Take a Hike! My Favourite Walks In The ACT

Charles Scrivener and his men set out in the early 20th century to mark the border of what’s known today as the Australian Capital Territory. The task was a daunting one. The men’s journeys, sometimes months long, involved arduous battles through dense bush, encounters with unknown and frightening animals and absolute loneliness in the face…

A Tale of Two Worlds: Hiking & Biking In The Blue Mountains

The heavy contrast of the Blue Mountains’ haze against the rich ochre of the ancient sandstone escarpments isn’t the only disparity in the Blue Mountains National Park. Two worlds coexist almost seamlessly in this renowned tourist haven; While the abrasive daily onslaught of trippers from Sydney clatter off double decker buses, eagerly clasping cameras and…

It’s A Mystery: Camping On The NSW South Coast

I wake up slightly disoriented and quickly tug at the zip. A tepid breeze sifts through the tall trees overhead, casting flecks of sunlight on the leaf-littered forest floor. A mild morning glow touches the branches of eucalyptus and bird calls echo towards the ocean. Only the occasional bark of an excited dog pierces the tranquillity…

A Visit To Coonamble, New South Wales

“Oh, the kids here do one of those every year” someone shrugged by way of explanation. I continued to gawp, utterly horrified, at the giant papier-mâché edifice hanging only a few meters above my disbelieving head. Upside down, tethered by his feet and catching the midday sun at odd angles, Jesus was wearing an off-yellow…

Working In An Australian Sheep Abattoir

Ditching the 9-5 office job for an unconventional lesson in offal sorting. How did I end up here? I laughed to myself as I donned my plastic gloves and began the second kidney-peeling shift of my ten hour day, alongside my Taiwanese colleagues working the main organ conveyor belt. ‘Here’ was a sheep abattoir in…

A Day On Australia’s Bondi Beach

I’m not hipster enough to live in Bondi. I’m not just saying that because I’m not a Sydney-Sider, nor a backpacker by definition, but because what I wear, how I act, the music I listen to and hell, probably even the hobbies I have, don’t fit the mould of your typical Bondi resident.   As…