My Mum

A mother is someone who dreams great dreams for you, but then she lets you chase the dreams you have for yourself and loves you just the same.

~ Unknown

Today is my mum’s birthday and as much as she would like to forget about it, I am celebrating it for her.  We might be in separate cities, but for the past 29 1/2 years of my life she has been through everything with me.  When I’m happy, she is happy, when I’m hurt, she hurts too.  When my life falls apart, she is always there, even if it’s just to sit and hold my hand, because as all mother’s know, sometimes you have to let your children make their own mistakes in life, as difficult as it can be.  Waiting about patiently, always at my side, wanting nothing more for me than to be happy, healthy and loved.

My mum is an inspiration.  From trekking over mountains in New Zealand, glaciers in Patagonia and cliff faces in Spain, to venturing to Antarctica to photograph whales, seals and penguins.  She is not afraid to get out and experience all that life has to offer.

So thank you for everything you’ve done and taught me.

And wishing you many more birthdays, so that I have you around for many more adventures.

Malibu Ride Tour

Published on Inonit Magazine Website

Winter arrived early at Somerset Dam for the weekend long stop of the Malibu Just Ride Tour with overcast and rainy conditions.  But a bit of extra water never stopped anyone from going for a ride, especially behind the likes of an MXZ 22.  Chris and Greg from Northside Marine and Daniel Pyne, Greg Wood and Brodie Livesey from Gimme Pop Wakeboard School were on hand to offer advice to those that ventured out in the cold, making it well worth their while.

It wasn’t just wakeboarders having a ride either.  There were wakeboards, tubes, wakesurfers and more to play around on, ensuring that no matter what your taste or style, there was something for everyone.  If the cold weather got to you too much you could always have a drive and turn the foot heater on, or have a hot shower after getting out of the chilly water.

Rainforest Drive

A little Sunday morning drive through Mt Glorious on my way to Somerset Dam…

 

Preparing for Africa

Going to Africa is one of the most incredible experiences anyone can ever have.  The diversity of culture, wildlife and the varied landscapes from open savannah plains to ocean waves crashing against rocky cliff walls, Africa has it all covered.  But travelling in Africa requires a little extra consideration and planning to most vacations or travel spots.  Here are my tips for before you head into the wilds of Africa.

1. Vaccinations and Medical Supplies

As with travelling to any developing country, it is crucial to speak with your doctor a good 6-8 weeks before heading off ,so that you can get the necessary vaccinations and refills for any prescription medication you take.  If you are prone to specific sicknesses (e.g. I regularly get throat infections/illnesses) take a standard course of the antibiotics you would normally treat this with at home.  there is nothing worse than going away on holidays and getting sick (generally after your long haul flight).  The medications might not be the same as what you would take at home, you could be out in the middle of no where, or language might be a barrier in getting the treatment needed.  If you carry a course of antibiotics you will be able to start treating the illness immediately and get on with enjoying your travels sooner.  The key though is to always speak to your doctor first and follow their advice for travelling to Africa.

Other medical supplies I don’t go travelling with out:

- Paw Paw Ointment (natural ointment good for burns, cuts, bites, rashes, chapped skin)

- Iodine Ointment (good for reactions to bites, infected cuts, scratches, splinters)

- Bandaids (good for covering blisters and small cuts)

- Sunscreen, Insect Repellent and Hand Sanitiser Gel

2. Travel Insurance

Read the fine print of your travel insurance!  Some policies won’t cover you if you become sick or contract Malaria, if you are taking the weekly dosage Malaria medications.  There can also be certain activities, such as motorbike riding or adventure activities, that may not be covered under basic policies.  If you are unsure of your travel plans in Africa before leaving, it may be safer to pay the little bit extra for a comprehensive policy, to ensure you are not having to pass up on great experiences once there, simply because your travel insurance won’t cover it.

Also, read the details relating to broken or stolen items (this particularly applies to camera equipment).  Some insurance policies will only pay out for stolen items if you have a police report to support your claim.

The main thing with travel insurance is to just spend the time reading all the details, to ensure you know what you are covered for and won’t be in for a nasty surprise later if something unfortunately goes wrong.

