The Overpass, Tokyo 2024

I’m not exactly sure what it is about this photograph, but it is one of my favourite’s I have ever taken.
I’ve printed it big, 50x33cm, and every time I look at it, I see something new and interesting to me. I love photographs, or any artwork for that matter, like that.

My wife and I were walking in the area of Tokyo around Yoyogi Park when we were caught in an intense downpour that slowed the city down and completely drenched us.

I’m not sure what was happening near to this overpass, but it had police officers staged as sentinels at all staircases up, and one in the middle watching the traffic. This was the same for each overpass along this road.
These officers stood still in the heavy rain, unmoved and like statues - their hats protected by a small pieces of plastic that resembled a showercap.
Looking further in to the photograph I noticed that the vehicle driving is covered in fallen cherry blossom, the individual rain droplets falling and the mirroring of the officers, standing still in the same way facing different directions.

Cosmic Psychos 40th Anniversary with Dune Rats

Over the weekend of the 1st until the 3rd of December 2023, Australian rock band Cosmic Psychos held concerts in celebration of their 40th anniversary of being a band. I was fortunate enough to attend with Dune Rats over the weekend.
When Danny of Dune Rats asked the singing bass players, Ross, of Cosmic Psychos how they stayed a band for so long, Ross simply replied in typical Cosmic Psychos fashion with “well… you don’t want to ever progress musically… and you don’t want to ever go chasing anything… you’ll end up tired.”
This is a visual diary of what I saw over the weekend.

Dune Rats at the pub in Northcote, Melbourne.

Cosmic Psychos stage tech, “Digger”. (Thanks for the lend of the 90mm Maclay)

Danny with Gus and Amy of Amyl and The Sniffers.

Declan (Amyl and The Sniffers), Danny, Ross (Cosmic Psychos) and Brett.

Digger, Brett, Gus and Nadine (The Prize).

Ross, Matt (Cosmic Psychos manager) and Macka (Cosmic Psychos).

Cosmic Psychos performing live at Theatre Royal, Castlemaine. 2nd December 2023.

Macka on the crowd barrier. 2nd December 2023.

Cosmic Psychos mooning the audience after their performance at Theatre Royal, Castlemaine. 2nd December 2023.

Declan, Amy, Danny and BC.

The Unknowns. Performing live at Theatre Royal, Castlemaine. 3rd December 2023.

Dune Rats with Macka and Ross. Theatre Royal, Castlemaine. 3rd December 2023.

Danny smoking two joints at once for his birthday. 3rd December 2023.

BC wearing a bin lid as a helmet.

Dean (Cosmic Psychos) BC, Danny and Ross.

Danny eating Ross’ pizza.

The end of the weekend at the Railway Hotel, Castlemaine. 3rd December 2023.

Visual Diary - UK Summer 2023

Blackbutt Lookout from The Pinnacle - Border Ranges National Park

South Lismore, October 2022

It has been almost 8 months since Lismore experienced it’s worst flooding in recorded history.

Something striking driving around town at nighttime is the vast number of residences still unable to be occupied by their owners or tenants. Some entire streets have only 1 or 2 houses occupied, indicating the scale of people still displaced by this natural disaster.

This photograph was made in South Lismore last night. One house with inhabitants, another, still an empty shell, waiting to be rebuilt.

This scene can be viewed on almost every street in North, South and parts of East Lismore.

DZ Deathrays - Brisbane, September 2022.

I had a lot of fun making this.
DZ Deathrays were in Brisbane at the start of September to support Violent Soho on their last performances at the Fortitude Music Hall.

They hadn’t played a lot together in recent weeks so we had two days of rehearsal before the performance.
While they were there I set up to take these portraits with the intention of making this collage.
I set up a small beauty dish just above my Leica MP loaded with Ilford HP5+ and a 50mm Summicron in front of it.
When I got home I developed the film and printed small darkroom prints of each of the portraits on a single piece of Ilford FB Classic Glossy paper, masking off the other ones as I went.
I then cut out the portraits and jumbled them up, before using a glue-stick to stick them to a piece of A4 copy paper.
Then I scanned the images with my Epson flatbed scanner.

Lismore, Feb and March 2022.

It’s taken me three months to post this blog. 

