We can’t be at Broken Hill without seeing Silverton
I think I must have perfected the art of self-censorship — I stopped before I can even say it.
To find THE cheese or to eat the cheese?
Travel is the best antidote for sadness. Anywhere and everywhere.
I looked out the window from my seat aboard the SAAB 340. Enormous land, but empty. Patches of greens and trees, but largely brown earth.
Eeyore, the sad one, should be sad no longer.