#64

I think when I look back, I’ve always been a water baby. Between being strongly influenced by red-headed Ariel the Little Mermaid, and being driven by a school-girl crush to reach the level 3 swimming group so I could swim with the cutest boy in third-grade – I always preferred water to land (and not just because LM was swimming in it).

Any given family holiday, you’d find my parents borderline-dragging me from the water’s edge. Wrinkled skin? Not a worry in the world. All the better to hang onto the pool floor with!

Although roughly twenty-something years later my Mr. would argue that my now chosen swimming technique leaves much to be desired, I just put it down to being a different type of swimmer, a floater if you will. A much more leisurely way of enjoying the ocean, because lets face it, I never actually made it to the level 3 swimming group, and the Butterfly Stroke was never meant for me.

All of this aside, almost 6 months ago, I found a way to overcome my shortfalls for my love of the ocean. Its black and orange, and zips through the water like an ocean lamborghini – yes, sir. I did in fact, buy a jetski!

To buy a jetski, has been a goal of mine for quite sometime. I’m not exactly sure what appealed more to me, the thrill of soaring over the water, or just the adventure that comes with it. Maybe a bit of both? All I know, is that life got a little more fun with this new addition!

There is now a new toy to fit into the ever-shrinking garage alongside my Ryobi Builders Collection (that’s what I call it anyway, theres a dropsaw now too boot. This girl is no longer a damsel in distress!). And we have made use of it most weeks since getting it. Whether down along the river, or out in the ocean (I’m getting the hang of the ramp-like waves), we’ve started to explore around home from a different perspective.

Learning to ride a jetski is a little odd at first. For someone who hasn’t really had a whole lot to do with motorbikes or anything throttle-related (and perhaps without being of good cause), riding a jetski for the most part, was a learning curve. But it doesn’t have wheels, so judging by my history we’re safe.

Although speeding along the water at 80km sure used to feel like a death-defying dangerous feat until I got used to it, I’m learning I like being on the water much more than ever before. There’s just something about the wind grazing your face and the ocean salt spray that makes it feel liberating.

Recently, we have bought a donut tube – literally shaped and coloured like a donut with sprinkles. With a double hit of the control panel’s middle button, a little oomph with the help of ‘sports mode’, we can have you scooting round a lake as the donut hole at speed on the back of the ocean lamborghini. It makes for one hell of a day, and a whole lot of laughter, I honestly don’t know why I never invested in buying one sooner.

My Mr. and I are certainly ready for 2019, and many more Jetski adventures to come.
And if you wanted to check out one of the adventures from 2018, click here!

#64: Buy a Jetski – Check!

d x

 

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#33

I’ve always had a odd fascination with crime. Not in ever committing it, just that people do and that despite all the psychologists in the world, we just really will never know truely why it happens. Call it my innate desire for justice, or just too many crime scene shows watched as a child (C.S.I was my bread and butter), I was just always intrigued with anything to do with the subject. Perhaps that’s why I’ve dabbled with the idea of becoming a lawyer, I’m not sure.

When I was in grade eight, we went to St Helena Island on the school excursion. St Helena Island is located in the Moreton Bay Region, four kilometres from the mouth of the Brisbane River and home to colonial Queensland’s foremost maximum security prisons for men in the 19th century. We had spent most of the day there touring the old ruins of the prison, imagining what it would have been like to be a prisoner there all that time ago.

I was enthralled. I always had been when it came to history, and when paired with a notorious past of crime – I was hook, line and sinker. I remember standing fearful to the soles of my feet as they talked about the Cat-of-nine-tails, struggling to believe how much times have changed.

On the way back to the bus, my school teacher at the time had made mention of another well known prison in Melbourne. And when she explained it was the prison Ned Kelly had been held captive at before his hanging – you bet it made it’s own special place on the bucket list.

Almost ten years later, I finally got to visit the notorious Melbourne Gaol, #33 on the list.

My Mr. had booked a surprise getaway to Melbourne for my birthday last year. We had stayed in a cosy little AirBnB in the heart of the CBD, and spent the week walking through the many back lanes of the busy city exploring. We had become so exceptionally good at riding the Tram be the end of the third day, we could have almost been mistaken as locals.

Nevertheless, in the home town of the Melbourne Gaol, we decided to visit.

After grabbing a coffee from a cafe on a nearby corner (with honey instead of vanilla, because apparently syrup in coffee in Melbourne is a crime all of its own…), we walked along Russell Street to the jail entrance. If there is one thing I really love about Melbourne, it’s the integration on old historic buildings amongst the new. And there on Russell Street, we found one of the oldest buildings in the city.

