A Bit About Us…
Jack
Yep, that’s a mushroom hat.
As a bald guy, I have quite a few hats, but this one is my favourite. I truly believe it helps me hunt mushrooms – they just don’t see me coming! That being said, the lil’ fungal guys in this particular picture are not for hunting or eating. They’re rather spicy… in a bad way… you know, the deadly kinda way (I think any way). Still, a good find nonetheless – I was pleased.
Anyway, hi! I’m Jack, an easily distracted bloke who tries to do engineering as a day job and has a penchant for spending obscene amounts of money on travel. Incidentally, this tendency is one reason I like to lean towards cheap hobbies, like mushroom hunting!
My idea for this blog is to be completely honest and transparent about travel: how I’ve done it so far and how I plan to do it going forward. Transparency is my number one priority in a world where the internet is filled with people promising dreams for a nominal fee or just plain lying about their lives. I’m not about that. I’m an open book, probably too open in some ways… so I hope you like toilet stories.
Whether you’re here for travel tips, inspiration, personal anecdotes, or just a good laugh, I hope you find something that resonates with you. Welcome to my journey!
Mary-Ann
My long-suffering wife…
She puts up with quite a lot, really. I mean, I do cook, clean, and listen to her vent when she needs it, but I do all that just to offset the cliff jumping, mushroom tasting, animal stalking, tree climbing, and beer drinking I make her endure. It’s a beautiful and occasionally injured balance, forged in holy matrimony.
It works well; you can tell by how happy she looks in this photo, right? Well… let me tell you a secret. That smile is a mask for the deep fear she was experiencing in that moment. Not of potentially poisonous mushrooms, nor enormous geological features, or wild animals. In fact, just a hundred or so yards off to the right, stood her arch nemeses, well, three or four of them! Just stood there, looking eerily peaceful, swatting at flies with their tails and chewing the cud.
That’s right, of all the things I have dragged her into, she is still petrified of cows. I don’t get it. I’m not sure she does either. She even recently overcame her fear of water and learned to swim at twenty-nine years old! But, a small group of distant cows? Nope. We all have our quirks! At least hers is funny, ya gotta love her for it.
She’s a mental health pharmacist by trade, and a damn good one too. But like me, she has an undying passion for travel and, luckily for me, baldies!