Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge

In Italy I saw a lot of art. Ancient art, renaissance art and modern art. Now it’s no secret that penises, breasts and bums are everywhere in all of this art. It became a tad passé after awhile. When I visited the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, I was overwhelmed by the art. So much so that I began to glaze over. Here I was in one of the greatest art galleries on this planet and I was getting bored. What the? I resolved this issue by associating sayings, conversations, or songs with the art. I enjoyed every minute after that. For Cee’s odd ball.
Does anyone know the Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers song Free Falling?free-balling

Italian Enlightenment

My recent trip to Italy was full of enlightenment.
My bald head does not get sunburnt if I forget to wear my hat
Old human things. Much evidence of incredible effort, patience, loyalty and subservience.
Wine tastes so good. Food tastes so good. Fresh.
There are as many varieties of formaggio there as how many more days I need to spend there when I return.
Stunningly beautiful ethnic group; both men and women.



Many sadnesses too. What country does not have them.
Some trains go fast. Some slow. Take your pick.
Such beauty, everywhere I went.
Trump can take a running jump.


Return trip from Capri




Some of the less known columns at the Forum


Il Dolomiti


While in Italy it was easier to say Venezia, Roma, Napoli etc. Now back in Australia, I am happy to revert to the anglicised names.

Is Venice special? Of course it is. It is an extraordinary place. If I was to return to Italy would I return to Venice? I don’t think so. I feel that Venice is being hammered, and needs to be continued to be hammered for its survival. While we were there, some locals were protesting at the number of tourists. I’m sure a lot of the traders do not see it that way. I’ll never see anything like it again. I want that memory to remain positive.

Journey to Italy Aug/Sep 2016

I tried to update while I was on holidays. I think I was successful once, in Lucca. Then I wiped the tablet’s memory and I could not remember the WP password. That was the end of that. Apologies for facebook friends who have seen some of these pics. I won’t over do it; just a few favourites.


I have quite a lot of camping photos. Too many for here and possibly a tad boring. I have a favourite camping story. Four of us were camping in the Grampians in Western Victoria and as luck would have it, we had the whole camping site to ourselves. The weather was ideal, the fire was crackling, food tasty, a bit of beer and bubbly, and the chatter and music was lively. Then came along a group of motorcyclists looking for a campsite. We started singing “Sons of god, hear his holy word, gather around, the table of the lord, eat his body, drink his blood, an we’ll sing a song of love, allelu, allelu, allelu, alleluia” They quickly scarpered. Then came along a very straight looking family. “It’s a long way to the top if ya wanna rock and roll” was belted out. Off they went. Back to good contemporary music and fun. We got to keep our wonderful mountain site to ourselves for the rest of the night. Added for Ailsa’s camping


Waterfalls are such a thrill in Australia. It is such a dry place for most of the time. Here I will add a small selection of my favourites.


In a past life I have enjoyed bushwalking. It has often been associated with reaching the top of mountains and checking out the fantastic views. But not always. I have done bit of cycling as well; in retrospect, I think I used this as way to get me off cigarettes. It worked. I may need to return to cycling and more walking for different reasons now.

Some of these photographs have been taken in the Victorian Alps. In height, they are similar to the Appalachians in the US.