By Lindsay Johannsen

This is a partially illustrated travelogue series of sorts, Dear Reader, wherein I describe some of our travels and adventures in the motorhome Tar Baby. I feel obliged to warn you, however, that it comes with all of the free-ranging reminiscences, observations, comments and asides that came to mind as I wrote - the majority of them relevant but others a little less so. Some are drawn from events recent and some from earlier lifetimes and journeys, while others are simple reflections on life's grand adventure and the universe in general. And, being a seasoned traveller yourself, you will recognise at once which of the pictures I paint are fair-dinkum honest-to-God "Struth!!!", which of them are slightly less so, and which have been spiced with the salt of irreverence or a modicum of lunacy - as the whim will have taken me. And if you've ever been taken by a whim, mon ami, you'll know exactly what to watch for. So come join us. Fill your glass and let me show you where the winds of fate have taken us, all full of joi-de-vrie so to speak (or whatever it says on the empties), our faces turned to the dawn of a bright new day. I wrest my case.