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Hippies, hipsters and bogan beaches
The folk in Byron Bay live on a different astral plane to me. My plane either uses jet fuel or mathematics. Theirs? Not quite sure, which is why I don’t exist there. The drive from Coffs Harbour to Byron Bay was very pretty with some bucolic scenery along the Clarence and Richmond rivers. These were…
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Breakwaters, beaches and the Big Banana
Sleeping in. What is it? Does it exist? I’m no longer certain any more. Anybody for hot cross buns (microwaved, of course)? No, we want to go out. So we drive down to the marina, which is already busy with swimmers and runners, walkers and posers. I guess we are among the second pair as…
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A not so Good Friday drive to Coffs Harbour
Note to self: Don’t drive out of Sydney on Good Friday. Especially if you are heading north. It all started yesterday. After a day of me at work, and Alex building Lego Mindstorm robots nearby, we arrived home in the afternoon to take Kita to boarding. Normally that would be a 15 minute drive. Felt…
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Kurama Onsen
Hot refreshment for the mind and body, plus a cute train/tram into the mountains.
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Missing Kita
The doors are shut at most places except for the odd bar, gaming lounge and the kombinis. Soon the trains will stop too, leaving the tracks and trains free for essential maintenance. But still there are crowds on the streets beneath the bright neon signs, cars cruising by and taxis waiting to take drunk salarymen…
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Between heaven and earth
I’m running late, I seem to have forgotten all my Japanese and I’m lost. Well, not exactly lost, but I can’t find the place I’m supposed to meet B and Alex. I found it yesterday my mistake. Repeating that mistake is proving difficult. To cap it all off I can’t seem to get a signal…
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Ltd Express Hashidate
Off to Amanohashidate aboard a Kyoto Tango train.
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A sleep in and a castle
I woke at 10 AM, the other two at 11. That’s how exhausted we were. We decided to go to Himeji, famous for its huge original castle. After eating lunch, also our breakfast, in a small underground restaurant we reached the ticket gates when B realised she’d left her ticket in her jacket at the…