Cooking a Kangaroo

Half way up the track we meet Tank, on his ATV.
“Looks like good eating” he comments, peering at the roo between the folds of the tarp. “I’ll give you a ride to the top if there’s a burger in it for me…”

4:20 Friday

…The night is a resounding success. We fill the car with food and only get yelled at by a security guard once. We get back to the house, tired, smelly, and smeared with yoghurt, but victorious. Bread, fruit, vegetables, watermelon, strawberries, meat, sausages, a pork roast, a leg of lamb, eggs, cakes, muffins, milk, chocolates……

Portrait of a Boy Scout – Chiang Mai, Thailand

“…you will get a hundred Baht per hour.” “Really? Nice. I’ll do anything for three hundred Baht. Do they want me to get nude?” “No! No, no, no. It is a portrait class. They will only be painting your face.” “Oh. OK… I don’t mind getting nude…” “Everywhere I go in Thailand people stare at…

Oh Shit! – Houay Xai, Laos

…Some time in the next few minutes I am going to shit.  If I don’t find a suitably private place to do it, it is going to happen in my pants, and I know from experience that when you feel this sort of urgency in the tropics, the results are usually liquid, and that means…

One Tough Mutt – Portimão, Portugal

“…I have four dogs altogether”, Catherine tells me.  “My oldest is a rescue dog.  I found him in the garbage bin outside my apartment…” Catherine picks us up from a servo, just west of the Spanish border, and offers to drive us to Portimao. “There’s just one catch though guys”, she apologises, “one of you…

Into the Desert – M’Hamid, Morocco

…Mohamed climbs out and walks around the car.  He squints at the sand around the door sills and kicks at the tires.    Bill and I look at each other, and feel grateful we brought plenty of water.   “Now we push”, says Mohammed… It’s 06:45.  The sun’s coming up.  I untangle myself from my sleeping…