If yesterday’s ‘travelling moment’ was a touch contrived for the purists, here’s something a little more authentic.


This was taken on a Sunday afternoon in January at Cottesloe Beach in Perth, Western Australia. In a bar. On the sea front. You can imagine the rest.

You’re undoubtedly correct.

I am nursing a Caaaaaaaaaalld One and supposedly contemplating the meaning of life. I am, however, probably ogling the bunch of splendid barmaids, deep in the moment, oblivious to the fact that months later people all over the Internet will be laughing at how hucking fuge my nose is.

China, my old mucker and co-campaigner of the sorties to Sri Lanka and Australia sent me this, along with some other shots from my time in the lucky country and a typically entertaining piece of correspondence. Salisbury’s finest is off to Columbia tomorrow to begin his four month South American adventure and to meet his future wife.

Buena suerte y buen viaje mi amigo.