Surf meets the rocks... chaotic but beautiful  

Could I swim across...?  

On to a well-trodden path now...  

Wish you were here...  

Me takes a break. Btw, the piece of land in the background is where I stay... 

Out into the wilderness...  

Morning glow...  

Magical horizon...  

Sentry of the coast...  

The '92 Chardonnay is the best! 

The famed Hunter wine cellars... 

In search of wine country... 

Extreme Sports In Oz

I had my first Aussie-style injury, mountain biking in the forests. The rollercoaster trail was so much fun and the steep downhill ride through bush and stone was macho and exciting until I fell and almost broke my knee. Did the Chicken Run rest of the trail :-) They don't call 'em extreme sports for nothing :-) But I know I'm gonna be back next week! It's a way of life out here. You surf, bike and dive and get badly hurt and can't walk for a day or worse a week or worse a month, but you're back at it again the day you can!

Less extreme sports are no different. The most popular sport is 'aussie rules', which is something like American football. Without the helmets and padding. Season ending grand finales of rugby and football taking football fever to its heights, I reckon businesses should close for a vacation in September instead of Christmas to allow people a leisurely time to nurse their injuries.

I'm picking up little by little though on a rather uncharacteristically popular aussie sport. Some mock at its followers as bored men bent on beating the hell out of a little white ball with an iron club. More on that once I start swinging the club right.

Cheers.

Room With A View :-)

View from my apartment on a Sunday morning...