3. Advice on where to go and what to do

There are many places you can go to for information on where and what to do while in Africa.  Don’t start at the travel agent straight away.  Spend some time trawling the wealth of information, reviews and advice on the internet.  Travel blogs, Lonely Planet website, or advice and review websites such as Trip Advisor are a great place to start.  Then combine this with information from different travel agents, to ensure you find the right style of trip for you.  Travel Agents are great help with visas.  Getting a visa on short notice in some countries can be very hard to do.  I’ve made the mistake before and subsequently missed a whole section of my trip, as I wasn’t allowed to board my flight to Nigeria because I didn’t have a visa.

4. Be aware of local customs and culture

In Morocco, woman should dress covering their shoulders and down past their knees.  In parts of Malawi, woman wear skirts and men must wear trousers that at least cover the knee.  Often, it is easier to pick up the right type of clothing from a local market at a far cheaper cost than what you would pay at home.  When packing clothes, plan on taking basics for the season you will be travelling in, specific items that help you dress respectfully and culturally appropriate can be bought in country.  This way you carrying less in your bags and supporting local businesses with your purchases.

5. Have an open mind

A lot of places in Africa are poor.  It is a developing nation after all.  Keep an open mind to the places you see, people you meet and try not to put expectations of how things should be compared to what they are like at home.  This will very quickly ruin your experience.  Most places run on African time and I’m not talking G.M.T, I mean if someone says a time to you, don’t be upset if they turn up four hours later.  It happens in business and in every facet of African life.  There is no rush.

If you plan on visiting/volunteering at an orphanage in Africa, keep in mind that the conditions you witness, while may not meet your ideas of what an orphanage should look like or be, far exceed the conditions the children would otherwise live in.  Many orphans would have previously lived on the street, or in a tiny mud brick hut, that leaked every time it rained and shared a small blanket on the floor with several other siblings.  At the orphanage, they receive shelter, three meals a day, clothing, basic medical care and an education.  All things they might otherwise go without.

Venice Beach

It’s like walking through a circus.  California’s Venice is the meeting place for everything and everyone.  From astounding trick bike displays, to sideshows of art and psychedelic creations, homeless beggars to men dressed in green hospital scrubs sprouting the praises of medical Marijuana.  There is music blaring from the beach, the bars and the buskers.  Then there is the crowd weaving through each other on the beach boardwalk, a tangled mesh of tourists and locals, beach bums and gangsters, hipsters and the devil.  Yep, I even saw the devil at Venice, stumbling around carrying a big cross over his shoulder.  The circus arrived at Venice… and never left.

My first visit to Venice was early on a Sunday morning.  The police were just getting set up on their mountain bikes for the day, a few of the beautiful people had risen early to walk their dogs.  The homeless were spread out across the grassy parklands, warming up in the sunshine, that had just risen above the buildings.  The grunts and aggressive yells of basketball players and muscle men and woman floated along from the open aired gym and the smell of freshly made breakfast burritos warmed my insides as I watched a lone figure flow through a Tai Chi exercise.  It almost seemed like a peaceful place.  The circus when the main show is finished and the teamsters slowly rouse for the new day, enjoying the calm serenity, before the crowds arrive to see the show and the chaos starts all over again.

Tai Chi

 

My following visit was two weeks later on a Sunday afternoon.  This time I walked straight into the circus’ main grand finale it seemed.  A growing gathering, at least fifty people wide converged on the beach.  From somewhere inside the mass of bodies, drums beat together, their sound rising up like steam and vibrating along the beach.  Later on that night, it would take five police SUV’s to break up the circle, so lost in the music and energy, that not even a two tonne car could separate the mass of bodies on the beach.  Girls on roller skates, weaved in and out of walkers, joggers, skateboarders and cyclists.  A staunch gangsta dude in his bright green Adidas tracksuits, walked his bull-dog along the boardwalk.  And the whole way along the boardwalk, side shows of magic tricks, art work on skate decks for sale and homeless people asking for money for booze, drugs, food flooded the senses with things to try to take in.  The colour, the smells, the sounds, it was a sensory overload, not knowing where to look next, which sounds to listen to or wanting to miss anything that happened.

