Three hours: that’s how long it takes Shelita Buffet to get ready. There are false eyelashes to glue and cheekbones to contour; there’s a neon-bright wig to preen and a sequined pink leotard to tug on ...

The surface of my tea ripples, threatening to breach the lip of the white porcelain cup as it wiggles in micro-measures on a saucer atop the foldout table in my cosy Indian Pacific cabin. At points, ...

The dish travels down the thin passageway in the centre of the Indian Pacific’s Gold-class dining carriage, the Queen Adelaide Restaurant, in the deft palm of a train attendant. The fillet of grilled ...

When friends talk about enjoying blissful weekends with no plans, I cannot relate. I need to be doing things, lest I am left alone with my thoughts. Which is why, as I arrived at Sydney’s Central ...