Dancing Tango in Hobart

  Apparently I was staying in a remote part of Hobart. The driver of the airport shuttle reluctantly agreed to drop me off, but said I’d have to get my return pick up from one of the hotels in the centre. We don’t normally come out this way. The tour guide who picked me up two days later said it was the first time in his career that he’d picked...

Tango come rain, hail or shine

  That blue sky is deceptive… One of the first things I did when I arrived in Sydney was to go shopping. For warm clothes. The changeable early Spring weather reminds me a bit of home and not in a good way. After a week in the Northern Territory I have to say that day time temperatures of 12 °C come as a bit of a shock. So it took...

You’re never too tired to tango

My first full day in Bangkok and I spent it walking, boating and tuk-tuking through the heat, the downpours, the crowds and the chaos of this fascinating city. In true first-time tourist style, I also fell for a minor scam, but that is, perhaps, a story for another day. I got back to my hotel around 6pm, weary, legs aching, headache starting. Was I coming down with something? Maybe a...