I don’t drive. So what on earth am I doing, writing about the joys of driving through Australia? Over the years I’ve returned to Australia for several road trips across various regions, always in the passenger seat. This summer (it was winter down under) I played navigator, videographer, backseat nagger and personal entertainer while Charles drove us across the Southern coast of Australia. Australia. The only reason I wish I could
Maggie Beer is a massive celebrity for viewers of Masterchef Australia here in India. We hang on to this chef extraordinaire’s every word, smile like lovestruck puppies when she says or does something sweet, and read her recipes like a bible. As soon as Charles and I decided to drive the Great Ocean Road in Australia, I thought, “Wait a minute. Maggie Beer’s Farm, Barossa Valley, Australia!” and started jumping up and down
Dear people of the Barossa, This is a letter of truths. And let me begin with the biggest one. You intimidated me. All through the days of slow driving through the Great Ocean Road, I had a nagging fear that seemed to grow with each small town we passed. What am I, someone pretty illiterate when it comes to wines, going to do surrounded by wine connoisseurs for 3 days?
A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles. One of our favourite travel and friendship quotes by author Tim Cahill couldn’t be more apt. We all know about the amazing benefits of Couchsurfing, Home Swaps, Apartment Rentals, Meet the Locals, and other great ventures the world over that aim to make real connections happen when you travel. We’ve hosted couchsurfers several times, but always held back when it
We’ve said it before, and we’ll probably say it again through every single post about our Barossa experiences – the people of the Barossa are extremely generous. With their time, their knowledge and their passion. And a lot of that, revolves around wine. So when Tina and Evan Gobell of Stonewell agreed to show us around their sprawling vineyards, we were stoked. We’d already bumped into them at the Barossa
I woke up in a luxurious self catered accommodation in the heart of the Barossa Valley. Yesterday had been a blur of wine tastings at the wineries and the best of Australian gourmet meals at the local restaurants. It was 6 am when the coffee I was enjoying suddenly sprang to life. It shook and clattered on the table top, accompanied by a deafening roar that seemed to be getting