All good things have to come to an end. Bros broke up, Ship 2 Shore ended, and now my travels through the Pacific Islands are done and dusted. I woke up early to watch the sun rise over the waters of Vava'u, Tonga, then packed my bags and got out of there. During the short … Continue reading Nofo a, Tonga!
My journey to the tropical island of Vava’u was supposed to be a quiet, relaxing end to my trip through Tonga – a few days on the beach, some beers, that sort of thing. Instead it became a nightmarish fight for survival that pushed me past my limits and almost cost me my life. I’d … Continue reading Big Trouble in Little Tonga
My final morning in Tasmania started with a world of hurt and a trip to the toilet to spew up last night's menu of German beer and pizza. Alright, mainly it was German beer. And then, after a quick goodbye to Mick and Katri, I was in a taxi and on my way home. Okay, … Continue reading The knob-head at 20,000 feet
Waking up with an immense hangover after another night of drinking meant there was only one option for the day - a tour of the Cascade Brewery, in South Hobart, for some hair of the dog. After stopping off in the centre of town so Ben could grab himself another Dagwood Dog, we wandered through … Continue reading Beer, berks and bruises: A trip to the Cascade Brewery
I'm well known to be a lover of culture, so today I hung around inside MONA. No, I don't mean the chick from last night, I'm talking about Hobart's Museum of Old and Modern Art. Yeah, I know, there's a few extra letters in there, but who gives a shit? Let's get into it. The … Continue reading Hey MONA, ooh MONA!
After another wild night on the booze, I woke up feeling rubbish and confused, with people rushing around me carrying boxes of cider. There was a big microbrewery festival in Hobart, my uncle and auntie were showing off their cider, and I was invited! Or, at least, they didn't tell me I couldn't come. Before … Continue reading It all started with a Dagwood Dog…
Tasmania is a wild land, so today me and my brother hired a wild car to take us around the island - an automatic Nissan Micra that is as powerful as Josh Thomas with a turnip up his blurter. Ben was particularly proud of his snazzy new dream mobile. We headed out to Port Arthur, … Continue reading Port Arthur McArthur
Last night, me and my brother and my aunty and uncle drank and danced until the sun came up. I woke up on the floor, feeling as if an Asian karate man had been kicking my head in, and then decided to do what no hungover man should - climb up a massive mountain. I'm … Continue reading Real (stupid) men drink till 4:30am, then wake up and climb a mountain
After a few months of sitting around and fiddling with myself, it’s time for the Bauer Media Drunk & Jobless World Tour to start up again. This time the adventure has taken me to the Apple isle of Tasmania, which is sometimes unkindly called the arsehole of the universe, but which is actually quite nice. … Continue reading Journey to the end of the world
I was woken by an intense banging, but it wasn't in my brain - it mean a manta ray had been sighted off the shore and I could go swim with it! The sun was peeking through the clouds and, half drunk, I raced down to jump in a boat and see the big, dumb … Continue reading Buster gets busted!
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 