You know you've had a good time when you wake up in a shopping trolley with an empty VB carton on your head and dried vomit on your shirt. It was Boxing Day, I was in the main street of Gosford with no idea how I got there, and from the looks on the faces … Continue reading Yackandandah Smackdown
Ask most people about Manilla and they'll mention streets overflowing with sewage, drug-crazed violence and X-rated ping pong shows. But that's the Filipino version, and when you mention the name to a paragliding pilot, they're more likely to talk about epic thermals, heart-stopping collapses and vast distances covered while strapped to a glorified Coles shopping … Continue reading Miles High in Manilla
The seaside village of Patonga is one of the nicest spots on Central Coast of NSW, with calm waters, golden sand and spectacular views across the water to the Northern Beaches. If you just want to rock up, have a decent feed at the pub and enjoy the serenity, that's great, but the area is … Continue reading Patonga to Mt Wondabyne Overnight Hike
With a sunny name like Bright, it's obvious that this tiny Victorian village is a pretty happy place. And why wouldn't it be? It's a Mecca for cyclists, hikers, skiiers and paragliders from around the world. I can barely keep a bike upright, walking uphill makes my legs hurt, and snow makes my pee-pee shrink, … Continue reading Bright ‘n’ Beautiful!
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour™ has readers from across the planet, and one thing my fans are always asking me is whether it's worth flying to Australia just to see the famous Dog on the Tucker Box at Gundagai. I wrote about this legendary roadside attraction a year ago but, in the interest of providing … Continue reading The Dog on the Tucker Box
Byron Bay was once the land of hippies and burnouts, but these days it's better known for multi-million-dollar properties and overpriced drinks. Despite this drastic change it remains a beautiful place, and the gang and I thought it would be the perfect place to party after a week spent in sleepy ol' Rainbow, where everything closes … Continue reading Byron Bay Blues
Our first day in Rainbow Beach provided paragliding perfection, but after that things went downhill fast. With a cyclone swirling off the coast, the winds picked up and the rain came through and our wings remained tucked away in their rucksacks. Instead of flying, our little group of pilots fell into a cesspool of heavy drinking, … Continue reading I had a WHALE of a time in Hervey Bay!
After a month spent fending off sleet and snow in the depths of Siberia, I was paler than Beetlejuice's arsehole and in desperate need of some Vitamin D, so I headed to the Sunshine Coast for a paragliding trip with my mates. As soon as I stepped off the plane at Maroochydore, I was met by … Continue reading Big in Queensland
With paragliding's State of Origin Championship heating up, I knew I had to make the second day of competition a big one. After bombing out into a field of evil thistles on the first day, I needed a big flight if I was going to win the thing. But the conditions were rubbish in the … Continue reading Manilla Mayhem Part II: The Mayheming
"Hey bro, you wanna go to Manilla?" I was sunning myself on the balcony on a bright autumn afternoon, and was startled to look up from my book to see my mate Scott sitting a few metres away from me. The shock was threefold; firstly, I hadn't invited Scott over. Secondly, my unit is on … Continue reading Manilla Mayhem
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