Cable Beach Polo

I had the pleasure of spending my weekend in luxury surrounds capturing all the glitz, glamour and unfolding drama of the Cable Beach Polo.

Temperatures soared, champagne flowed and top polo action ruled as elite players clashed and whipped up a frenzy on Broome’s pristine sands against a shimmering turquoise backdrop.

For two glittering days, elegantly dressed guests and corporate identities mingled as they soaked up the unique atmosphere in the tropical-themed VIP marquee, sipping Veuve Clicquot and dining on delectable canapés.

Modelesque beauties clad in  chic flowing robes, colourful kaftans and lavish pearls pouted and posed in front of the camera.

Sneaky Sound System’s charismatic entertainer Daimon Downey took charge of the decks, while his beautiful partner, actress Georgia Gorman, socialised with other glamorous patrons including fashion designer Clover Lee-Steere.

A Sunday highlight was watching the gorgeous Kimberley Girl models strut down the sandy catwalk sporting cool ensembles by Stellamax.

As the sun set on a nail-biting finale, the Aussies claimed victory over their New Zealand counterparts and enjoyed a champagne-soaked celebration, spurred on by their cheering spectators.

Easter Brownies

I found a great alternative to Easter eggs this year:  chocolate brownies!!!

I’m not claiming they’re the best brownies in the world, but they are pretty darn tasty!

The other great thing is that they’re homemade so I know exactly what’s gone into them.

If you decide to have a go and enjoy them, don’t thank me, thank culinary wonder woman Donna Hay.

These are her amazing Standby Brownies. They require minimum ingredients, minimum prep, no fuss. It only takes 30 minutes to bake in the oven and voila!

The recipe is available at

You’re welcome.

Happy Easter!

imageHappy Easter everyone!

I don’t know about you, but I leapt out of bed this morning full of joy and positivity.

Before you think it was chocolate-related, it wasn’t. Sure, Lent was over, my six weeks of fasting had now come to an end, but the feeling was one of gladness for what this day represented in the spiritual sense.

Just days ago, we were mourning and reflecting on the Passion of Christ – a wound that cuts deep every year – and pondering on the immense sacrifice that was made for us.

Today brought everything home. The happiness, the triumph over death, the hope and promise of new life and rebirth of ourselves.

It was wonderful to share and celebrate that joy with others who attended mass this morning.

The Happiness Post

Ever had one of those days when you could just throttle someone?

One minute, you’re plodding along nicely, next minute, some sly sod tries to ruin things. For whatever reason.

It’s not fair, is it?

If you’ve had one of those days, this post is for you. Ok, selfishly, it’s for me, but I hope it may give you some inspiration if you’re in short supply.

In my heart of hearts, I know I let stupid, insignificant things get to me far more than they should. So, rather than stress/wallow/analyse and drown in negativity, I did something far more effective.

Firstly, I took a walk. A very long walk. In my favourite place. Cable Beach! Just in time for sunset…

Then I went home, poured over some photos and was reminded of all the reasons why I should have the biggest smile on my face.That did me the power of good…

So many reasons in fact, there were too many to record…but here’s a start…

Resplendent Rambutan


I was one of the lucky few to make it on the guest list for the soft opening of Cable Beach Club Resort and Spa’s fabulous new Rambutan restaurant.

Ever since I heard about it from food and beverage manager Troy Dalton, I was counting down the days until I could feast my eyes (and tastebuds) on the establishment.

Rambutan is the latest jewel in Cable Beach Club’s culinary crown following the closure of its popular Thai Pearl restaurant.

Taken from the name of a native Malaysian fruit, Rambutan embraces the best of Thai Pearl’s legacy – vibrant south east Asian cuisine with broader influences to reflect Malaysia’s diverse culture.

It had been a while since the hubby and I had enjoyed a date night so we put our glad rags on to make the most of the occasion.

We took our seats beneath tropical palms, overlooking the glistening pool changing from ocean blue to indigo and emerald green as we perused the menu.


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Choices included a selection of light, spicy, aromatic and savoury dishes to cater for all moods and palates.

For my main, I opted for udang galah masak lemak cili padi (slipper lobster in yellow curry with turmeric, chilli, coconut and lemongrass), while Chris tried kapitan ayam (nyonya chicken curry with chillies, lemongrass and galangal).





The presentation was truly a feast for the eyes…generous portions of tender chicken and succulent lobster meat enveloped in fragrant spices crowned with shards of red chilli and fresh green herbs.

We ordered a side of rice which was more than enough for both of us.

I’m not always able to finish every bite of my meal but on this occasion, I did.

The dish was everything I had hoped for – a balance of fresh, zingy, spicy flavours with a creamy coconutty sauce to complement the lobster. I would definitely opt for this again.





But of course, the story doesn’t end there. After savouring my first delicious bite of Rambutan, I’m hungry for more and can’t wait to go back and delve further into my gastronomic journey of south east Asian cuisine.


I packed my bags and left Broome behind last Saturday afternoon.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve not grown weary of the place at all, but I found myself escaping the lunchtime humidity and red-stained landscape to new, unfamiliar horizons.

I chowed my way through oodles of noodles at Singapore’s spectacular food festival, tiptoed through the glistening Great Temple in Abu Simbel, marvelled at the hauntingly ethereal spectacles of Scandinavia’s Northern Lights,  witnessed the ancient serpent slither down El Castillo Pyramid and tangoed through the streets of Buenos Aires.

