Round-Eye Scotty, Asian Scotty, and Your Drunken Hero were zooming down the Hume Highway in an overloaded VW Beetle, gazing in awe at the passing scenery and stopping at every scone and crumpet shop we passed. Our destination was Melbourne's glorious Mornington Peninsula, but we couldn't imagine what this paradisical scrap of coastline had in … Continue reading Mornington Glory
You know you've had a good time when you wake up in a shopping trolley with an empty VB carton on your head and dried vomit on your shirt. It was Boxing Day, I was in the main street of Gosford with no idea how I got there, and from the looks on the faces … Continue reading Yackandandah Smackdown
Bright ‘n’ Beautiful!
With a sunny name like Bright, it's obvious that this tiny Victorian village is a pretty happy place. And why wouldn't it be? It's a Mecca for cyclists, hikers, skiiers and paragliders from around the world. I can barely keep a bike upright, walking uphill makes my legs hurt, and snow makes my pee-pee shrink, … Continue reading Bright ‘n’ Beautiful!
Breaking barriers: My record-busting paragliding flight through the Victorian wilderness
When I woke up to the sounds of birds frolicking and Khancoban trailer trash bickering, I didn't know that I was mere hours away from paragliding immortality. Alright, maybe that's taking things a bit too far, but I was about to smash my own personal best and have a bloody good time doing it. But … Continue reading Breaking barriers: My record-busting paragliding flight through the Victorian wilderness
Flying off Elliot for the hell of it
There's something brilliant about waking up in the country, and so it was with a smile on my face that I climbed out of bed to greet another beautiful Khancoban day. The birds were singing in the trees, the cows were mooing in the fields, and there was a violent domestic dispute in the caravan … Continue reading Flying off Elliot for the hell of it
The Blue, Blue Skies of Corryong
As the first golden sunbeams of 2017 hit me, I knew something was wrong. My pillow was the unforgiving concrete of the gutter outside the pub, and my pants were awash with a mixture of urine and vomit of unknown origin. I clutched my throbbing head and felt no hair there, and had painful flashbacks … Continue reading The Blue, Blue Skies of Corryong