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A child is born.
No one decides where they are born. Our birthplace is decided by fate. What divides us? A border.
It is an idea decided by the lucky. Today you sit in the seat of the fortunate. Just remember what put you there. Fate.
Probably my best jammed packed episode of our Vietnam mototravel blog. Check it out. Adventure Machine is my outlet of starting something new in life, riding motorbikes and immersing myself in motorbike culture now that I am home in Australia. On an Nevermind Adventure tour in Nth Vietnam
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WE CRASHED SIX TIMES! BROKEN BONES | RIDE VIETNAM EP04
The roads in Vietnam are pretty epic to ride on. Ma Pi Leng Pass is one of those roads. It considered in the top ten of most dangerous road for unpredictable traffic and wet riding conditions but when it aren’t rain and it is quiet times, it is perfect riding.
The Ma Pi Leng Pass is a high mountain pass at an elevation of 1.500m (4,921ft) above the sea level, situated between Dong Van and Meo Vac, two towns in the far North of Vietnam, close to the border with China.
There are sheer drops virtually along the entire route and enough hairpins to make a whirling dervish dizzy. The road along the mountainside has romantic, stunning scenery that is ideal destination for riding motorbike. A quick glance at the map at its sheer drops and serpentine twists and turns, confirms that this is no hype.
Our second series of Adventure Machine riding in Vietnam starts this evening at 6pm at www.youtube.com/adventuremachine. It has been a real joy to make this series and riding in Vietnam was alot of fun riding with my friends Jimmy Goode and Benny Mac. Check it out when you can. I am going to be blogging alot about it. We rode from Hanoi and did the the northern borders up to Sapa and around Laos and back finishing in Ha Long Bay. It was a good 18 day trip of exploring Vietnam on motorbikes.
Back in Australia, we chat all things India and why it's such an epic place to explore by motorcycle. What's next? We've already been to Vietnam and have a b...
So this the last episode of the 1st series I made for my vlog Adventure Machine on motorcycle travel with Jimmy Goode. Check it out, It what I will be doing for the next chapter of my life than being a war photographer. I will miss those days but I still get to travel on two wheels and getting up to fun stuff. The next series begins soon on Thursday 22nd August on trips around Vietnam. Gonna be good because next trip we also have BeneMac with us.
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turning 40
I turn forty.
It is that time where you think about things.
Shit you done, things you regretted.
The laughter, the sadness.
The Killers “All these thing I’ve done” play quite cheesy in my headphone, As I am cruising through forests and blue sky,
Bitumen and dirt blur underneath the wheels of my motorbike.
I didn’t think I’d make it this far or long.
I managed to survive the bullets, the knives, the rockets.
Now it seems like getting T boned by a suburban house wife, who seems too busy looking at her mobile phone than the road seems like the way I am going to end.
If anything about dying
Lawrence of Arabia had it right.
Hit the throttle,
Go hard through the twisties.
May as well go with my precious steed.
Facebook seems my greatest enemy, Seeing all the others who are still out there. Wars keep on going,
FOMO.
Saying all this,
I found my community.
The riff raff and misfits.
Motorbikes and adventure.
An open fire followed by beer and bbq.
Life aren’t so bad. I got no money. I’m free though.
I found my in bright orange though
Working in the State Emergency Service.
I like the volunteer job.
There is a certain something to it,
Responding to danger, which reminds me of the past.
I might have to do some “Adulting”
Get out of this man child state I grown to love. I do have a little one who is no longer 3 foot. She is getting big and her baby mumma Reminds me when she becomes untameable, She probably getting shipped to me.
Till then I am just looking for my own private Idaho.
Somewhere the skies seem clear. But then I’d just be bored, Looking for the clouds.
When I am at war with myself. I just ride.
Happy Sad Man premiered finally at Melbourne International Film Festival 2018. It is an important film told about some Genevieve Bailey’s male friends and how they deal with the mental and emotional things around them. I talk about my work as a war photographer and being compelled to keep pushing my own self into exposing human hardship at the cost of my security and family.
There isn’t a day I don’t think about my time documenting #Syria and more importantly #Aleppo. It is a hard decision to leave the freelancer life but ultimately I needed to stand back and work on being more proactive in my writing and voicing change from a difference stance. I am very glad tomorrow to present some of my work in the humanitarian field in Syria and Afghanistan and talk about the challenges of effective aid. Later in the month I will get to be on a panel for a film festival that will show the Last Men of Aleppo and am glad to be able to talk about life in Syria and the White Helmets and there important work. #photojournalismblues #whitehelmets photo taken by @ibrahim.jawdat
turning 39
Happy birthday to me,
I turn thirty nine.
It aren’t so bad, you get over a hundred well wishes on facebook
and strangely three dozen on linkedin.
Who uses linkedin anyway?
Things are different now.
I quit journalism, freelancer life finally killed me.
All those editors and production company don’t need you anymore.
They were scum anyway, with late pay and denying you your rights.
I end up being diagnosed with Moral Injury,
because I care but the world stopping me from doing my job.
I go back to the one thing I know,
making movies and music videos.
Life aren’t so bad, the food is good in Melbourne.
There is a little bit of law and order in town.
I turn 39 and get myself a typewriter.
A beautiful green IBM Selectra 3.
I pounds words onto paper.
Six Hundred and sixty four pages later.
I feel like I might have something.
Make use of this Moral Injury thing into something creative,
If I can’t return out there, at least my brain is filled with stories.
So here I am writing.
Finding a little piece of heaven in a world that still rife with chaos.
Maybe when I am fourty I might actually be a writer.
Talking about writers, Anthony Bourdain.
WTF.
I am sure there people out there blaming the Clintons.
I just feel sad.
Someone who probably had similar traits and adventures,
who loved the world for its hidden gems and spoke out
about things that seemed wrong in this unfortunate world.
He had surrendered himself,
for only the dead do not suffer anymore.
RIP.
I can only vow to write more this year.
Now all I want to do in this quietness is to find a bike and ride.
Just Ride.
With Rockabul, a documentary about District Unknown, the first heavy metal band in Afghanistan feature its debut release at Rotterdam Film Festival, I was very glad to be a part of the Rock n Roll scene in Afghanistan. Drop Beats, not bombs.
Spending the weekend with some of my favourite little people making the greatest #nerf movie of all time (at Chewton Bushland Reserve)
Maiwand Bakery in #Dandenong, #Victoria in #Australia feature some traditional #Afghan Naan made in clay ovens. At least two of the major streets feature dozens of Afghan restaurants, grocery shops and fruit juicers. Going for $1 a piece, many people come by to buy the bread fresh out of the oven. The bakers told me they came from Uruzghan province where the Australian military was based during the post reconstruction phase after the fall of the Taliban. It was a delight to put my Dari skills in use to order some bread. #migrantswelcome #leicamp240m
The Volunteers Pt 3
the volunteers pt 2
Suzi’s Corner, An establishment of the dreamers, the lovers, the families on a night out, the wheeler and dealers, the street gangsters sipping their luke warm heinekens while on their phones. The food is fast, the meals are cheap, the service leaves you with smile. The worst is the dinner baby you’ll be carrying at the end of the night. The legacy been going for years. #KL #foodies (at suzi's corner)
The volunteers pt1