“Gemma!” I shouted, looking around for her “Gemma, look I can do it! I’m going really fast!” I couldn’t see her but I knew that if she was watching she’d be proud of me. Even though a few minutes earlier she’d been telling me that being good at sand boarding isn’t about going fast, it’s about having control of the board. I knew she was wrong, and I think deep down so did she. And now I was proving it by going really fast… I probably looked a bit like James Bond. Read the rest of this entry
When we started the Inca Trail we were so keen to film the whole thing. We were chatty, excited and full of beans, even though Gemma was suffering with the after affects of altitude sickness. Then we all got sick, the trek got harder and our skin became dirtier. I feel the video reflects this nicely… Read the rest of this entry
If there’s one thing Gemma would change about me it would probably be my idols. Nothing else. I’m sure there can be nothing else, otherwise why would she agree to marry me?
She thinks I’ve modelled myself on a cross between George Michael and Woody from Toy Story (also from Toy Story 2 and Toy Story 3. Sadly, as an actor Woody is a victim of typecasting). She’s right of course – I love Woody, I love his outlook on life, his desire to always be playing with his best friends and his taste in fashion. God I love his taste in fashion. But it’s not just Woody, generally I just like all cowboys.
And as for George Michael, I don’t think I need to explain that one, but if you do feel you need an explanation I refer you to his 1987 solo album ‘Faith’. Read the rest of this entry
Every little girl dreams of being a cowboy. Well maybe not every, but I certainly did, until I found out they were the baddies. Then I wanted to be an Indian.
My dreams were fuelled by films like Back to the Future 3 and old westerns. And that was fuelled by my love for Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. For those who haven’t seen it, it’s a witty drama starring Robert Redman and Paul Newman about two bank robbers and it’s based on a true story. It’s funny, romantic, bromantic and exciting.
So who was I to resist the charms of Tupiza, the nearest town to the village where they may or may not have met their end. Read the rest of this entry
In Peru we made friends with a lovely couple who had just travelled through Bolivia. In that worldly way travellers tend to do we drank an awful lot and discussed the world, set it to rights, swapped tips and had a pretty drunken high opinion of ourselves. What’s wrong with that? Exactly, nothing.
It’s because of that night that we’re now in Sucre, a white washed town in the middle of Bolivia. It’s pretty, full of typical Bolivian markets and there are Joyerias (Jewellers) everywhere. Sucre is also the home to the geekiest stop on our tour – Jurassic Park. Read the rest of this entry
As those of you who read our last blog will know, Gemma and I recently got engaged. I proposed to her next to a lake in the Amazon jungle at sunset in Spanish, and I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty proud of that story…
But before we went travelling I asked my recently married mate Luke if he had any suggestions for how I should propose. He replied “just don’t do what I did”. Luke proposed to his now wife in Tasmania, naked, straight after he got out of the shower. He’d taken her for several romantic meals in Tasmania before that but kept wussing out. None of us knew quite why he’d proposed in this way, it seemed stupid. But he’s a lucky man and despite his failings, she still said yes. Read the rest of this entry
For those of you who’ve been to Copacabana, the title of this post will be unbelievable. It’s a tiny town set beside Lake Titicaca that’s filled with restaurants and busses. It’s quaint.
But somehow we managed to get lost… or rather we managed to lose a restaurant. Read the rest of this entry
Not many people realise but Gemma is an incredibly rageous person. Here she is repeatedly breaking the law… Read the rest of this entry
Sometimes travelling is about exploring new places, sometimes it’s about trying new things, sometimes it’s about sitting on a bus for days in a row. And others it’s about saying goodbye – for me, the worse part of travelling.
Nobody really talks about goodbyes. You’ll hear all about meeting interesting people and all the wonderful stories you’ve shared with other travellers. But rarely will you hear about all the goodbyes. Yes, it’s wonderful meeting people from all over the world, but inevitably the time comes where you need to pack your bags and move in separate directions, almost always never to see each other again. Read the rest of this entry
The world is full of bearded, wise men. God they’ve seen some stuff. I mean really. Stuff. You wouldn’t understand.
Sometimes I have a beard. It’s at these times I’m at my wisest. Normally after a trek, after three days of travelling or after those times when I’ve been really lazy… sorry, I mean contemplating the world.
The point I’m making is this – with knowledge comes hair.
Unfortunately, Gemma tells me with hair comes responsibility; the responsibility to lather up your face, the responsibility to shave, and the responsibility to moisturise to name but a few. I’ve come up with so many excuses not to shave – all my razors are blunt, the hostel doesn’t have hot water, my face is cold – and nothing seems to deter her from wanting me to shave my intelligence off. Read the rest of this entry