The Postman

Well it’s here, the passport for my bike. All I need do now is pick it up from the dog biter’s house, take my bike down to the docks tomorrow, load it in to a container and catch the flight I’ve just booked to Timor the next day. Too easy.
i’ll lay low in Timor for [...]

The last time we spoke I was in Mount Isa, a mining town smack bang in the middle of nowhere that would remind me of Mansfield if it too was full of those who play the didgeridoo. I’d stayed that night with a couple I’d met along the way and set off the following evening [...]

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.