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A Roadtrip From My Bedroom
I had just stepped off the ferry on Minjerribah – or North Stradbroke Island – when I discovered my home state South Australia had slammed the borders shut to Queensland.…
How Lockdown Turned My Bustling Seaside Resort into a Ghost Town
I was sitting in the living room with my parents when the news of the first lockdown came out. The three of us, clutching onto coffee cups like lifelines, stared…
Sober, Single and Saucy
I woke up on the 1st of January this year in a double bed spooning two of my friends in their dad’s apartment in a small town just out of…
The Curious Case of the White Man’s Dick
My capsule hotel had bigger beds and cheaper rates than anything else in the area, but it didn’t have walls around its showers. So as I stood in the steam…
All You Need is Love: What It’s Like to Live in a Van With Your Fiancé
“I need to buy some bin bags to shit in or there’ll be an explosion in the night,” said my fiancé of one month, roughly three-and-a-half minutes after we’d packed…
Michael the (Snake) Charmer: a Month in a Nimbin Commune
When I arrived at his dilapidated treehouse, I complimented Michael on the taxidermy snake he had draped on his kitchen window sill. I found comfort in its lifelessness, its alien…
I Was Exploited on National Television by Channel 7
We smiled and thrashed around in the pool because they told us to. We yelled out “Schoolies!” with our drinks in the air because they told us to. When asked…
How to Scam Wal-Mart For Free Camping Gear
This is a tale of how five young boys took on the corporate giants, putting the no-questions-asked refund policy of Wal-Mart to the ultimate test. Could the purchased items survive…
A Piranha in Laos
I will never forget the screams of those floating Germans. There I was, belly up on a scorching tube, drifting down the guts of the Mekong River, when a tiny…
Crossing New South Wales on Two Wheels and Calf Muscles
“Where’ve you come from and where’re you goin’?” asks Gary as he lashes our steeds, Baxter and Reidy McSqueak, to the roof of the boat. He seems a little disappointed…
Smoking Saved My Life
“Fuck this stupid ass machine.” My feet sloppily kicked a rusty old Marlboro cigarette dispenser as I muttered under beer-drenched breath. By then, I had been consumed by joyous Latin…
Grace, If You’re Reading This, You Owe Us a Fucking Beer
“Prost!” Our steins clunk; beer spills over the side and splashes onto my cheap 50-euro dirndl — but I’m too sloppy to notice. It’s Oktoberfest in Munich and I’m about…