Jumping Bloukrans Bridge

Five”… “Bloody hell they got me here fast, my toes are so far over the edge they might as well just dangle me over.” “Four”… “Wow, the gorge really looks beautiful at sunset.” “Three”… “Well, I guess it’s too late to back out now.” “Two”… “Right OK, if I’m doing this, I at least need…

Phu Quoc, Part 2- Riding South

It was the perfect morning to hang your washing out, warm and breezy with no sign of rain. At 8 am we were served eggs and pancakes while our feet sat buried deep in the soft sand of Long Beach. As the waves lapped against the shore nearby, we hatched our plan for the day,…

Phu Quoc, Part 1 – Riding North

Fresh Air has become an illusive figure in my life. I never used to notice it. Air was air. But now everything I write has this recurring theme. Fresh air. I crave it. And so in another quest to escape the polluted cauldron of Ho Chi Minh City, we packed our bags and headed to…

Giang Dien Waterfalls

There is rarely a greater treasure than spending a night under the stars. Something about the stillness is liberating, calming and serene. In a clearing under a canopy of tall trees we ignited a tray of coals and watched the warm flames dance. As the night sank into a deep darkness we cooked a feast worthy…

10 Lost Pleasures Of Vietnam.

They say the best things in life are free! Piercing the seal of a coffee jar, finding money in a pair of old jeans or watching a friend take a tumble. Immense pleasures in the simplest form. Life’s full of these moments, but often we take them for granted. In October I moved to Vietnam…

Our First Month In Vietnam

For the past few years the thought of settling down anywhere had been as unwelcome as a fart in a spacesuit, (thank you Billy Connolly). It was against every normal instinct, a notion as a backpacker, I’d striven to avoid. I was nomadic, always on the move and looking for something new. As my Nan…

Island Reflections

  “…It’s not were you go. It’s how you feel for a moment in your life when your part of something, and if you find that moment it lasts forever.” Like most small communities, especially those in secluded places, there exists a culture of secrecy. An innate desire to protect and maintain a way of…

Why We Travel

A few weeks ago I received a twitter message from a girl I went to school with. I don’t think I’ve spoken to this girl since school so it was a pleasant surprise to hear from her out of the blue. I was even more surprised when she asked simply, “how come you’re travelling?” I wasn’t sure if she…