On the 28th of February 2022, where I grew up and live, experienced the worst flooding in recorded history with a peak river height of 14.6 meters.

A few days before, the area experienced relatively minor flooding, leaving the river systems fully charged with water, before intense and prolonged rainfall (the village of Dunoon received 775mm of rain in a 24hr period) caused the catastrophic flooding that occurred downstream and immense landslides and damage upstream. 

I was in Bexhill on the 28th of February and made it in to Lismore to see and help my family and friends the following day.

Most local people have been incredibly disheartened and let down by a lack of help and assistance from almost all government agencies. Community strength and help was overwhelmingly positive and affirming of why I love the place I am from. 

At the time of posting this, there are still some 1300 families living in temporary accomodation, countless businesses unable to open and an insurance bill set to top $4 billion. 

In the middle of all of this I had to work just north of Brisbane. Northern NSW had no fuel, so my car was filled with jerry cans of petrol and diesel to be delivered back when I returned.
I had to pick up and drop off two passengers on my trip. One in Murwillumbah and one in Mullumbimby. I hadn’t left Bexhill or Lismore at this stage, and what struck me was the staggering scale of the destruction. No matter where I drove, from Murwillumbah to Woodburn, all low lying areas in that 100km stretch looked exactly the same as Lismore. All I remember thinking was “how will everyone recover?”, knowing the reality was a lot of people never would. 

During the flooding, near the peak, I photographed around Bexhill. Once water receded considerably and I was able to safely get to Lismore, I spent the days cleaning and helping where I could, and in the afternoons I walked around and took photographs of what I saw. Part of me didn’t want to photograph, I didn’t like the idea of “disaster porn” and I think that’s why I didn’t develop this film for a while. These are some of the photographs I took during the week after the flood, and looking back at them now, I feel like they’re worthy of sharing and helping to show that for so many people, families and businesses, recovering from all of this is very far from over. 

Looking towards Corndale. Bexhill, 28th Feb, 2022.

Newly built homes, submerged in Janice Ct. Bexhill, 28th Feb, 2022.

Withers St. Bexhill, 28th Feb, 2022.

Coleman St. Bexhill, 28th Feb, 2022.

Coleman St. Bexhill, 28th Feb, 2022.

Coleman St. Bexhill, 28th Feb, 2022.

Second Ave, East Lismore. 1st March, 2022

Spring St, East Lismore. 1st March, 2022.

Looking west down Ballina Road, East Lismore. 1st March, 2022.

Second Ave, East Lismore. 1st March, 2022.

Second Ave, East Lismore. 1st March, 2022.

Casino Street, South Lismore. 2nd March, 2022.

Casino Street, South Lismore. 2nd March, 2022.

Resilience. Casino Street, South Lismore. 2nd March, 2022.

Casino Street, South Lismore. 2nd March, 2022.

Casino Street, South Lismore. 2nd March, 2022. This house was completely submerged.

Carrington Street, Lismore. 3rd March, 2022. The second floor was inundated with water.

Carrington Street, Lismore. 3rd March, 2022. Street signs and plants were pushed over by strong current.

Carrington Street, Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

Keen Street, Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

Corner of Magellan and Keen Street, Lismore. 3rd March, 2022. The water destroyed this wall and lifted away the footpath in front of this watchmakers shop.

Keen Street, Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

Magellan Street, Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

Newbridge Street, South Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

Motor vehicles moved by rising water from nearby Leycester Creek. South Lismore Bowling Club, South Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

South Lismore Bowling Club, South Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

South Lismore Bowling Club, South Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

South Lismore Bowling Club, South Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

Union Street Bridge, Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

Union Street Bridge, Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

Bridge Street, Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

Terrace Bar, Lismore. 3rd March, 2022.

“Lucky Country Leisure Park”, Lismore. 4th of March, 2022. This caravan was floated over powerlines and landed on top of a shipping container.

A table holding on to a power pole. Brunswick Street, Lismore. 5th of March, 2022.

Brewster Street, Lismore. 5th of March, 2022.

Shipping containers moved by flood water. Union Street, South Lismore. 5th of March, 2022.

A canoe on the awning of the Northern Rivers Hotel. Terania Street, North Lismore. 5th of March, 2022.

A house in distress. Bridge Street, North Lismore. 5th of March, 2022.

Debris caught in the tops of trees. Hollingsworth Creek Bridge, South Lismore. 6th of March, 2022.

