Well, I'm back.

And I'm officially in love with the old Currango homestead out in the middle of the national park in the Snowy Mountains... Its not been inhabited since the 70's and now it functions as an emergency shelter for people who get lost in the snow. I can't believe people were persisting with the place as late as the 70's to be honest. But I guess the sheep grazing land was worth the freezing discomfort. I personally would never be able to withstand the cold... despite the awesome



I wonder if I stuck magazines and newspaper clippings all over my walls, if people will get as excited over them as I did over the 40's and 50's newspapers.







I'm so glad the place is impossible to get to. It means that the only people who go there are people who have done their research, have maps, and plan the trip especially. There's not a single signpost to tell you where to go and finding the right fire trail (and the right place along that fire trail to park your car) and then walking for 40minutes is a big challenge. Nevertheless, there were other people there. Luckily everyone that makes the effort to visit is someone who is interested in the place, which prevents vandalism.

I also spent lots of time standing out in open paddocks and chasing animals. And getting naked



my photographer protects his hot crossed buns... I wonder where that horse on the left is going.

ps: i r hopeful now.