The Journal
Stories from the red dirt.
Short stories from our trips, written down so you can go and find your own. Fire, dust, water, and the people we go with.
Out there, away from the noise, a man gets reconnected to himself. That's what these are about.
The long way round: honesty boxes, red cliffs and stars
No servo, no staff, just an honesty box. Then the red cliffs at Cape Peron and a sky full of stars. Why the long way is worth it.
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Where the road floods: crossings, red mud and your mates
A flooded causeway, red mud, and the convoy lined up at dusk. Some roads you drive. Some you wade. Here's what to think about before you...
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Jioni: the firewood run and the hour camp goes quiet
A dead tree, a rope, a cloud of red dust. Then the hour Swahili calls jioni, and how to make sure you're sitting still for it.
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