An outdoors set and debris caught in a tree. Parkes Street, Girards Hill. 6th of March, 2022.

Santa’s sleigh. A Christmas display which was in storage, caught in a tree. Parkes Street, Girards Hill. 6th of March, 2022.

Parkes Street, Girards Hill. 6th of March, 2022.

Larkin Lane, Lismore. 7th of March, 2022.

Larkin Lane, Lismore. 7th of March, 2022.

Lismore City Library, Lismore. 7th of March, 2022.

Ruby Fields, DZ Deathrays and Skegss. The Fortitude Music Hall, 12th Feb, 2022.

Here’s another visual diary. This entry is from my time at The Fortitude Music Hall on the 12th of February 2022. The line up for this show was completely different to what it was originally supposed to be. The original opener and support couldn’t make this rescheduled show, so Ruby Fields and DZ Deathrays hopped on instead. The images below are in a loose chronological order documenting what I saw as it happened that night.

Skegss, Stranger Day's

We landed in Hobart, the first flight from mainland Australia to land in Tasmania after the borders reopened.
We had a show down there, but we flew down two days before to film a video for a new single.
The video features Jonny, in the middle, running a marathon to get to the gig. It’s a great video and I think it was fitting that it all started out the front of a brewery.

Ruby Fields, Party In The Apocalypse. A visual diary.

From 6:35pm until 7:20pm, Ruby Fields played at Party In The Apocalypse in Launceston on the 28th of December, 2021. This is my visual diary of those 45 minutes.

My first photo book.

I made up my first photobook.

What is it?

‘Bunny’ is a 132 page hardcover 8x10'' photobook with stories and journal entries throughout. 

The book chronicles my life working and touring with Australian bands from the year 2018 until now - featuring photographs of Dune Rats, Skegss, DZ Deathrays, Ruby Fields, Parcels, Tasman Keith, Hockey Dad, Pist Idiots, Ecca Vandal and Pup across 86 black and white and 18 colour images.

An insightful introduction was written by Shane Parsons of DZ Deathrays and a short story was supplied by Toby Cregan of Skegss. 

Before I started this project, I had never opened Adobe InDesign in my life. I had never designed a photobook and I had never published anything I had written or photographed. The learning curve has been steep but highly enjoyable.

As I’m sure you’re well aware, live music and touring has been put to sleep for almost two years in Australia. This period off has given me time to reflect, time to collate, time to archive and time to work on projects of my own. 

In 2018, the day before my 26th birthday, I was sitting in Sunny’s Pizza in Adelaide, taking photos of DZ Deathrays eating pizza and drinking beer when I had the thought to make a book. Just before this, I had been sending a guest list to the music venue, along with media and photo passes for the show. I realised photographers who came to the show would get their photos, typically the first 3 songs, shot from the photo pit in front of the stage.

To me, this doesn’t convey the whole story of what the life of a touring musician is. The part where they’re actually on the stage is one of the smallest parts of the day. It doesn’t take in to account the lining up at an airport, the sitting in a tour van, the endless sitting and waiting that happens in the lead up to the show. That is left out of the narrative.

I recognised my unique position - I’m not a photographer. I am a tour manager, I am a guitar tech and I like taking photographs - this gives me a perspective that is different to the normal music photographer experience. 

In this book, you won’t see any photographs from the pit. You’ll see some photographs from the stage, but for the most part, you will see the unseen moments. 

What’s in a name? Why ‘Bunny’?

I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times. “Why do they call you Bunny?” I don’t really know what people expect or what people think when they hear that name. Sometimes I make up a fake reason, sometimes I say I don’t know, but I thought I would set the record straight.

In 2011 I was working for Australian blues musician, Ash Grunwald, and we were about to go to Blues Festival - held over the Easter long weekend just outside of Byron Bay. 

Ash’s daughter, who was a toddler at the time, was excited about Easter, chocolate and of course, the Easter Bunny. I dressed up in a bunny costume to deliver her chocolate eggs and she started calling me (not realising who it was in the costume) Mr. Bunny. Ash immediately started calling me Mr. Bunny, which eventually became Bunny, Bunnyman, Bun, Bun-wa and a whole host of other ridiculous Bunny related names. 

