This week's post was going to be about a marvellous Buddhist temple I visited on Sunday morning. It's an an unassuming timber building in a suburb of Kuching and unlike many of the temples I've seen on this trip, extremely simple - a timber building, with a timber deck at the front of it. I've managed to lose all the photos I took of this magical place, but for some idea of how the temple looks, go to their blogspot. It's 168 years old. Peace has permeated every beam and board, and I found myself not wanting to leave.

Fishing Boats & Flags
Trawlers moored at the edge of the river, the flags of Malaysia and Sarawak flying.

Like everywhere here, the people there were almost aggressively friendly. As I ate the vegetarian lunch they insisted I have I chatted to some of the members, three elderly gentlemen in their seventies and eighties. I also met the Master of the Temple, a wonderful Taiwanese woman. ...continue reading "The Lost Photos of Borneo"


...and I'm not writing about it. I'm sure there are enough people all over the blogosphere writing about Christmas, what it means, and what it means to them. This isn't a Christmas post at all, it's a post about some more of my adventures getting back to Hobart.

Hobart is technically my home town, but it no longer feels like it. I arrived here on Monday, and since then I've been looking at it through a stranger's eyes, and seeing the good, the bad, and the bloody awful. Hobart, and Tasmania as a whole, do not have a great deal in common with the wide open spaces I've traveled over the last two weeks and before that, when I was living in Perth. It reminds me more of Wellington, New Zealand, with gum trees. More on that later.

I ended last week's blog at Point Sinclair, a surfing beach at the Eastern end of the Nullarbour. Leaving there we lost a hub cap and the spoiler from under the front of the car, but it seems to function just fine without them. We'd been to the Eyre Peninsula on the way to Western Australia the year before, so we headed inland from Ceduna to Port Augusta on the Spencer Gulf. The day was warm, the weather perfect except for the winds which continued to blow up from the south. I'd hoped they would lessen as we went north but, if anything, they increased. ...continue reading "It’s the night before Christmas…"