When the Cheshire emerges...

The main thing I heard about Dubbo before the move from so many people it was ridiculous was ‘oh, they’ve got a good zoo there’. So I knew it was worth a visit – but have I visited Taronga Western Plains Zoo yet? Drove into the grounds for the first time on Tuesday for a story and the only animal I saw was a bird (pelican maybe?).

Besides the zoo, I’ve been in Dubbo for a month today and finally feel settled. So much that I’ve already taken two weeks off in February/March to roam around New Zealand. Funny how that works. But the first 30 days have proven less stressful than I thought they’d be. Sure, getting a place to live was a big deal and I had more than one call that came right down to the wire. But I believe more with every day that passes that life has a way of working itself out. I live a 30 second walk from the city’s hotspot and cheapest schnitties ($6.50 on wed/sat nights, take that Hackney Hotel!)… nuff said. Oh and below is my amazing and really easy green chicken curry that Dad thought was at a Thai restaurant. I'm learning!



As they say, it's time to smile in Dubbo!

It’s cool here, and pretty importantly work is going well (doing a few film-related and front page stories so soon has been unexpected and pretty great). I’m proud to finally say I’m a journalist and that I’m learning every day… I’m not sad about being away from Adelaide 99 per cent of the time – except for getting a Facebook invite informing me SoTiri’s performing there soon. Devastated I can’t seen ‘Avgolemono’ and his goat live.