Bunny has been my name, working as a guitar tech, stage manager and tour manager over the 10 years since and this is my story of that life as I see it happen. 

If you would like to support this project, a pre-order has been set up - with early access to those who have subscribed to my newsletter. 

Thank you so much, again, for supporting my project.

You can buy it here.

Dune Rats and I.

I worked my first concert with Dune Rats on the 26th of July, 2013 at Splendour In The Grass. It was the first year that the festival was being held at it’s new site in Yelgun. The amphitheatre stage wasn’t in existence yet - we still had the Super Top stage from the old Belongil Fields days.

I’d never met them before, and I’d never really heard their music, outside of Red Light Green Light and Pogo on the rare occasion I listened to JJJ.

I had been given Danny’s phone number from their manager Matty Woo, and was told to look after them and make sure everything went smoothly.

It was the first day of the festival and the band was arriving in a Wicked campervan with a shit load of pot. They were late and both Matty and I were worried that we couldn’t get on to them. Eventually Matty got through and it turned out they were also a bit worried, however more so because of the sniffer dogs going through the cars up ahead of them.

Matty and I got their gear to the stage and I got a stage plot from the stage manager before I started setting up everything, still never having met the band.

Brett’s cream coloured P-Bass was covered in stickers, Danny’s white Jaguar had every knob and button gaffer taped down and BC’s snare was covered in blood, beer and didn’t look like it had seen a new head in it’s life. His crash cymbal had a small crack and his ride had about 1/4 of it ground out, presumably also because it was cracked at some point.

I set everything up on risers and got ready to push on to the stage, however I still had no idea where the band was. After quite a few “where the fuck is your band”s from the stage manager, they arrived in a fluster and to my surprise Brett was with them. We went to uni together and I didn’t realise he was playing with Dune Rats.

They were all completely blown away that everything had been set up for them and was ready to go. They’d been busy doing the all important task of inflating beach balls. Even from day one they’ve insisted on having inflatable shit all over the stage.

I recall Danny saying “we don’t have enough songs to play for 40 minutes so we’ve got this shit cover of Blister In The Sun”.

At 1:20PM they started the show off with Pogo, then they fit Blister In The Sun in somewhere around the middle and slammed home with Red Light Green Light. Throughout the set, beach balls flew, people crowd surfed in inflatable boats, on inflatable animals and the crowd crammed in tight, filling the whole tent. When they finished at 2PM, BC ran off stage and vomited over the deck before coming up grinning from ear to ear. 

Matty and the band gave me a t-shirt and a “Smile” EP as payment and that was that.

Needless to say I was captivated by the chaos, swept up by the infectious fun, loveable kindness and caring friendship, and have since stayed on for another 197 shows in 17 countries across 4 continents, and I sure as hell wouldn’t change a single thing.

Burnt Out Car

Tuesday September 21, 2021.

While I was driving to work I did a double take as I passed the northern end of Cross Road in Numulgi. This burnt out car was sitting on the gravel. Not an uncommon sight, however what was spilling out of the bonnet was less common. A beautiful arrangement of red bottle brush and hippeastrum flowers, flowing from the charred engine bay to the ground. I used Ilford HP5 film pushed one stop with a red 25A contrast filter to get the extra contrasty look.

35 - Number 5

Simon and Lachlan, asleep on the highway.

DZ Deathrays Positive Rising: Part 1 European Tour - Sept/Oct 2019

Day 12

Today we got up early and started our 8 hour drive to Le Harve for Foul Weather festival. The journey took us through some truly beautiful Swiss and French countryside before getting back on the boring old highway to Paris. 

We drove on to Le Harve and arrived just before Together Pangea were playing. 

The venue was really interesting. It was in some sort of old walled area with lots of community things going on in it. The people running the festival were lovely and showed us to our accomodation which was a shipping container that was painted black and had been unopened so it was very hot and damp inside. The ceiling was particularly mouldy so I opted for a bottom bunk.

We had some really good baguettes, from a bag, a bag of baguettes. 

Boundy and I unloaded the van and started setting up side stage for the show. Jacuzzi Boys were playing and were quite good. We did the change over in a miracle amount of time, with the patch only being mildly wrong. 

DZ started playing and after about 20 seconds all the power in the whole building cut out but the lighting lady and I flicked the breakers back on and the show went off really well. It was a fun concert and we loaded out quickly before going back to the shipping container for sleep.

