Father and son dork out over the Air Pacific fleet. The planes are hulking in front of the hangar, hemmed by low jungle escarpment. “It’s a 747,” muses Dad. “Pretty new fleet.” “Yeah,” says son. “Considering how many 400s Qantas still has – ” Son interjects: “They’ve been flying longer Dad. No need to retire a perfectly good 400! They’re starting to though, to phase ...
At Ostrog Monastary last night I ate a grape from a vine at Upper Cave Church. Prior to trekking up, I’d heard women pilgrimaged here to eat the grapes which are supposed to bring fertility. On seeing the vine, I nearly believed it. If ever there were a magic grapevine, this was it. Ostrog is a major Balkan pilgrimage site in Montenegro because of St ...
It’s a hostile 43 degrees outside and even the locals are wilting. We’re at Broken Hill’s tourist information centre and having no trouble getting service. “Our quiet months are December, January and February,” says the representative. Ah, I think. You mean Summer. She needn’t dodge the obvious. Unlike most January holiday seekers who flock beachside to unwind, we’ve willingly turned toward the country’s centre, seeking a ...
My name is Kate Hennessy. I am a freelance arts and travel writer and music critic. I contribute to Guardian Australia, The Sydney Morning Herald/The Age, The Saturday Paper, The Australian, The Australian Financial Review, The Wire (UK), NME and more.