Paddling the Nile
The first ever paddle down the Blue Nile from source to sea. 5,000km through wild rapids, war zones, crocodile and hippo infested waters, disease, terrorists, guns, arrests; the works...
Newly married amongst the neon glow and dumpling vendors as we bumble our way trying to figure out the world's most populous nation at this exciting time in it's history...
The Great Canadian Bike Trek
23 years old and naive, I set off in the middle of Canada's barbaric winter perched on a woolskin seat-cover peddling solo from one side of Canada to the other...
Coming home is always nice, but after five months of battling down the Nile, I was euphoric to be back in NZ. Here are some photos from my first year home...
Having been surrounded by moustached men in Africa, I was a little less dubious about growing a tache. After 3-weeks of growth, I did whatever I had to (including shameless self- promotion) to take out the 2nd Telecom Mo27 Awards, presented by Bernie Fraser. It was a dirty slug that I couldn't clean quick enough!
There are few things better than doing the Queen Charlotte track with a good crew. The scenery is magic, and water taxis carry your pack from lodge to lodge.
Footy, Morrie and lawn bowls for Toddie's stag.
Cousin Stuey's wedding to the lovely Rochelle at the glamorous Peppers in Rotovegas.
Christmas with Sant'a littler helpers.