Indelible Adventures

April 25th is  a poignant time of self-reflection  in Australia.  It's a day when the nation stops and takes a hard look at itself, indeed at what its become.  To the outside world Australians are happy-go-lucky and gregarious lot by nature, but on a day like ANZAC day it's a solem and subdued affair.   As many of my readers know my Grandfather (Henry Montgomery Foxley-Conolly) was a soldier in the Great War (WWI). This week was ANZAC day and it  really crept up on me more so that at any other time in my life and got me thinking about why a 35-year-old man would enlist in the army at the height of the war when he has a wife and four children at home.   There are likely a number of scenarios that could have been playing out at the time. Firstly, we know from my past stories he was a bit of a “jack-the-lad” with a keen sense of adventure so that definitely could have been obvious reason.  Another may have been that he was ...

Find me on Facebook , like the page and check out the upcoming Indelible Adventure trips to Montalcino and Barcelona .  Why not join me to create your own "Indelible Adventure", for more information email me at terence@indelible-adventures.com .  ☺ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It’s hard to believe but tomorrow is my birthday, it feels like just yesterday that I sat down to write last years blog entitled the “ Amazing Tales of Grandfather Conolly ” which by the way has been my most popular blog of all with over 600 people reading it from all corners of the earth. Wow, pretty big shoes to fill considering the epic story of Grandfather Conolly, so to bolster my creative genius (okay, that might have been a bit of a stretch) I thought I’d treat myself to a glass of scotch to get me going!   The good kind from the back of the cupboard, the s...

During my six plus years at Accenture I had the good fortune to be able to teach at their Corporate University on a great many occasions.  In fact I enjoyed teaching so much that at times my leadership were less than happy, by what they considered my overly close relationship and involvement with the team that supported our university…I guess they felt that I was not doing my job and clearly being distracted by non-value added activities. Arguably passing on your knowledge and experience is critical to any corporate culture, and so I felt compelled to embrace this aspect of my role and actively participate.   I guess it also said a lot about my level of comfort in being in front of a class, which I found out, is not always that common for some people.  Go figure??? TW with some other faculty in Kuala Lumpur last year with the Petronas Towers in the background (Skybar) The notion of teaching at our Corporate University is completely aligned with my earlier teachi...

Last year during my Italian retreat (my fancy name for three weeks of R&R in Italy) I used Milan as my starting point and consequently my end point for the adventure.  For those of you that haven’t been to Milan it truly rivals Paris for the fashion and sense of style.  The streets are laden with every high end brand know to man…you name it, its there somewhere.  I spent three days in Milan absorbing the history and observing the fashion, it was a lesson how to look stylish no matter what time of day or night – male and female were always beautifully and impeccably dressed.   Now I’ve never been one to be on the cutting edge of fashion…(seriously – that’s your outside voice!)  J  but after a few short minutes standing in the streets of Milan I indeed felt rather frumpy.  Then and there I decided to begin the reinvention of my image, what better place than Milan to get my sense of style, although I wasn't truly sure ...