Port Augusta and heading north Port Augusta is the crossroads for the north and the outback. A self proclaimed South Australian gem, I must have missed something. From what I saw, the only two things going on in the city was the road in and the road out. Added to the fact we chose to pay $150 for a luxury cabin at Discovery Parks Port Augusta and were completely ripped off, I couldn’t wait to leave the place. Leaving Port Augusta I thought of how best to summarise the place and really, Port Augusta is little more than a skid mark in southern Australia, with the most exciting part of the city being the road out of there. Cooper Pedy and the Outback Synonymous with opals, mining, caves and the outback. Rough and ready Coober Pedy was where finally the weather got decent, and where we all stayed in a…
Every now and again I find myself in some far flung corner of the world, usually via Madrid, always via London. The worst thing is that the flight from Madrid is always a hard-core 6.55am hop over France. The issue is that technically its 5.55am (UK time). The flight is with Iberia and so departs from T4 Madrid Barajas, T4 just happens to be the furthest terminal from the city and the 20 minute taxi journey is a fixed rate 25 euro, or in my case 30 euro (too tired and hungover to argue). So, each time I stumble out of the hotel at 4.30am (UK time) I know I’ll be exhausted by the time I even get on the red eye to wherever it might be. Now that per se sounds like a complaint, but it actually isn’t. Let me explain. Madrid Barajas airport is slick, easily one of…