Byron Bay, Australia – photography by HTC not SLR

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It’s cheating right? I do own a SLR camera that I unleash from time to time. Trouble is that it weighs slightly more than my two year old child and when you have it tethered around your neck you tend to ‘fit … Continue reading

Shhhh….wanna know a secret?

This is just between you and me OK. Oh & all of Facebook

Hooroo* to your treasured secret spot.                                                                 

Australian new online travel player Hooroo (a white label of Qantas) wants you to share your best secret hidden hideway. Quick you could win a prize. Pronto!!

“We’re on a mission to find Australia’s best secret spots.”

Hurry up you know you’ve got one. You know that amazing place that you retreat to for recharging, winding down, eating fish & chips on the beach & gazing wistfully (& restfully) out at dusk towards a deep blood-orange sunset. That place, that spot with hardly anyone. The one where if you’re super lucky and hide your shadows you can gaze upon schools of fish darting along a pristine coastal inlet and in between moss-covered boulders. That’s the one – where you’ve taken your family for the last five years and often had all to yourselves.

YES! Share THAT treasured secret spot with ALL of us!!

#share #tell #unveil #reveal #unearth #UNLIKELY                                                         

I get it. Social Media is about content, comment, interaction, sharing & engagement. Actually I really like Hooroo.com. It does inspiration & aspiration very well. However this is a #fail for mine. Secrets should be kept. They are more beguiling that way like, for example, the consultancy pictured below that I recently passed in Zurich, Switzerland & whose sign I couldn’t help but take a quick snap of. Hmmm what goes on in there? I’m quite happy for that to stay a secret!

Please stop licking the doormat. The doctor will see you now

* Definition of Hooroo = Aussie slang for goodbye (mate)

Forget the ‘immaculate conception’. Saigon Cooking Class performed a TRUE miracle

OK so I am to cooking what Stalin was to liberalism or the show Jackass is to subtlety. I put the ‘ew’ into julienne & if an ingredient can stick to the bottom of a pan then I will make it so.

However friends behold below the unfathomable, the unthinkable, the unbelievable, the…

MIRACLE OF HO CHI MINH CITY! (Saigon)

I am currently in super Saigon for a work conference and one of the activities yesterday was a cooking class. Now just know that I thought cous cous was something that you whispered to a baby before bed. Kitchens and me, well we just haven’t gotten on over the years. That is folks until – the Miracle.

My three course menu. Naysayers eat your words.

To be fair most of my friends would actually much prefer to eat their own words than anything cooked by me. But maybe that may change – see my menu that I prepared, cooked & then avec gusto consumed. If you are dropping by Vietnam (as you do) then make sure you drop by Saigon Cooking Class. (The chef will likely be out of counselling by then.)

Scarier than the Spanish economy

Forget a Nightmare on Elm Street, pift to the US national debt and shudder no more at the thought of Susan Boyle in lingerie the clip below my friends is the stuff that should really induce nightmares.

Camino del Rey.

Camino del Rey in Spain. If you can walk this then it’s likely not your backpack & waterbottle that are the largest things dangling from your person!

Say Freeze

OK I just noticed something. I have started sorting thru a cosy 18,000 photos or so dating back to 2007 in search of a good shot. I’ll let you know when I find one. But folks I have certainly detected one thing as I virtually sift through my iPhoto library.

I hate having photos taken of myself.

Ohh and doesn’t that just show.

There really is very little woo and a whole lot of wooden in the sampler of shots below. But believe me I could have embedded dozens of others just like these. How could I have imaged such a photo suite of shame & to think I’m in Marketing. Tisk, horror. Must work on my whadda bing! Worst of all is I do actually think to myself – OK yuck a photo so I’ll just slide my hands in my jeans pockets, yes that will look relaxed & street. Hmmm…

Goreme in Turkey. Tall, immovable & frozen in time. And behind me is a hill

Look what's on the menu in St Leon sur Vezere. Crap Saxette

Motionless, attached to the red earth for eons oh & Uluru. (Ayres Rock)

Forget my hands for a second. Why the hell have I got a scarf & a T Shirt on? West Scottish Highlands...

The worst of all. Poignant and scared shitless in equal measure. Even when shot from behind the hands find their sooky photo nest. Castle Stalker, Port Appin.

A bit tongue in Jeep

A spare tire that is actually appealing!

I do so love a good play on words! The above photo nails if for me. A couple of Empty-Nesters travelling around Tasmania, Australia in what looked to be the bastard love vehicle of a Jeep & a Winnebago.

Pretty sure that they were ticking off their Bucket-list with a visit out to the beautiful Maria Island. I’ve included a couple of shots below of this restful island, located off the east coast of Tasmania, as that was where I was going too with some colleagues. If you are not familiar with the term Bucket-List then check out this link for more information or list ideas. I haven’t noticed ‘be a roadie for Motley Crue’ on any lists yet but that would definately be a must on mine!

Maria Island, East Coast Tasmania.

Painted Cliffs Maria Island

Seclusion & escape