Yesterday was a string of small disasters. First task was to transfer 850 litres of diesel from a big orange fuel bladder on the aft deck...

Today I caught the first real fish of my entire life. We were fishing from the big boat, as opposed to the tender, parked on a series of...

The purpose of this trip is to deliver John’s boat safely to Perth and have some fun on the way. I wasn’t sure how the ratio would work...

We do another overnight sail to King George River, one of the key attractions that drives the tourist economy in the top end. Jackson...

Once again life is galloping along, a sequence of flights, connections, transitory behaviour. New routines establishing themselves and...

The Kimberley has become a series of burning moments. Liquid tangerine sunsets leaching the insurmountable blue out of the sky and...

At the end of five weeks my trip looks retrospectively tidy. Saw animals, paid my respects to African ancestry, went surfing, took a lot...

Cooking risotto in an actual kitchen for the first time in a month, cold beer in hand, Angus Stone playing on the stereo. The similarity...

I drove to Durban on Monday and my trip changed dramatically. The focus has shifted from animal photography to surfing. The link between...

I just spent two nights in a riverside camp in the very north of Namibia, Ngepi Camp outside Divundu. Now we're ensconced in an...

There’s an old German fort at the eastern end of Etosha, and they’ve built a camp around it. After pitching the tent and taking a stroll...

At Halali there’s a floodlit waterhole attached to the camp, so it’s 24 hour game viewing. Ann has already watched ten elephants coming...

I’m sitting at a crude concrete table at Halali camp in Etosha National Park, one of the world’s greatest game viewing spots. The table’s...

Today we left camp and took the Aoub River road which would deliver us to Namibia at Mata Mata. The ‘animal sightings’ noticeboard at...

African animals are not what they’re cracked up to be. We saw a secretary bird and it couldn’t type for shit. We saw about seven jackals...

Our first three days in Leli’s camp are the calm before the storm in a variety of ways. Each day is hotter, reaching 38 degrees on...

I got up early, half an hour before the sunrise, and walked the Playa, the name given to the vast space littered with artworks, many of...

I ask Leli, ‘Tell me about Tankwa Artscape’. She responds, ‘I’ll take you there tomorrow.’ I know it’s an art project she’s been working...

I’m staying on a farm just outside Paarle, near Stellenbosch, in a fifth-generation Cape Dutch farmhouse belonging to a friend of a...