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Heart of Gold Film Festival – We Have a Winner!

Sunday, March 29th, 2009

Junu

On the weekend Bec and I travelled up to Gympie in Queensland to the Heart of Gold film festival . It was a brilliant festival showing hundreds of short films from around the world, as well as meet-the-filmmaker sessions and seminars.

They also had a photography category, and out of 1000 entries from 20 countires this image I took in Nepal of Junu lining up before school won the overall prize!

 This meant getting up at the awards dinner and giving a speech in front of some semi-famous Australians who were on the film Jury, including Noni Hazlehurst who gave a wonderful speech later in the night (which included getting the enitre audience to stand up and sing “I’m a Little Teapot”, complete with actions), Peter Thompson who was the long-time film reviewer on the Channel Nine program Sunday, Jim Moginie from Midnight Oil, and the ABC’s Caroline Jones. I somehow managed to get through the speech without making a fool of myself, and picked up a nice little cheque for my trouble.

I’m now going out to buy a lottery ticket.

Australia: What, me write?

Tuesday, April 18th, 2006

So, I’ve been home for seven weeks now. And have spent those seven weeks driving all over the state of Victoria with Bec, catching up with friends and family. We’ve knocked up just short of 4000 km (or around 2500 miles) in the car. Not a bad effort.

But tomorrow, we leave again. Unfortunately, this time it is not nearly as exciting as our previous 12 month journey. We fly to Scotland, where we plan to work for another 6 months (roughly until the end of October) before leaving the UK with our pockets stashed full of cash. Or, failing that, I guess we could buy some of those laundry bags with dollar signs printed on them. They always look cool.

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Culgoa: Dude, we’re home

Tuesday, March 21st, 2006
The road is straight and flat. The heat rises off the asphalt ahead of us like a mirage, as though we are chasing the endlessly receding tide of a river. The land around us is alternatively brown then yellow, and ... [Continue reading this entry]