The Old Melbourne Gaol opened it’s first cell block in 1845, lasting 79 years until it’s closure in 1924. Famous for being the location of the hanging of Ned Kelly, the jail remains open to the public today to explore the prison, and it’s eyry past. You can climb the stairs of the prison and explore the cells. There is a multitude of information plastered to the walls, and plenty of real life memorabilia to take in. And when you reach the end of the prison block, you can even stand where Ned Kelly was finally hung and bear witness to the rope that claimed his life.

If you have a bit of time, it’s worth doing the full tour, which not to give too much away, includes being processed as prisoner and locked in a prison cell – just a little something to put you out of your comfort zone. The tour includes the city watch tower and magistrates court, before delivering you through to the prison block itself. There are plenty of tourist photo opportunities along the way (and you better believe I made use of every one of them). I thoroughly enjoyed every moment learning about the past, and the lives of some of the most notorious criminals. The tour through the Old Melbourne Gaol cost $28 per adult, and is worth every cent. I couldn’t recommend it enough.

If you’re interested, you can check out our Melbourne trip (inclusive of the old gaol!) here.

Otherwise, if you’re in Melbourne – go see for yourself, this is definitely a must do!
You can find more information about the Old Melbourne Gaol at https://www.oldmelbournegaol.com.au

#33 – Explore the prison where Ned Kelly was help captive in Melbourne: Check!

d x

 

2019: Healthy and Happy

Hello to 2019. Each of these new year’s seems to come quicker than the last. I could have sworn the last time I checked the calendar it was only March. And yet here we are, January 2019. So I guess all I can deduce from this, is that we must be having fun.

On another note, now that the chapters of 2018 are closed there are three things alarmingly clear that I am not good at sticking to: exercise regimes, diets… and blogging. I regret the first two (and so does my wardrobe), and I am sorry for the third (although, I’m also entirely sure no one was holding their breath!). But you just can’t tie this gal down.

Between the eight holidays we took last year – yes eight, and the new purchases (the first, a small golden fur ball and the second, well, we’ll get to that…). I just have managed to neglect my poor MacBook, which has done well not to die in my adventurous absence. I guess after all my goal of 2018 was to be present in each moment, and really embrace the little things – so you could say that was a success, because I feel the hiatus from my tiny blogging world speaks volumes about how life took over last year in the best possible way. I truely loved 2018.

When payroll had insisted I use up all 392 annual leave hours delicately stored for a rainy day, I must admit I was a little upset at the thought. For a girl who doesn’t really need more time off than the few days grouped together every couple of weeks, what on earth was I going to do with 392 hours?

I was busy trying to save money, not spend it willy-nilly on 392 days of holidays. Sure don’t get me wrong, I’m not completely crazy, holidays are always welcomed – I really wasn’t trying to complain. But my Mr. only gets a few weeks off a year between his job and university (studying to be an engineer, if I’ve never mentioned it before), and I’d just bought a puppy. Holidays just weren’t in the plan, and especially not seven more of them to squeeze in the remaining seven months from May.

But squeeze them in we did. Somehow, with a little compromise, a village of puppy-sitters and a whole lot of strategical budgeting from a small duel account, my Mr. and I found ourselves kicking back in seven beautiful destinations. There was Melbourne, South Fraser Island, North Fraser Island (two separate trips, because there really was just too much to see), Coochin Creek, Mount Mee, Somerset Lake, and Moreton Island (easily the most picturesque holiday of 2018). Paired with my trip to the Philippines, it turned out to be a pretty massive year.

And with the many beautiful sunsets I got to enjoy, and the crystal clear oceans that floated in, I began to think fondly of payroll and their sponsorship in my adventures. Because 2018 produced the most spectacular photographs, and my most favourite memories yet. And I couldn’t be more thankful someone forced me to make them, and sent me on my way in the form of a Holiday Agreement Contract (romantic or what?).

And as for the bucket list? Well I’ve been busy working away at that too. I believe the last time I put words to wordpress, was back in May. So I have a bit to catch you up on. It may take me a couple of blogs to do so, so you’ll have to bear with me as we dive back into 2018 to rescue the important bits.

But in the meantime, as we stand here knocking at the doorstep of 2019 wondering what’s behind lock and key – I’m hopeful that there are plenty more adventures in store. This year, I have goals to live a little more healthily and happily. And maybe, just maybe, 2019, diets and blogging won’t be such a lost cause! Wish me luck!

d x