From an hour past dawn until near dusk, Vilis and I drove the Bruce Highway, that long coastal road tracing the eastern shore of the state of Queensland. Near Bundaberg, the coastal plain supported a ...
Needing an antidote to yesterday’s long hours spent cramped in a car, Vilis and I strolled for much of the morning in Bundaberg’s Queens Park adjacent to the Burnett River. Sunshine wash...
Frustrated with five weeks of unsuccessful job hunting in Townsville and via contacting cattle stations and fruit and vegetable farms throughout eastern Queensland, Janis decided yesterday to go the r...
Ground fog hung like silver mist over the Townsville Golf Course at dawn, the rising sun a smear of gold above it. The air smelled and felt cool and damp, like summer’s end in Nova Scotia. Today...