The Postman

Just about to leave the tourist info centre and the kitchen manager Denise has just handed me $50. She said she knew it would be appreciated and help me. How kind was that? Then she said if I ever need any help I should just ask the universe, the fairies, the flowers. It sounds daft [...]

Right, I’ve had my hot dog and browsed for some pick-me-up porn so now I’m going to hit that road and find out, one way or anothere, if me and Dot can be on that ferry to East Timor in five days time. With the woman behind the chip fryer warning of more rain on [...]

Greetings from a place called Mt Isa. Yup, in the two days since my last update, me and Dot Cotton, together with my black afro seat cover called Beyonce Knowles, have covered over 1200 kays and rode like the blowing wind that’s been in my face all the way.
Tuesday morning I left Rockhampton at 3.30am, [...]

… in the morning. Dad’s just rang through to say my insurance is sorted after the muddle we had at the end of last week so we’re all systems go go go. A big thanks to my pit crew, Lyndis and Paul Millward, who without their support this trip would be dying on its arse. Ta [...]

Hi guys, welcome to my new site; The Postman, a giant electronic wall on which we can tattoo our great adventures as we travel the world on my trusty stead Dot Cotton.
It is work in progress so just be patient, but if you want to hurry things along please do so by dropping my [...]

Welcome to my new website which I haven’t a clue whether it works or not. This is me typing to test it so don’t expect anything too exciting. Just hello, then goodbye.