Frankfurt am Main

It's rapidly becoming apparent to me that the rest of the world regards Australians as a pretty uncouth lot. I did my little bit to polish the brand by starting the morning with a thunderous bowel evacuation in the ensuite of my 8 person (mixed) dorm at the Frankfurt Hostel. I think I picked up… Continue reading Frankfurt am Main


I'm off to Germany. Currently I'm somewhere over the Pillaga scrub in Western NSW in the tail of a 747. My immediate travel companions are two very friendly Dutch people who've never met each other before and are interested in everything I can tell them about central Australia. Now the discussion is being continued in… Continue reading Up!