Firstly and most importantly I'M A DAD. But here is a little background as well... In 1993 I wandered off from Australia to briefly go and see the world. As it turns out that took 20 years. AND I didnt get to see it all. I did manage to fall in a crevase, twice, get shot at, break my back in Scotland, my knuckles in Ireland and my nose in a bank. I stowed away on a ship, hitch hiked, flew, paddled in a place no one had paddled before, got cold in Alaska, chased by a bear, chased by some people with knives, had a rather public falling out with a sacred cow, got caught in an avalanche, was smuggled into Eastern Europe, climbed some things, fell off some of those things, recued a few people here and there, was rescued myself from time to time, met some great people, married one of them... in Vegas... by Elvis, became a Dad, twice, met Angelina Jole, although admittedly at first I thought she was someone else, broke lots of bones, got some stitches, some I did myself, felt very alone in the Himalaya, said goodbye in the arctic, paddled with wales, did a bunch of other stuff and moved to the Mornington Peninsula where I now live with my family, a psychic cat and a beagle who smells like an old sock full of Doritos... even when she has had a bath.

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