The beauty of Venice is that the circus is not contained to the beach side boardwalk.  Every side street contains something exciting to see.  The sideshows continue the whole walk back to the car.  Giant murals on buildings, a Mexican cholo street fight, pavement lifted by tree roots or earthquakes, but neglected and left to grow and morph in its own natural-urban way, there is always something to see, something happening.  The circus never stops, it just keeps rolling on.

ANZAC Day

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Lest we forget.

Today is a proud day in my family, like many other Australians.  A day to reflect on all the people who served to protect our safety and security as a country and their own lives they may have sacrificed in the process.  It’s a day to be extremely grateful for all that we have.  In my families case it’s a day to be thankful that we exist.

My grandfather, as many other grandfathers did, signed up and was shipped off to fight in WW2.  As far as we knew growing up, he had been involved in communications as a radio operator somewhere in the South Pacific.  He had played an important role, but never been involved in armed combat or on the front line.  That was the end of his war story… until the 11th July 2006, when we finally discovered the real story.

Squil Taylor Ming Cleary
Hawthorn

The day of my grandfather’s funeral was a sad occasion, but at the same time a celebration of one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met.  My grandfather lived to 88 years of age.  He was married to the love of his life for over 60 years, until she had passed away two years previously.  He had received an Order of Australia medal for his work in the community and he’d had false teeth that he used to poke out at my sister and I, to send us running, screaming and laughing through the house to cuddle up to grandma or mum or dad, in the hopes that those crazy teeth didn’t get us.

I don’t think my Dad, Sister or I fully understood just how amazing he was until the wake held in the little rec room at my grandfather’s local church on a sunny July afternoon.  When we spoke with a friend of my grandfather’s, who used to bring him library books to read each week.  It was on one of these visits that a book triggered my grandfather  to share this story with him…    In WW2 my grandfather had been in the field.  He had been based in Victoria Township in Labaun, Borneo.  One particular Sunday he was supposed to lead his men out into the field, as per normal routine.  This particular Sunday, him and his men stayed in camp to attend a church service run by a visiting preacher.  They’d not had any religious guidance in months and my grandfather, a man of faith, didn’t want to pass up the opportunity.  This applied to the other groups of men due to go on patrol.  Some decided to stay and others decided to go.  On this particular Sunday, the men who stayed to pray, survived.  The men who went on patrol did not.  They made it less than 10 miles outside of camp before they were bombed/gunned down.

Bomb Dump

This is all of the story we ever received.  We’d always asked my grandfather about the war, but he always managed to vaguely glaze over his experience and redirect the conversation.  It was at this moment that my Dad, Sister and I wished that we’d continued asking questions.  Wished that we’d gotten to know the full story.  But it was too late.  We would never know the full details of the story or how close to truth it was.  But it didn’t really matter.  All that did matter was that due to a small act on faith, my family, myself, exist today.  It could have turned out very differently, as many other families have experienced with the loss of sons fighting for our country.  Anzac Day is a day to remember not just those that have served and continued to serve to protect our country, but a day to be grateful for the freedom and existence we have because of their courage.

Frank and Heather Makepeace

Unofficial Tinnie Titles

Published on Inonit Magazine website April 22, 2012

The first Unofficial Tinnie Titles were held on Saturday 21st April on the Pine River at Murrumba Downs.  Wakeskaters from the Sunshine Coast, Brisbane, the Gold Coast and Sydney were stoked to arrive at the event to find blue skies, light winds and no other boats out on the water.

Organisers Cam Prest and Leigh Rowlands of Censored Wakeskates “wanted to hold a comp where everyone gets a decent ride and doesn’t leave thinking it was a waste of time”.

It certainly wasn’t a waste of time with a full day of hanging out in the sunshine, wakeskating, watching wakeskating, sausage sizzle BBQ and beers.  Before announcing the winners of the first Unofficial Tinny Titles.

Pro

1st Ryan Leary; 2nd Matt Rodgers; 3rd Steve Nuttall

Men’s

1st Jai Corthals; 2nd Leigh Rowlands; 3rd Mitch Leayr

Women’s

1st Haylee Campbell; 2nd Katherine Clarke; 3rd Emma Makepeace

For full article and photos make sure to check out the first full edition of InOnIt Magazine.

