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It’s been much too long since I’ve posted a blog entry of this incredible expedition; however, it is with good reason , as the team has ...

I’m up early once again, the mere sound of Glenn’s tent unzipping is enough to get me out of bed, even if the night sky is still untouche...

As we fight our way west, headwinds are getting stronger and stronger, challenging our forward momentum. We arrive in the town of Longrea...

The team has taken a massive hit. After Mark has broken one of his propellers on the first leg of the journey, we’re down to no spares;...

We’ve been fighting the wind along the entire second leg of the trip. The pilots putting in long hard days and risking dangerous takeoffs...

“That’s not a knife, this is a knife,” are the words going through my mind at I look upon a large fighting knife hanging on the wal...

In the middle of the night, half awake, I feel something moist and cold pressing against my cheek. My mine explodes into action at t...

The cold dew, Road Trains and Rail Trains kept me up for most the night, but I roll out of bed as soon as I hear Glen moping around in a...

The adventure is underway, the heaps of rain that fell last night has soaked the airstrip, but that didn’t stop Mark and Glenn from lif...

That night was one of the worst I’ve ever experienced. The heat was relentless, the humidity was just gross and there was no b...

Still in a shiver, I’ve watched the sun come up, unable to sleep in the cold damp humid camper. The rest stop we laid up in was quite a...

Now based in Worongary, a small town in and around Surfers Paradise, we now have the crew together. Mark, the team leader and Craig,...