It’s Live.

Shit. Its been a bit inconsistant.

I must have a dozen posts worth of raw files to edit. I’ve been busy.

You know, my computer is on its last legs. Its nearly done.

I’ll give it a vikings funeral with a pyre of driftwood at a roadhouse in the next few weeks.

When I start making my way back.

I’ve been busy, you see.

But the dry is almost over. The grey nomads are gone and the clouds have began rolling in.

Like black Cadalacs pulling into a graveyard.

Here comes the Wet.

Work is nearly over.

The road will be rolling under my feet before long.

Six months living on a beach in the Kimberly. I’ve never laughed so much in my life.

People are fucking crazy. Every. One.

But, you know that.

I’ll be dumping pics soon.

When my days arent so full of people to laugh with.

Till then…


Shark Puncher




‘Boat’ stands for Bust Out Another Thousand, Daz tells me.

Daz has been busting out a thousands getting his engine working. Well maybe not. He was one of the first Mechanics to set up shop in Broome years ago. He’s been putting some time into it though.

It’s nice to be fishing on his boat. Even if the engine is fucked.

I don’t fish. Not really. This day I caught a 2 meter shark and thought maybe I should fish a little more. Its pretty fun.

The shark was released and swam away to plot its revenge.

We spluttered back to the resort.