Chongqing might be the biggest city in the world you’ve never heard of. Actually a few years ago there was a fuss when Chongqing was touted as the biggest city in the world, full stop. The municipal area has a … Continue reading What to do in Chongqing when you can’t eat spicy food. Or anything else.
This is the story of how China left me with a hole in my face, and why you should always know where your shoes are. Strong language may follow. Our journey from Xi’an to Chongqing starts the way of many … Continue reading Night Train to Chongqing
The day after our visit to the terracotta warriors we finally got around to looking at some of the heritage of Xi’an itself. It’s an interesting city because it played a role in spreading both Islam and Buddhism into China. … Continue reading Weird worship-places of old Xi’an
After an evening of Muslim street food adventures on our first day in Xi’an, the next morning we’re up early to get to the terracotta warriors. Outside, the street is still quiet. The first person we meet is a girl … Continue reading Terracotta Warriors
We went back and forth about going to Xi’an, home of the infamous terracotta warriors (and also of China’s largest mosque). Our vague plan for China was to head south from Beijing, follow the coast round the South East corner, … Continue reading Muslim street food adventures (eating everything in Xi’an)
We’re alone. The low grumble of the bus dwindles into the distance, and we’re left with silence. And dark. In front of us a towering decorative archway marks the entrance to the village. Through it the street curves away down the hill, flanked by … Continue reading Hiking independently on the Great Wall of China (less crowds, more geese)
The time has come, we’re going to have to change buses. We’re on our way to the Great Wall of China, and this simple sounding feat is proving challenging. Somehow we’ve almost reached the right place to change, when the driver kindly … Continue reading Off the beaten path to the Great Wall of China
We’ve just finished our breakfast. We’re sitting greasy fingered and sated, on low red plastic stools crammed into the corner of a tiny back alley shop. Dim light shrinks the room further, not reaching the edges, and the walls are … Continue reading Hutong clans: exploring backstreet Beijing
Happy 2017 guys! I’m going to start off the year with a short tale of a piece of art I saw last year. One that’s stuck with me, lodged in my mind. It contained what to me is a rare combination … Continue reading Collisions in Melbourne: Art that stuck in my head
Want to see a waxy faced dead communist? This is your place. We had to check out Mao after visiting Lenin in Moscow, and it was a markedly different experience. While the Lenin mausoleum is fairly small and understated, and … Continue reading The Maosoleum: paying Mao a visit in Beijing
A few weeks back we took a road trip around the Margaret River wine region in Western Australia. AKA glutton’s paradise. Seriously.
If your idea of fun is bouncing from winery to brewery to cheesery, by way of beautiful beaches, cute lighthouses, and pretty forests packed with wildflowers and wildlife, this is your place.
It’s definitely our place.
If you’re wondering what happened to China (industrial waste, mostly) I thought I’d spare you an unending torrent of China posts by going off the chronological rails a little. I haven’t given up on China, but I’ll be punctuating tales from the world’s loudest nation with some other bits and pieces.
We had such a brilliant time stuffing our faces and soaking up nature in Margaret River, so sharing this trip seemed perfect for the first China palate cleanser. Enjoy!
Day 1 — A crafty vineyard and beer by the bay
Our first stop on the glutton’s trail was Vineyard 28, just off the Forrest Highway, about half way between Mandurah and Bunbury. We were drawn in by the promise of quilts (I’m into quilting), but really we were there to taste some wine. Which scared the pants off me.
I was genuinely really nervous. But it was totally worth it. The owners at Vineyard 28 were very friendly and didn’t make me feel silly at all. I’ve only been wine tasting a couple of times, and only ever in French, which makes it much less scary. It’s less embarrassing for me to be bad at French, thus hiding my complete absence of wine knowledge, than to obviously be bad at wine.
Anyway we had a lovely time admiring the wine, the home made quilts for sale, and the view onto the vineyard, and chatting about wildfires, climate change and Burmese politics. We’re supposed to be traveling on a strict budget, but we caved (is that a pun?) and bought two bottles of wine. It was really good. When in Rome… Continue reading “Margaret River Roadtrip: wine, wildflowers and woodsmoke (also beer)”
Our first morning in China I woke in our cosy bedroom to the sound of a man hawking the contents of his throat onto the street three floors below, the wet smack of his bounty on the pavement audible over … Continue reading Imperial Beijing: the Forbidden City, and other World Heritage sights featuring red paint