On my last morning in Townsville, I crossed the Victoria Bridge to the south bank of the Ross River, which flows through the city and empties into the Coral Sea.
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On my last morning in Townsville, I crossed the Victoria Bridge to the south bank of the Ross River, which flows through the city and empties into the Coral Sea.
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Oh dear, it’s a while since I flew in a plane with propellers. At least there were two, so that made me feel a bit better.
Qantas Link services rural areas around the country. It’s like catching a bus – it stops periodically to let passengers off, takes on more, and heads off again. I found it very comfortable and convenient.

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From Rockhampton, I caught a plane the short distance up to Mackay. My daughter had just moved into a house at Campwin Beach, south of Mackay, near the little town of Sarina. I had to see it.
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I’ve been wondering for a while about how far I could get in my explorations without a car, mine or a rental, so I decided to test it out. The Queensland Rail website made their trains look pretty comfortable and so I booked myself a ticket on the electric Tilt Train, which runs from Brisbane to Rockhampton, stopping at many of the towns along the way.
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A couple of weeks ago, I found myself on a plane, a bit of a shock after so long away from travel, heading up for a few days with family in Airlie Beach, in the Whitsundays.
A couple of weeks ago, I took off with my four adult children to Noosa, on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast, for my nephew’s wedding. The week before, Australia’s east coast had been hit with violent storms, causing damage all the way down to Tasmania. We were worried. It was to be an outdoor wedding, in a gorgeous spot called Hidden Grove, a swathe of lawn surrounded by trees and shrubs at the edge of the beach.
At the end of July, I headed north to the township of Airlie Beach, on Queensland’s famous Whitsunday Coast, to escape Melbourne’s winter for just a week. I needed some sunshine to get my brain working again, and some warmth, to release my body from the five layers of clothing it had been carrying around for what seemed months.
From Airlie, ferries take tourists to explore the islands around the Great Barrier Reef.