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PSA, people of Victoria!
You don’t need to leave the state to get ‘good vino’.

It really grinds my goat when people bang on about how they’re headed away to the Hunter or the Barossa or Margaret River to ‘drink some good wine’.  Or at least it would, I’m sure, if I had a goat.

I mean, sure, it’s a fine way to …

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Family vacay, #4892

There’s something inherently bittersweet about having your brother pack up his life and move to another state.  On one hand, he’s seventeen million miles away (ok, ok, I may have exaggerated that slightly.  Everyone knows Queensland is only sixteen point two five million miles away…), and I can’t …

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Driving Mr Daisy. To Portsea. #Daaahling

My family is in that odd transition stage, where there’s only adults and no kids.  While this generation is all grown up and finished school and working and technically capable of creating the next generation, we’ve all decided that we kinda like sleeping in on weekends and buying …

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Oh, I do heart thee.

It’s weird to travel most of the way around the world, only to find yourself in a place that is sort of your home town in some blockbuster sci-fi movie alternate universe.

Portland, Oregon.  The home of food trucks, the only ‘real’ (that’s bona fide, Melbourne approved, kids) …

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That time I decided to stop using travel as an excuse.

Hands up if you put ‘get ripped/toned/Miranda Kerr’s body’ (or a variation of) on your New Year’s Resolutions list of things you’ll definitely follow this year, hand on your heart, honest to God, because 2015 is the year of you?

Yep.  I’m hearing …

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Dreaming of: Huntington Beach, CA.

California.  California.  Here we coooooooooommmmmmmeeeee.

For the longest time, the US was on my list of ‘whatever, I’m sure I’ll get there one day’ travel destinations.  It most definitely wasn’t on the bucket list.  I’m not sure why.  I’d heard less than glowing reports about ol’ …

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