From the sweet tang of molasses to the final sip of salted caramel rum, the Bundaberg Distillery tour is a mix of history, humour, and Aussie spirit, bold, local, and unmistakably Bundy.

We spent five relaxed days in Rockhampton with favourite brunches at Riverston Tea Rooms, exploring the Railway Museum, and soaking up the creative buzz at the Art Gallery. A perfect blend of history, art, and perfect blue skies.

From the stillness of the Capricorn Caves to the sea breeze at Emu Park, Yeppoon offered a quiet stretch of coast, strong coffee, and a few days to slow down and breathe.

Longreach delivered two bucket-list stops: the Qantas Founders Museum and the Australian Stockman’s Hall of Fame. From jumbo jets to saddle shows, this outback hub captures the spirit of Australia from every angle.

We spent a slow morning at the Great Stupa near Bendigo, wandering reflective gardens, exploring inside the stupa, and enjoying lunch at the café. A calm, thoughtful stop that left us feeling lighter and at ease.

We spent a few days in Bendigo visiting family and exploring its gold rush past. Going underground at Central Deborah Gold Mine revealed a larger, more industrial story than nearby gold towns, echoed above ground in Bendigo’s grand architecture.

Castlemaine sits at the centre of Victoria’s quieter goldfields. We explored Maldon, Chewton and Malmsbury, wandered historic diggings, found forgotten machinery and spent time under the Malmsbury Viaduct. A grounded, slow-travel look at the region’s gold rush past.

Canberra gave us politics, culture, frozen motorhome pipes, and a proper taste of ACT crispness. From Old Parliament House to Lake Burley Griffin, it was one of the most surprising stops of our shakedown trip.

From Bermagui to Batemans Bay, the coastal road carried us past dolphins, fish and chips, and a growing sense of ease. Small towns, quiet bays, and days that felt unhurried—finally finding our road rhythm.

Tilba Tilba cheese, Bermagui’s Blue Pool, and tall pub stories marked the moment we started finding our rhythm on the road — and learned that good cheese might just be worth every detour.

In Merimbula, we traded busy travel for slow days by the sea. We fixed our first flat tyre, ate oysters by the dozen, and learned that quiet time can be the best part of the trip.

Our first motorhome trip from Geelong to Eden was equal parts chaos and discovery. We packed too much, sang off-key in a winery, and learned fast that the road has its own rhythm.