A couple of years back Nick, Martin, Trace and I decided we go on a little trip. By little trip I mean drive a couple of thousand kilometres across Australia. I was going through my old files yesterday and I found a couple of pages from the article Flight of the Pengus I wrote that had never been put up before. It’s a shame that I never got around to finishing the journal, because some seriously funny shit went down during that trip:

As is so often the case with trips where planning is essential, ours was horribly lacking. The sheer logistics of packing food and equipment for four people to live off for twenty days in a single night was something that I hadn’t planned on. At four o’clock in the morning as I was busy trying to work out which of Nick’s seven mosquito nets not to bring, it dawned on me that perhaps I should have started planning this a little earlier.

I also found some moderately hilarious videos that we took during the trip. Where else can you find such a heartfelt rendition of Ben Folds’ Brick, or the true passion Nick put into recreating the voices from Mr. Dahl’s George’s Marvelous Medicine during a particularly long and straight bit of road.

Posted in Travel on Tuesday March 16, 2004.

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