We arrived at Philipkutty’s Farm in a small rowboat, luggage and all, crossing from the mainland to the island. The ride took only a few minutes. Waiting on the other side were the mother and daughter who run the farm, beaming as we pulled in, as if we were family coming home. Arriving at…
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After writing this, the last part of my Echuca farm stay series, I have to pack, tidy up the farmhouse and bid goodbye to the farm animals.…
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I was in the middle of writing a blog post, when Fafa called me for brekkie. Today it's only a toast, anticipating the lunch in Echuca town.…
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Despite the lunch blunder, I like Bendigo, dare I say, more than Echuca. On the drive back home, I told Fafa I could retire there.…
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We went to the Echuca town centre, which is best avoided during the holiday season as it's crowded with assortments of tourists.…
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I have jinxed it when I wrote about the peaceful sleep I had on my first night in Echuca because neither of us got much sleep yesterday.…
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We went out to have lunch at the Echuca town centre. However, all the places are either closed, full, or have the least appetising menu.…
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After a 3-hour drive from Melbourne, going around almost four empty towns that reminded me of Timaru in New Zealand, we reached Echuca.…
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