35 - Number 4

Danny, Stephan, Brett and BC on the back steps of Belgrave Music Hall.

I took this photograph on July 7, 2018 at Belgrave Music Hall in Leeds, England on the Wavves 2018 Europe Tour.

We were touring in Europe and the UK for the first time NOT in a giant splitter van and this time rather in a small station wagon, able to fit in to regular car parks, able to drive fast on freeways and able to sit more comfortably - ish. The middle seat in the back folded down and we fit Brett’s basses through the hole with Danny’s guitars on top. Everything else packed in around the back.
Danny has an incredible gift for needing to go to the toilet for the entirety of a load in, almost perfectly timed from beginning to completion. In this photograph, we had just finished loading in and the band, along with Stephan from Wavves sat on the fire escape. Brett is smoking an apple bong.
The show was really fun and Brett and BC made a banner out of pillow case with the words ‘Dune Rats’ writen on it. ‘Dune’ started quite big, relatively close to the centre, and ‘Rats’ ended up somewhat squished in on the side to fit.

That night we went back to the hotel and Brett went sleep walking in the very early hours of the morning and couldn’t get back in to his room. BC and I woke up to see him open our door and lay down on the floor. I went down to reception and got him a new key cut and put him back to bed.

35 - Number 3

My very good friend Shane performing at La Boule Noire in Paris on Sunday the 29th of September, 2019.

Day 13:

I woke up in the shipping container after a pretty sleepless and noisy night to the smell of 6 adult men sleeping on stained cardboard mattresses in a shipping container with the heater unknowingly on in summer, smelling of mould, sweat and farts.

I packed up my stuff pretty quickly and got the hell out of there.

We started driving and went to a patisserie and I spent my last 85 cents on a croissant and got back in the van.

Shortly after getting on the highway Marco pulled in to a petrol station where we saw a mum holding their child in the air in a sitting position without their pants on, shaking a poo out of the kid. It was really very disturbing and we decided to get fuel elsewhere.

We got fuel and continued on our way to Paris.

Marco drove around the Arc de Triomphe a few times while holding the horn down and we all giggled like school children.

We arrived early and the venue staff greeted us, were very nice to us and helped out with loading.

Everything set up quickly and Shane and I made Lachlan’s guitars stereo with his amp modeller.

After soundcheck we went for a walk through Paris and up to Sacré-Cœur before getting drenched.

We went and had dinner next to the venue which was a really nice wok fried vegetables and chicken.

We went back to the venue and sat around waiting for the show.

The show was great and the audience really loved it.

We packed everything down very quickly and loaded out upstairs and got in the van to drive off to our accomodation for the night an hour and a half out of Paris.

35 - Number 2

The morning that I took this photograph, I woke up, and without waking anyone else up, walked out of the room with my camera. I was in Bladel, in The Netherlands. It was the 10th of June, 2018.
This was, like my last post, taken directly outside my hotel, Hotel Bladel, on the intersection of Maximalaan and Beatrixlaan.

The night before, Dune Rats had performed in a shed (that had trees growing in it) at Best Kept Secret music festival in Hilvarenbeek, 20 minutes drive from our hotel. We were on tour with Wavves for a quick tour of Western Europe.

After the band finished playing, they were taken away by the artist liaisons and I stayed behind to pack up.

I didn’t realise at the time, but the band was trying to call my mobile phone to ask if I needed help, however their calls weren’t going through.

The stage manager pointed out there was no gear storage at the stage. I had to either carry all the gear by myself or leave it in a field filled with festival goers and hope nothing got stolen. I obviously went for option A and found a fridge trolley on to which I somehow managed to load all the gear (around 90kg) and loaded BC’s cymbals on to my back. I then walked the 1.5km back to the carpark in the 32C heat as the tires on the trolley slowly deflated.

On this walk the following morning, this wonderful woman was riding towards me. I quickly made this photograph as she rode by and we smiled at each other as she rode on. In our very fleeting interaction she exuded independence, strength and fun. 

35 - Number 1

35 is a series dedicated to my favourite focal length, 35mm on 135 format. 50mm is what is known as the “normal lens”, however for me and for how I see, 35mm is normal to me.

