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In ancient footsteps of Maori ancestors
Every time hiking guide Kahurangi Mahuika-Wilson glimpses Fiordland’s Mt Tutoko, he feels chuffed.
There's snow time like the present
It’s time to start thinking of the slopes. Travel Editor STEPHEN SCOURFIELD looks at what Australia has to offer
Uluru Camel Cup weekend a winner
Golden Nugget came flat-chat but fallumphing over the finishing line last Saturday to steal the Uluru Camel Cup back from last year’s winner, Tex...
Abrolhos eye-opener is a real catch
The craypots were set last night in the Abrolhos Islands, and we board the King Diver fishing boat at 6.45am knowing that, taking into account the rock lobsters already on board the Eco Abrolhos expedition cruise catamaran, the crew can bring home 67 more from this pot pull.
Mane man Tom’s talents in train
Tom Curtain was horse training around south west WA, a bit down on his luck and, for the first time in his life, with his saddle and kit bag by his side, he stuck out his thumb to hitch hike.
Gut-wrenching landing
Aviation Editor Geoffrey Thomas launches a new series covering some of the bizarre, crazy and humorous things that have happened to him covering aviation over the past 48 years...
Falling for Karijini
“Hold on to your helmet with one hand and squeeze your nose with the other,” is the advice from my guide Sven Borg before I slide down a natural water slide and plunge 4m into a crystal clear freshwater pool below.
Cold Nips just love ocean dips
It begins with freezing fingers gripping the car wheel, cold toes stuffed into ugg boots, tired eyes and the quiet morning darkness. It begins with the unknown.
Leisurely roll where camels trod
The Ghan train persists southwards through the motionless Red Centre of Australia and I lie in bed, snuggle into crisp, white cotton, and watch the day dawn.
The rhythm of the rails.
Sun smearing orange across the sky, then peeping over the horizon, squinting sharp, golden rays.