

Port Macquarie, New South Wales
It's been a couple of slow news days here in Oz. We had a total non-day yesterday, travelling down from Byron Bay to Port Macquarie on the Greyhound for seven hours. The air conditioning was on ridiculously strong on the bus (it was like being back in the design studio!) and Jim and I only just escaped without frostbite. I mostly listened to my iPod before taking pity on Jim's unsuccessful attempts to revive his and lending him mine. I then watched the film ('50 ...