Mark Tanner - Adventurer, Writer and Amateur Beatboxer



The first ever people to paddle from the source of the Blue Nile to the Mediterranean Sea

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...


Living the dream in China

Chinese Adventures

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...


Solo winter bicycle trek across Canada

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...





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The Eagle has landed

15 September 1998


It has been about two and a half days since I left the sunny shores of Wellington, venturing into the big wide world. I have got to my port of destination without any major hiccups, except a dent in my pride and ego as I shed a few tears on the flight from Wellington to Auckland - realising that I wasn't the hard man I thought I was. The first tracks down my cheeks since I stubbed my toe at age five, were forced along by the fact that the last picture that I had in my head were Charlotte's big brown crying eyes from airport, and then a nice letter from her mother, with photos, which I read on the plane helped inflame my soft side. My tearful times must have been quite obvious as the air hostess asked me if I had had an emotional farewell. After realising that 'it takes a real man to cry', I finally pulled myself together and thought about the exciting time I had ahead of me in Vancouver.


The international flights were trouble free, the food was good, as were the movies, and I sat next to an really funny Canadian guy who had a girlfriend in Melbourne, and had been to see here twice in the last three months. The flight attendants were friendly, although one didn't quite understand my accent, and answered a question I asked her in French, presuming that was the tongue I had chosen to speak with. Apart from this the language differences haven't been to bad, with most of my words being understood well, and I think that I am mumbling less.


I arrived in Vancouver to discover a really lovely town with lots of trees. The weather has been great and warm, and I was barefoot and in shorts last night. Flatmates are cool, the flat has a dishwasher. People are very friendly, job is great.








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