All in the space of a few hours…

OK, so it might have all been a figment of my imagination but it wasn’t a bad way to pass the time.

Truth be told, I had popped down to the local library to browse through a few titles and came across a book called 300 Unmissable Events and Festivals Around the World.

As I flicked through the pages, I found myself globetrotting to popular and remote parts of the world to glimpse some truly diverse, fascinating, bizarre and colourful happenings that blow the mind.

Everything from New York City’s outlandish Thanksgiving Day Parade, to Mexico’s Day of the Dead celebration, Edinburgh’s neo-pagan Beltane Festival and Nevada’s Burning Man ritual.

I borrowed the book and headed to Shady Lane to continue my happy ‘excursions’ over a pot of tea, dreaming about my top 10 festivals to visit at a later date before transporting myself back on to familiar red soil.

Lucky Escape

imageLast Saturday we returned home from a terrifying ordeal.

What started out as a happy weekend drive through the outback soon turned into a hellish nightmare.

We were on our way to James Price Point, travelling along Manari Road, past Quondong Point.

One minute we were watching the clouds roll by, staring at the the endless red dirt stretched out ahead with Belinda Carlisle playing on the stereo. Next thing we know, we’re sinking in muddy water.

Neither of us could have envisaged just how deep that puddle was. We’d crossed a smaller one moments before with little effort and figured this would be ok too.

How wrong we both were.

Before we were halfway across, the car stalled and started screeching and whirring as we were slowly being sucked down into the soft mud.

Forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards, sinking deeper and deeper until we were immobile.

Water started leaking inside and collected around my feet. That’s when panic really set in. We knew we were in real trouble.

Our whole world shattered in a blink of an eye. The tables had well and truly turned.

We had gone from being happy little humans zipping through the landscape in our trusty Suzuki to terrified mortals suddenly finding ourselves at the mercy of the harsh, unforgiving terrain.

I lost all sense of rationale because claustrophobia had set in. I tried to open the door passenger door but couldn’t because of the pressure of the water. Tension soared to boiling point. We were stuck inside this bogged car and I needed to get out. Fast.

Chris opened the driver’s door and a gush of orange water flooded in.

I heaved at my door and scrambled out.

The water was nearly waist high.The oppressive heat bore down. There were no sounds except for chirruping insects hiding in the scrub and trees.

As we stood in this massive amber lake, reality set in. It was about 40 degrees, we were completely alone, we had no phone service, only a litre of water each and no one knew we were out here.

We took our valuables from the car. Chris grabbed our thongs but dropped one of his and it floated away.

We clung to each other as we started slipping and sliding through the swamp.

I felt  the mud ooze and squelch between my toes. We desperately tried to reach a patch of solid dirt.

I kept asking over and over again: what are we going to do? Is someone going to drive past? Are we going to die?

I was trying to read Chris’s reaction. He didn’t freak out. He never freaks out. But I could tell he was distressed and trying his hardest not to be for my sake.

I kept thinking about all those foul news stories I’d read and even written about where people get stranded in the outback.

The one bit of advice emergency crews always say is to never, ever leave your vehicle.

But that’s precisely what we did, against our better judgment.

We started walking away from the swamped car in the hope that we would eventually get some signal and dial for help.

We clutched our water bottles as we trekked along the dirt road under the blistering heat.

I hit 000 several times but it was futile.

We figured we’d try to walk for 15 to 20 minutes, but the further we walked away from the car, the more exposed we felt.

After a while we stopped because Chris could no longer walk on his bare feet. The scorching hot dirt had burnt his soles badly.

The situation was hopeless. I started praying.

We got off the road and sheltered momentarily in the scrub to cool off.

It wasn’t long before we decided to head back towards the car to retrieve Chris’s thong, grab the remaining bit of water from the back seat and figure out a plan from there.

The walk back seemed endless. In reality, it may have only been 15 minutes but when you’re doing it in near 40 degree heat, you’re on very dangerous territory.

I conjured up all these images of surviving the night on our own, waiting for help, thinking someone would eventually raise the alarm if we failed to show up to work on Monday. Maybe Tuesday. Can you live that long without water???

As I trudged on, I suddenly heard a faint yell behind me.


I turned to see a Toyota LandCruiser coming towards us.

Chris flagged it down immediately, and two Good Samaritans – a Broome couple, stopped to help.

They gave us fresh, chilled water and ushered us inside to recover in the aircon as they drove us to the site of our car.

I cried tears of joy, relieved that we had been rescued.

They listened intently to our tale of woe, sympathising with us as we recounted our ordeal.

Turns out, we were really lucky because the Greens told us just moments earlier, they had been debating which direction to go in and very nearly went a different way.

The Suzuki was eventually pulled out of the mire but was in no shape to drive, so the couple took us back into town and dropped us off at home.

For the remainder of the day, we sat outside, stupefied by what had happened. I was quite emotional because I really thought there was a big chance we weren’t going to make it back.

We were so grateful to Ben and Belinda, and so hard on ourselves for going into the bush completely unprepared.

I’m glad to say we survived to tell the tale but it just goes to show how much you have to respect the country and land you’re living in because you never know what’s around the corner.