Travelling stories

I’ve always been fascinated by nudists. It isn’t the wobbly bits that intrigue me (yeah, okay, maybe a little) but the driving force behind the compulsion to walk around naked in public....

I hate confrontation. I’d rather tell a ridiculous lie than get into a verbal skirmish. As everyone knows, cancelling a gym contract can be a prolonged and exasperating battle....

I was recently in the Northern New South Wales town of Murwillumbah. The town had recently suffered its largest flood in living memory and I was assisting with some flood insurance claims....

Many years ago when I traveled with a shopaholic friend to Singapore via an unplanned stop over in Kuala Lumpur, where apparently there had been a terrorists bombing at the airport earlier....

On a recent short cruise from Sydney to Moreton Island with my sister, I encouraged her to try my latest alcohol beverage a French Martini prior to our evening meal on the first day of cruising....

Whilst trying to be the Coffs Harbour local tourist guide for my sister visiting here from Wollongong NSW, we took a drive to the Valley of The Mist,...