Australia

A Haphazard Birthday

August 4, 2009

Heart thumping. Eyes sweating. Palms clenched. Girlfriend weeping. People staring. Lady smiling. Jaw gripped. Foot shuffling. Mind racing. We were checking in one hour before our scheduled departure, and the lady at the check-in desk was telling us we weren’t getting on the flight. Lady smiling. Palms clenched.

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Flight of the Cockheads

July 21, 2009

Have you ever pre-applied for a visa while on the road? If so, you’ll know they always say “don’t make travel plans until your visa is confirmed”. As always, when I was recently applying for New Zealand’s 23-month working holiday visa, I respectably scoffed at the small print. Six weeks to secure a working holiday […]

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A Knights Trail: Two Years On

July 15, 2009

And so it was written, that a noble knight would renounce his legacy and set off on a great journey. He would venture through foreign lands, flicking morsels of exotic food into his mouth and drink from foreign goblets. He would sway with the largest forests, duck under rocks and dive under cover. Steeds would […]

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Local Knowledge

July 11, 2009

I say wolf, you say creek. I say Wolfe Creek, you say movie. I say Wolfe Creek the movie, you say backpackers. I say Wolfe Creek the backpacker movie, you say gruesome. I say Wolfe Creek the gruesome backpacker movie, you say murders. I say Wolfe Creek the gruesome backpacker murder movie, you say don’t […]

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The Market Leader

July 7, 2009

Imagine your school blackboard as a section of raw rock where you sit bare-chested in the spread of shade beneath an overhanging cliff. Your best friends granddad is babbling on about a supposed serpent – one that sleeps not far away. He mixes coloured ochre with trickles of water, and scolds you for not listening. […]

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Are you Captain Van-tastic?

June 20, 2009

I woke sometime in the early hours, laid flat on my back in the cool, damp air of TrailofAnts Towers (a tent in mid-west Australia). Four strangers appeared to be sat cross-legged at the foot of my bed, though Reb was completely unaware, softly twitching at her dreams. A well-presented woman slid me a black […]

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Showdown

June 15, 2009

Her eyes look cold, like a pair of dried up wishing wells. Her face and torso swollen, reducing the stalk of her neck to a blunt junction. Deep black hair, yanked back to reveal the delta of a clammy forehead, from which the bridge of her nose leads down between puffy cheeks and a stern […]

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