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  1. Swimming and Walking

    My Mum sent me this postcard after she had walked across Spain. It is an illustration from a Russian Fairy story, “Feather Of Finist Falcon” by Ivan Bilibin.

    Feather Of Finist Falcon by Ivan Bilibin
    Feather Of Finist Falcon by Ivan Bilibin

    I am reading Robert MacFarlane‘s, “The Old Ways, A Journey On Foot”. I love …

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  2. Mudmap

    For a long time I have wanted to integrate the GPS traces from my various excursions directly into an embedded map here on tregeagle.com. There is a million ways to do this of course. I have done so in the past using Google maps but I would prefer to …

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  3. We Moved

    Last Tuesday we emptied our little house into the back of a removal truck. After a quick tidy and a last tearful visit to family we set off on the trail to Broken Hill. Z&JB had to wait on some repairs to their car. They followed on at a …

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  4. Escape Routes

    In my continuing effort to make moving to Broken Hill quantifiable here are some extremely rough travelling numbers.

    From To Plane Train Bus Car Bicycle Walk
    Broken Hill Adelaide (500km) $200
    2hrs
    no train $20
    7hrs
    5hrs 1w 1m
    Broken Hill Coffs Harbour (1,400km) $500
    7hrs
    $60
    23hrs
    $120 …
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  5. Shoah (שואה)

    Uncle J wanted to visit the “Jewish Holocaust Museum“. He’d been banging on about it for a while so we decided to take him on a flying trip to visit. The 1 hour flight was cancelled so we drove for 6 hours instead. Sydney was pushy; dirty; noisy and …

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  6. Security

    Graffiti - security forces
    Melbourne Graffiti - overstated security?

    I forgot I had my old Opinel penknife in my bag. The airport security were delighted. What had started as a normal boring morning suddenly had a frisson of excitement. My counter-culture terroristic leanings were only confirmed when I foolishly told them I’d forgotten about …

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  7. Long-haul night flight

    Kabul? Singapore? I can't remember.
    Where in the world am I?

    Our flight from London has been a bit special. We flew north over Copenhagen. The sun dropped low and the clouds cleared revealing the Baltic islands rimmed in golden sunlight.

    On we flew over the snow covered fields of Estonia and night fell. I …

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