The Boy Who Could Fly

flying-puerto-morelos

One of my favourite eighties films ever. And let’s face it, there were some damn good eighties films. Flying has been a constant theme in my life so far. I experienced my first flight in utero, when my heavily pregnant mum traveled from the dust-filled town of Meekatharra in northern Western Australia to the big smoke of Perth to give birth to me. Just a few months later I was on a plane heading to the other side of the … Keep reading…

The Paramotor Blues (and mangoes)

Tyrhone working hard

I said to Tyrhone today that I don’t think I’ve ever seen him stress about anything as much as he has about paramotoring. In fact, he has always been the calm one, the one who doesn’t sweat the small stuff, who says “she’ll be right.” Nothing usually gets to him, until now. I can understand it, of course. From the financial outlay and logistical nightmares of starting out, to the physical, mental and emotional drain that this adventure has brought, … Keep reading…