Days 1,041-1,045: All I’m Asking…
07.11.11-11.11.11: This week was mostly taken up with editing old travel videos and putting them online in a kind of filler not just for my YouTube channel but for my…
07.11.11-11.11.11: This week was mostly taken up with editing old travel videos and putting them online in a kind of filler not just for my YouTube channel but for my…
04.11.11-06.11.11: Mand’s mates Damien and Allison were getting married. Allison is a Yank, but Damien’s family hailed from the most ridiculously-named country in the world: “The Former Yugoslavian Republic of…
03.11.11: There are certain housekeeping matters that an extreme backpacker like myself must attend to when the opportunity presents: teeth, spectacles, tax returns etc. One of the most important is…
02.11.11: The hangover wasn’t quite as epic as I was expecting as I rolled off Adam and Simon’s couch for the second morning in a row. Adam and Si live…
01.11.11: The Melbourne Cup advertises itself as The Race That Stops A Nation and for once the bods in advertising might well be telling us the truth. It’s a little…
31.10.11: Why don’t Aussies go tropo insane for Halloween? I’ve seen more life in a terminal ward. I’m sure there are plenty of middle-aged bores who would rather not be…
30.10.11: The Papuan Chief pulled into foggy Melbourne town in the wee small hours of Sunday morning. Port Philip Bay, the vast jigsaw-tip shaped body of water that sits to…
24.10.11-29.10.11: And so I found myself becoming something of a fixture on board the good ship Papuan Chief. Breakfast (which I invariably missed) was served at 8am-9am, Lunch at noon…
23.10.11: Thomas woke me up some time after ten to tell me that he was going out with Patti for a bit. I dragged myself out of bed and marvelled…
22.10.11: The Papuan Chief ploughed a course through Iron Bottom Sound: the watery graveyard of hundreds – if not thousands - of ships, aircrafts and soldiers killed in the Pacific…