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There’s something about Welly!

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It’s cold, windy, rainy and even has earthquakes. ‘Of course, it shakes, it sits on the freaking Ring of Fire!’ was how a colleague ranted about Wellington before we landed here. How can anyone then, ever love such a place? I would have thought the same. Only that the place was Wellington. And yes, I was an artist.  This city has a charm, a strange vibe that can best be felt, yet is difficult to describe. One needs to walk through its hilly boulevards, admire its street art, window shop in its tastefully decorated studios, get mesmerised in its rustic-yet-rich old books […]

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Plane-spotting

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I am standing at the Majestic centre in the heart of Wellington. Majestic indeed, for it claims to be the tallest tower in Wellington, commanding unparalleled views. I look at the cerulean waters of the enclosed harbour, the crispy sunny skies and the beautiful chalets and apartments bedecking the hills, inching and spreading bit by bit on the slopes and tiringly claiming man’s victory over the world. But what attracts – rather distracts – me is an aeroplane. First one, then two, and three…it goes on. The airport seems to be located behind the curtain of hills rising in front […]

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The lake in the valley: Camping at Lake St. Clair, Hunter Valley

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Once in a while, man comes close to nature as an artist. He recreates the landscape into something more beautiful, more picturesque than the canvas that he inherited. No, not ugly towers nor decapitated glades, but something raw in nature, something close indeed to the earthy world. These were precisely my thoughts when I was standing in front of the dreamy blue expanse of Lake St. Clair, hidden in the Hunter Valley. Far from the intoxication of the vineyards and the usual busloads of trumpeting tourists, there lies this little jewel for those who seek a bit more.  A man-made […]

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A weekend at Port Stephens

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Having ventured quite afar into Shoalhaven – the southern part of Sydney, we decided to venture north this time to yet another naturally endowed bay in the fecund coast of NSW – Fingal Bay in the Port Stephens area. We decided to camp in the Fingal Bay Holiday Park, tantalisingly close to the Fingal Bay beach – a beautiful semicircle of a beach culminating in the locally famous Fingal Spit. But more of the destination later. The journey is worth mentioning. Woy Woy and the Ettalong beach Bundled in two cars, we took the Pacific Motorway straight out of Sydney […]

The Ssugarloaf Point lighthouse

A Seal-Rock Sunday!

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Not far from the more popular camping havens of Nelson Bay and Myall Lakes lie the postcard perfect beach town of Seal Rocks, in the mid coast of New South Wales, and 275 km north of Sydney. Having camped at Myall Lakes the night before, we couldn’t help bring ourselves to this beautiful gem of a place. Named apparently after a family of seals that perhaps lived here, Seal Rocks today is devoid of these furry critters, leaving the beach to practically yourself. The Seal Rocks beach or the Boat Beach as the locals call it, is a crescent shaped […]

Sandy shores of the lake Broadwater - our camping tents were just a few metres away

Camping @ Myall Lakes

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I must admit that there is something primitively beautiful in the idea of camping. Primitive, because it makes you feel primeval, like a wandering Neanderthal, happy to move into the vast wilderness of the world, and happier to spend nights and days immersed in the brazen and rustic soul of the world. Exactly as it would have been thousands of years back. Except the waterproof camping tent, of course. And the cosy sleeping bag. And the packaged meals. And the barbecue and heated showers. Okay, I digress, but in no way should the experience of camping look any bit less […]

On the way to the Lighthouse

A weekend in Shoalhaven – II

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Day 1 The next destination for the day was Culburra Beach – a sleepy yet rejuvenating town, south east of Nowra, and just north of the Jervis Bay National Park. It is a quintessential watery paradise – to its north lies the Crookhaven River, to its south is Lake Woollumboola, while its east is wrapped by the magnificent Pacific, dotted with myriad sun-and-sea laden sandy stretches happily justifying the name of the place (Culburra is aboriginal for sand) We first headed to the Culburra Beach Motel located at the heart of the town. I met Gail who runs the place […]

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A weekend in Shoalhaven – I

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They say, if you really want to understand something – anything, a person, a place, or even an environment, you need to give it time. Time to observe, understand, introspect and then finally decide whether to love or hate the same. Without which, any judgment  becomes a flurry of an observation. I would say the same deeply of any traveler’s tales. He needs to spend some real time to feel the wind on the hill, hear the call of its denizens in the bush lands and smell the sea-breeze as the waves lash and crash on the isolation of the […]