I'm not quite sure how or why but I never learned to properly shave. Ever since the first whisspy strands of hair started sprouting from my adolescent upper lip I have always used an electric razor to keep my babyfaced good looks exposed to the world. Looking back I suspect this may because that's what my dad has always done and that's what I was bought but, either way the prospect of scrapping a razor sharp piece of metal all over my face on a daily basis has never made me think about giving it a try. Fast forward 15 ish years from the bumfluff days and I am faced with the reality of living on a river for 3 months, far away from easily accessible electricity or batteries which for the razor

Proper Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance (or so the nifty rhyme says) Not so long ago I was working as a full time event production manager, helping putting together anything from a tented theatre shows for 1000 people to a conference in some far flung corner of the world. In this planning was essential and detail was king. There was a direct correlation between how prepared you were in advance and the success of the event so, when it comes to planning a big adventure or journey surely the same rule will apply. Correct? Well I’m not so sure and in fact am a firm believer that there is such a thing as over planning for an adventure. Yes you need to look at flights and have them booke

A few years back a colleague and I were fortunate enough to relocate to California for 12 months with work. As part of packing up our lives my colleague (who for the purpose of anonymity we shall call Ron) shipped his personal possessions via a container and cargo ship which required a carnet to be completed listing each individual item and it is for this reason that we found out that he was the proud owner of 108 pairs of pants. That’s not a typo so i’ll repeat it; 108 pairs of pants. That would mean only having to wash each pair twice in a year! As Kate & I continue our planning before heading to the Danube my time is increasing split between two jobs; sourcing the equipment, clothing and

Kate: Sitting down to write this blog post I find I don’t know quite where to start. Christmas, New Year, planned micro-adventures, water, and the fact that 2016 is now here and we are just a few weeks away from our start…. I guess that the odd one out in that list is water and yet it fits right in with the blog as so much of our journey is centred around water. The met office announced recently that December 2015 was the wettest December on record, ever. Yet in Australia there have been awful bush fires because it is was so dry. It never ceases to amaze me how water can mean so much, and that it holds real power in whatever forms it arrives (or doesn’t). For New Year, Andy and I went up to