I wrote the following article for the October issue of Aviator Magazine Australia. It's on the shelves right now, so go buy a copy! THERE’S nothing like the feeling of leaping off a mountain while strapped to three kilograms of fabric and a bucket seat and, as I looked down at the landing zone 550 … Continue reading Return to Para-Dise
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!
After my terrifying near-death experience, I wanted to spend my last full day in Tonga in a more relaxed way. And that's exactly what I did, by heading out to the beach and doing as little as possible. Sure, by the end of the day I would have cheated death once again, but... well, it's … Continue reading One Fine Day in Vava’u (or, That’s the most dangerous box I’ve encountered since my ex-girlfriend dumped me!)
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
They take their religion seriously in Tonga, so Nuku'alofa on a Sunday is emptier than the Cronulla Skarks' trophy cabinet. All the shops are closed, there are barely any cars on the streets, and there's not a lot to do in town. So I decided to head out to Pangaimotu, a tiny island about half-and-hour's … Continue reading How the fuck do I get off this island?
More. Fucken. Rain. I couldn't believe that the shit weather had infested yet another country. I sat around fuming, until eventually the sun peaked out from between the clouds around midday, and I decided to head off and explore the Kingdom of Tonga. With the weather improving by the minute, I had a pleasant swagger … Continue reading I vomited in front of the Tongan national squash champion
Like a cheap prostitute, Suva didn't look any better in the morning. I wanted to check out the city before heading to Tonga, though, so I wandered out into the rain. It's a typical third-world city with beggars, thieves and rubbish everywhere. There's a decent market in the main street, so I rolled along and … Continue reading To Tonga We Go!
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
After a restless night's sleep due to the nocturnal actions of a hairy stranger (a possum that wouldn't stop messing around outside my tent, that is - get your mind out of the gutter, you bloody sicko!) I woke up to the morning I wanted yesterday. The sun was out, birds were singing, potoroos were … Continue reading Show us ya map of Tassie!
I couldn't wait to get out and explore the unspoiled wilderness of Tasmania's Mount Field National Park, so I was shocked and appalled to wake up this morning to find it was wet and miserable outside. I could've spent the day curled up in my tent, feeling sorry for myself, but that's not how I … Continue reading Stairway to Hell
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 