I haven't received many standing ovations in my life. There was the time I came third in the under-8 boys mini tramp competition at Gosford Youth Centre a few decades ago, the day I came second in a pie-eating contest, and that's about it. Even the ovation I received from impressed onlookers after scoring with … Continue reading Trees-ed to meet you!
Forget about lying in the sun and save the ladyboys for another day, because it's time to get stuck into what I came to Bali to do - a shitload of paragliding. And thanks to the legends at Cloudbase and the Hindu Wind Gods, that's exactly what's been happening. The skies above Nusa Dua have … Continue reading Paragliding in paradise
If I was to make a list of ways I'd like to spend a Saturday morning, climbing up a 600m cliff with a 15km pack on my back probably wouldn't make it on there. But that's just what I did a couple of days ago, when I travelled to Lake St. Clair, north of Singleton, … Continue reading Paramagliding from the mountain of death
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 