Author Archives: ACurry

Green is the name of the game in Byron and Doug and Maggie fit in very well. It was a bit bigger than I remember but it had been thirty five years since my last visit and there is nothing that can be done about progress.  I was pleasantly surprised  though to find no high rise … Continue reading »

It had rained a lot in Sydney, I don’t remember it raining quite so much when I lived there before, just put it down to climate change. The morning I left though, the sun was shining; I was on my way to Coffs Harbour to have a drink with Deborah. Deborah got in touch with … Continue reading »

I was still a bit run down with the chest infection so started thinking about getting well again.Up at six, a long walk, an hours Tai Chi, carrot celery and beetroot juice and a swim in the afternoon. I’d done 10,000 klm since leaving Perth and it was time to get the bike serviced, the rear … Continue reading »

It was lunch time on a Saturday when I approached the out skirts of Sydney, why did I feel like I was coming home? I spent my 20s in Sydney, I guess you do a lot of growing up in your 20s.In my case, growing in the wrong direction but that’s another story! There were … Continue reading »

I had thought I might stop in Falls on my way to Sydney but once I hit the road, I just rode and rode and stopped only for petrol, it was warm and I was loving the open road. It was late afternoon when I started to think about where I might spend the night. … Continue reading »

  One night in Falls Creek I overheard Joel talking on the phone, he was organising a party for Alice’s 25th birthday, unknown to her. He was getting her parents over from Tasmania along with some old friends from Melbourne. That’s just the kind of guy Joel is. The third thing on my list of … Continue reading »

I rode all day in the sun, things were looking up, it was late afternoon as I pulled into Bicheno and I decided to spend the night here, a good little holiday spot but off season, even better. I ended up in the pub of course, lots of bullshit and drinking and more bullshit, stumbled … Continue reading »

There was a message on the phone, John had arrived in Hobart and we arranged to have a drink in an Irish pub in Salamanca, where I had already sampled the Kilkenny. I have known John for getting on forty years and we have run into each other in many places. I remember finding him … Continue reading »

I walked into the Green Frog which just happened to be the place I couldn’t remember the name of, how could I forget that? After a yarn to the young fella in reception, I ended up with a six bed dorm but with no one but me in it. What a nice bloke, no one … Continue reading »

Coming into Hobart was a bit like coming into most cities, all of a sudden you’re in the outer suburbs. You see your  first macca’s, then there’s a Kentucky fried chicken, Woollies , Coles, a shopping mall or two, traffic lights appear on every corner and the traffic starts to mount up. I didn’t have … Continue reading »