The Madventure (or: The Misadventure Of A Naive, Misguided Fool)

There comes a time in every man's life when he has to throw all caution to the wind and do something that challenges what little life-experience he may have. Some people might do a sky-dive, others might climb a mountain, I'm going to hitch hike from Melbourne to Cairns. In case you don't realise the scale of what I'm saying, here's an illustration:



That's at least 1800 miles, like going from Blackpool to Bucharest, a little further than San Francisco to Oklahoma City. I know it seems that I'm not cerebally nimble, but at least it'll be a conversation starter.

Fingers-crossed, I'll leave on Sunday, or if the arrival of my iPod is delayed further, then Wednesday morning. I admit that I haven't done a lot planning-wise, my only certain aim is to get onto the Mitchell Highway, wherever that is. I also plan on avoiding a pointless death by carrying a tent, map and knife. Sufficient tools if I do say so myself.

In all honesty though, my safety will be on the back-burner for the majority of the time. This is about experience. This is about doing something different. This isn't about you. Nor me for that matter. I'll try and keep people updated of my whereabouts from time to time, but I urge you not to fret. The chances of me being abducted or otherwise are slim from what I've heard from that blind, deaf man sat in the corner. And if something does happen, then I'll be all the better for it. At this moment I'll refrain from using the worst motto in the world, "Whatever doesn't kill you...". Apt it may be, make sense it does not.