Magic and Madness. Or something in between.
Prince Rupert in August is a fair bit more pleasant than Prince Rupert in December. For a town that get’s 229 rainy days a year it was surprisingly sunny, and I got to catch up with […]
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Western Australia in Pictures
The End (of WA only)
Winds of Zenadth
As soon as I got over the scare of nearly tipping over into the Torres Strait with Tommo and Paul I hopped back onto the ferry to Thursday Island. Or Waiben, as it is called […]
The Tip
I have made it to mainland Australia’s Northern most point. 94 years after Francis Birtles did. A true legend, who cycled around Australia a few times before making it up the cape in 1918, quite a […]
About Rainbows, Random Encounters and the Royal Flying Doctors
Warburton is one of the Aboriginal communities in the shire of Ngaanyatjarraku. Yes… I’ve been trying to pronounce that too. This shire is rather unique in the fact it has a whole 12.6 km of […]
Making Tracks… and Bush Food
After this whirlwind week of flying around the world I came back to Yulara to find my gear & bicycle in the exact spot I left it a week earlier. Thanks to Pam at the Ayers Rock […]
About expanding luggage and a whole lot of very little
I couldn’t wait to get on the road again 🙂 It took some fluffing about to leave Tamworth… (Home of the Golden Guitar) I don’t know if you ever experienced the phenomenon of expanding luggage. It […]