I am going to start with a photograph I made in Vienna, Austria.

This photograph was made on the 10th of February 2020, directly outside the hotel I was staying at in Vienna.

I was on tour with DZ Deathrays, who were supporting the English band The Darkness and we were staying in the MEININGER Hotel on the corner of Columbusgasse and Raaber-Bahn-Gasse. I believe since staying there, that this hotel has permanently closed down.
We arrived on the 9th and had a night off, which allowed me to get an early sleep and subsequent early rise.

This was photographed around 8am as the gentleman was walking west with his morning shopping along Raaber-Bahn-Gasse. I immediately noticed the shaft of morning light splitting between the building to the south, funneling up Columbusgasse and hitting the side of his face. It was a very split second image - one frame, totally unsure if I’d captured anything and I was glad to see I did when I developed the roll later on.

The show that night was at Simm City and definitely a lot of fun.

Save Crowbar Benefit Concert

Crowbar Sydney was hit hard by the COVID-19 pandemic.
Crowbar is an independant, family owned live music venue. Opening in 2018 as an addition to the East Coast touring circuit with it’s former sister venue Crowbar Brisbane which was established in 2012 and has since closed.

Pre-covid, Crowbar hosted around 400 bands each year. Supporting Australian live music is at the core of Crowbar, and they aim to remain and grow as a key player in the ecosystem of the Australian live music scene. Given crowd restrictions, lockdowns, reschedules, travel bans and new legal hoops to jump through, owning and operating a live music venue has become increasingly difficult as the pandemic wears on and government assistance dries up.

Four bands, Dune Rats, Skegss, Hockey Dad and Ruby Fields put on a benefit show to raise money for the venue on the 29th of May, 2021. This is my visual recollection of the event.

DZ Deathrays - Europe Tour, Summer 2018

Simon, Shane and The Badger enjoying some pastries in The United Kingdom.

Day 22 

Today I woke up after a really terrible sleep in my blood stained bed, listening to dogs bark in the room next door all night.
I bought a nice Scottish hat and a muffin for breakfast and we set off on what would end up being a 10 hour journey from Glasgow to London.
The drive was mostly rainy and windy the whole way, especially so in Scotland. Scotland looks very beautiful in the rain, as well as it does in the sun.
About 1.5 hours out of London Tom and I switched driving after having a lovely pie. We dropped the hired mixing console and related equipment at some blokes house and then dropped the merchandise off at Jack’s house out near the airport. We all had a really nice Indian meal right by Jack’s house.
We got to the airport Travelodge and checked in before cleaning out the van and packing everything away, ready to fly home the next day. I was feeling very excited about going home, however had started to feel very quite sick in the stomach.

Day 23

I think I got food poisoning. I was up sick all night and only had about 90 minutes sleep. We left for Heathrow at 5:45am and got to the airport at 6. We unloaded everything on to the footpath and I took some Imodium. We all said goodbye to Tom and watched him drive away in the black van. 

I was really not looking forward to feeling so sick for 25 hours of travel in a small metal tube hurtling through the sky. 

I got all the merchandise money exchanged, very slowly to Australian dollars with a man who wanted to talk to me in depth and detail about the Australian bank note which took a lot longer than it needed to, all the while I was trying my best not to shit my pants.
Meanwhile Shane, Lachlan and Simon did the Carnet. I was feeling very awful.
We checked everything in and went through security to the Etihad lounge. I think it was the pie that made me sick. I drank lots of water. We boarded the flight and settled in for a long journey. 

We arrived in Abu Dhabi. I wasn’t sure what day it was anymore, but I was sure I still felt very, very ill.

Day 24

We went to the first class lounge in Abu Dhabi and checked in. We all ordered steaks, which I knew would make me feel really sick but I wanted to eat it anyway. They were so nice I think it was worth being sick on the plane again. 

We got on the plane and settled in for the long haul flight. I couldn’t sleep at all and by the time we got to Brisbane I was kind of delirious. All the gear took ages to come out and Shane was at a high risk of missing his connecting flight to Sydney. We got all the gear and signed the Carnet back in to Australia. I pushed all my baggage on a trolley to the train platform and caught the train to the Gold Coast and then the bus to Lismore. I arrived home at around 10:30pm and was really really glad to get in to bed.

Shane and a pie.