When I was a young bloke growing up on the Central Coast of New South Wales, I was spoilt for choice when it came to awesome places to explore. Me and my mates spent every weekend checking out caves and climbing trees, following creeks and scrambling up mountains. At some point women and booze got … Continue reading Dam!
I'm not gay, but I will admit to being hopelessly in love with a big, burly bloke from the country. He's tall (around 476m, the last time anyone checked), dependable (he's stuck around for millions of years), and he's always willing to let my mates have fun with him, too. He is North Brother Mountain, … Continue reading Brotherly Love
I enjoyed my last paragliding visit to Port Macquarie so much that I've come back - but the locals are wishing I'd stayed where I bloody well come from. But hear me out, it wasn't my fault! There's less wind than on the moon today, so I decided to head to the Rainbow Beach to … Continue reading Today I lost my pants at the beach
As a kid, I spent a lot of happy days at Frogys, the roller-skating rink in the main street of Gosford, NSW. Every second kid had their birthday party there, and I loved rolling around to the high-octane beats of the Grease Megamix. It was closed in the late 90s to make way for a … Continue reading I explored an abandoned rollerskating rink – and you won’t believe what I found!
I've had as many long walks as Stephen Hawking lately, and I've been missing the hiking, so today I strapped on my walking boots and hiked from Killcare, NSW to Little Beach... erm, which is also in NSW. I didn't walk interstate or anything, because I had to be back in time to watch the … Continue reading Barnstorming through Bouddi
All good things have to come to an end (otherwise, Hey Day! would still be on TV), so with the winds misbehaving like a child on red cordial, I packed the Del Sol with my gear, said a sad goodbye to my Cloudbase homies, and headed home. On the way I stopped at the wonderfully-named … Continue reading Booti call
Yesterday was supposed to be a great day for flying. Unfortunately, the Wind Gods didn’t get the memo, and when we got to the bottom of Middle Brother, the conditions were as flat as a disappointing girlfriend’s chest. As a result, me and the Cloudbase crew spent the day waiting at the bottom of Middle … Continue reading Praise be to the Wind Gods
I haven’t had something hairy and goofy-looking wake me up since my last girlfriend left me, so it was comforting to be woken up by the goats again this morning. Once that intimate rendezvous was out of the way, it was time to get into some paragliding. Well, more like time to wait around for … Continue reading Chasing the Wind
While in Lake Innes on my paramagliding adventure, I’m staying at a petting zoo. there are llamas and alpacas and other stupid-looking beasties wandering around, and this morning I was awoken by the insane bleating of a herd of horny billy goats. I won’t tell my mate Dean* about it, or the dirty bastard will … Continue reading Big Things (and not so big things)
I’ve had a rough couple of days (don’t worry, you can read all about that in an upcoming blogsmic extravaganza - trust me, it’s a story of love and loss that's so bizarre and deranged that you won’t want to miss it), so yesterday I chucked my paraglider in the car and headed up to … Continue reading Any Port in a Storm
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 