Well, the dream is over and the adventure is nothing but a memory. I'm back home in Australia, it's about nine degrees, and I can't help wishing that I was still exploring strange lands on the other side of the world. My two months travelling through the Dark Continent have come and gone, and the … Continue reading Reflections on Africa
I don't have a lot of luck when it comes to climbing mountains, so I was tempting fate when I decided to spend one of my final days on the Drunk and Jobless World Tour of Africa hiking up Mt Tamarin. The monolith looms large over the southeast coast of Mauritius, and I set out … Continue reading Hey, Mr Tamarin man, play a song for me!
As I toasted the end of another wonderful Mauritian day with a six pack of Phoenix on the beach, I put on the Pink Floyd album Animals and lay back as the sun bled into the sea. It felt appropriate, because that album is the only thing as surreal as the evening beauty of this … Continue reading Welcome to the Mau-chine
Whenever I climb a mountain, it rains. When I climbed Mount Field, it stormed. When I climbed Ulsanbawi, it poured. When I climbed Le Pouce, it pissed down. So when I decided to hike to the top of Black River Gorges National Park, in the south of Mauritius, I was ready for things to get a bit wet … Continue reading Black River Gorge-ous!
I've been to some oddly-named beaches over the years - Tasmania's Eggs and Bacon Bay stands out - and I think I've found the weirdest of all time. It's called Flick en Flack, it's on the west coast of Mauritius, and it's a pretty groovy place to hang out and smash a few beers. Just look … Continue reading Flic en Flac (yes, that’s the actual name of an actual place)
After making the most of a case of mistaken identity, I was looking forward to a night of rampaging rumpy-pumpy that would put Soviet war crimes to shame, but it wasn't to be. It turns out Pierre has an 11-inch donger, so the lass I was with realised I'd pulled the old switch-a-roo as soon as … Continue reading Le Pouce… It’s French for ‘Le Pouce’
Women call me lots of things, from the West Gosford Wildcat to "Hey you in the bushes!" to names that aren't fit to print in a family friendly blog such as Drunk and Jobless. But the most common name is The Mauritius Delicious, due to the fact that I have Mauritian heritage and am very … Continue reading Putting the Delicious into Mauritius
Paje is famous for it's beaches, but that's not all this Zanzibarean delight offers. The Jozani Chwaka Bay National Park is all that's left of the island's indigenous vegetation, and is home to thousands of zany monkeys. As a primate fancier (no, not in that way) I was determined to head out to the park … Continue reading Monkey Magic!
The water off Paje's eastern coast is a bit like a Russian chick's skirt; it looks brilliant, and any self-respecting bloke wants to see what's underneath it. So today I grabbed my snorkel and went down below for a few hours. Oh, I'm talking about snorkelling, you sicko! And as you can see from these really, … Continue reading Fish, fish, everywhere!
Paje and Paradise both start with the letters 'pa'. Coincidence? Yeah, probably, but the tiny village of Paje, on Zanzibar's southeast coast, is certainly a lovely place to spend a few days. So that's what I've been doing - bludging by the pool, bludging on the beach, and acting more like a lazy tourist than … Continue reading The Sights and Kites of Paje
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 