awildland

It all began here at our long-serving, hard working little blog page - a free, open access site detailing our many Australian adventures. Bu...

We arrived during a wicked thunderstorm; driving headlong into clouds the colour of the bitumen road. Then, torrential rain and the wipe...

This is an old, but strong, memory: Caz and I standing on the edge of an extinct volcano at dawn. Mist, settled in the valley below. In...

It takes time, to find the emotional distance one need's, to re-tell a traumatic story. Finally, I am ready to write about the firs...

The track notes say to expect the following: narrow ledges, much scrambling over rocky peaks, probable violent weather changes includin...

The forest smells of sun-warmed rain. The trees by the track drip with water. It wets my boots and I feel damp leaves against my bare ar...

Most nights we just pushed our bikes off the road, into the scrub and pitched the tent. At one point we couldn't wash our cycling...

Do meat pies and cycle touring go together like ducks and water? Is there a symbiotic relationship between bakers and bike riders; a lon...

Have you heard the one about the meat inspector and the non-breeding golden-headed cisticola. Sounds catchy but there is no punchline. ...