Brisbane in Queensland is unlike the other Australian cities and especially Adelaide. Sub-tropical, humid, jungle sprouting freely wherever concrete and asphalt give way, it’s a city and it’s a rain forest. Freeways coiling like vines around vertiginous skyscrapers, breathless hills, tortuous streets, the crazily meandering Brisbane River serves as a metaphor for all. The Rivercat
Month: June 2014
Being festival season in the UK this seemed relevant. News broke yesterday on radio station Triple J that the roving one day festival, the Big Day Out, would not rove around Australia (and New Zealand) next year. I’m not going to be able to blog about it, so here’s my take on 2014, my first
Winter solstice has been and the days are now lengthening again. I must confess ( and this blog is meant to convey truthful content and commentary) that I have struggled to adjust to the dark evenings and colder weather. It hasn’t even been very cold, rarely in single figures. Most days a jacket suffices. Neither
Dr D in Oz 