Category Archives: Australia 2019

I forgot to mention that the other day, sitting on the verandah at mum’s care home, I almost had my ear nibbled by a kangaroo. It was standing behind me as I sat and waited for mum and Tracey to … Continue reading →

What is it that spans a couple of Swedes, wild rain, fudge, a crafty mountain village and pork ramen? My last day in Oz. What else? It all started with a long farewell with Ulla and Bjorn as we parted … Continue reading →

As I sat at the bus stop, waiting for the 603 to take me to the home, Bjorn, my landlord, came over and sat with me. At first he offered me a lift, which I politely declined – it’s quite … Continue reading →

One annoying thing about the buses over here is the artwork. We have the same thing on some of our buses. They dress the sides and windows of the bus in all sorts of ads. From the inside, the windows … Continue reading →

My journey to the residential care home every morning consists of many twists and turns as we navigate our way through a number of streets outside Caloundra and into Little Mountain. Along the way I get to see enticing views … Continue reading →

Today, being a Sunday, was Market Day in Caloundra. This meant, naturally, a walk up Bulcock Street where I had a bratwurst and sauerkraut. I do this every time I’m here on a Sunday for one, simple reason: The German … Continue reading →

The bus times are different on a Saturday so I found myself with more time to wander around Caloundra than on previous mornings. Obviously I had a coffee in Kai Cafe but I also went to the top of Bulcock … Continue reading →

This morning, I started to walk down to Sunland to meet Denise for a latte. She happened to be passing as I reached the main road and pulled over to give me a lift. It meant I didn’t get a … Continue reading →

It was another day of intermittent showers sprinkled with downpours and moments of intense heat. Well, intense for me, anyway. According to most of the people around here the breeze made it ‘freezing’. I’m pretty confident that 24° is not … Continue reading →

This morning I went to Bulcock Street and had a coffee at the Chilli Jam Cafe. They didn’t have hazelnut syrup. I had to make do with vanilla. I don’t think I’ll revisit. I mean, really. Surely everyone has hazelnut … Continue reading →