western australia

This Small and Lonely Planet

March 15, 2010

Just when you’re ready to give up. Just when life couldn’t get any more miserable. A man turns up. And he’s got bare feet. Discover the incredible tale, of the time two travellers got stuck in the mud in Australia’s far southwest.

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The Blue Noose

March 9, 2010

Waking up to find a blue noose hanging beside your tent is not the best way to start your day. Discover more about what happened along our Australian road trip, in The Blue Noose.

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Principality of Hutt River: A Lesson in Principles

December 2, 2009

All rise for the national anthem of the Principality of Hutt River It’s a hard land but it’s our land. Built with love and dedication. Self-assurance is our small nation. One man’s dream of independence. God bless the Prince of The Hutt River Province. God bless the man whose dream has come true. God bless […]

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Journey Along Ningaloo Reef

November 13, 2009

There’s something alluring about a place, when you can retell a journey and become excited merely by its name. Many of you know I’m currently hiding under the wing of a Kiwi. However, not so long ago I was on a hunk of the neighbouring island continent, Australia, where I drew a route along the […]

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Swimming With Australia’s Whale Shark

October 7, 2009

[audio:https://www.trailofants.com/audio/Swimming_With_Australias_Whale_Shark_Audio.mp3] The Ocean’s Roaming Gypsies Thirteen years ago, I was stood on the deck of a boat in an Egyptian bay. I was fourteen years old, sopping wet from scuba diving and torn between the scourge of seasickness, and a seemingly endless feast spread upon a paper tablecloth. Then came a splash, followed by an […]

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A Stroll Along Australia’s West Coast

August 24, 2009

The beach was pale and despite being daubed with colourful swimwear, it was lacking and hollow. It was everything a beach should be; sparse and coated in sun like treacle smothers toast. Reb and I reached a mutual agreement to leave, without the need for fall away words. We’d replaced a blown-out tyre, filled the […]

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