Inner City Bush Living

Ever get the strange feeling you are being watched?  Today I sat deep in concentration working on assignments when that feeling crept over me.  Looking out my third floor window, I found a baby green tree snake staring back in at me.  For a few moments it sat perfectly still, apart from its little tongue poked out at me vibrating frantically in the air.  As I fumbled for a camera to capture the moment, the bright green baby wound its way back through the branch and into a hollow in the tree trunk.  I spent the better part of the afternoon watching for it to return.  But my back to nature moment was over.

My possum neighbour

It wasn’t long either before the inner city daily noise took over.  Helicopters and ambulances racing to the hospital down the end of the street, children playing in the car park and in a unit block nearby someone practiced their opera singing.  But my moment with the tree snake got me thinking about how un-inner city my apartment complex can be.  For starters there is the possum that lives in the pot plant on my balcony.  Now that winter is on its way, my possum friend spends most of its days in my ceiling space to try to stay warm.  Then there are the assortment of spiders that have taken up residence throughout the stairwell, my balcony and in the tops of trees.  Lastly, are the bush turkeys.  Regularly I’ll walk through the car park to find one scouring the gardens.  Yesterday one was hiding at the end of the path leading out of my building.  I’m not sure who jumped higher in fright, when we stumbled across each other, me or the bush turkey.

So on Earth Day 2012 I am pleasantly reminded that even in amongst the chaos of traffic and high density living, the natural wildlife still thrives.  That my animal neighbours haven’t been wiped out to make way for urban renewal, tunnels and taller buildings.

San Diego Zoo

It’s easy to see why the San Diego Zoo is named one of the best Zoos in the world.  With its large enclosures housing some of the world’s most endangered species and creative ways of informing the public of conservation issues, it’s definitely leading the way in promoting animal and habitat protection awareness.  But walking around the Zoo, I can’t help but feel a little sad for the animals.  Yes they are alive, instead of being poached for their fur, tusks, sperm by hunters or for weird medicinal purposes, but it still doesn’t seem right.

Watching a leopard pace around its enclosure, we stood behind the railing a few metres away from the fencing.  ”Warning, stay clear of the leopard’s spray.”  Leopard’s spray?  Then we watched as the leopard started to urinate, the man closest trying to take a photo jumped back slightly.  Ah, leopard’s spray!  In the wild you would never be able to get so close to such a moment.  But seeing animals in the wild provides you with a completely different experience.  In the wild, you are entering their world.  If you are lucky they will come out and let you see them going about their daily life.  In a zoo, they are just there.  It takes away some of the magic of seeing rare, exotic, wild animals, seeing them fenced in.

Elephants enclosure at San Diego Zoo

The elephants stand huddled around the metal grill of the hay feeder.  Slowly pulling out small clumps of straw and gently rocking with the effort of ripping another bundle from the feeder.  For all the expense and effort the Zoo has gone to in creating world-class enclosures that stimulate the animals and trainers that plan play and feeding activities to engage the animals, they still appear to be bored out of their minds.  A bonobo monkey lies forlornly on a piece of rock, two of her bonobo mates sit at either end of her, protectively keeping watch.  They look nothing like the lively bonobo monkey’s I’ve seen in YouTube clips.  Documentaries of screeching playful monkeys.  Monkeys that are highly social creatures, that love to play and run and pick things off each other.  Maybe this bonobo monkey was just having a bad day.

Bonobo Monkeys

Without places like the San Diego Zoo though, hundreds of thousands of people would be none the wiser to the plight of many of these endangered animals.  The zoo plays a vital role in protecting and conserving the animals still in the wild, by educating the public about each animals habitat and how the human impact is affecting the survival of many species.  For many people, this will be the closest they ever come to seeing some wild animals.  I’m lucky I guess.  I’ve been on Safari and visit wild life sanctuaries or seen animals in their natural habitat in other countries around the world and once you’ve had this experience, seeing animals in the zoo just doesn’t cut it.

Through the Desert

The landscape from California to Nevada is quite impressive.  Over the space of five-six hours driving the I-15 takes you from overlooking the Californian coast line, with waves crashing on white sandy beaches, through the Mojave desert and up along the Eastern flank of the Santa Ana mountains, before dropping back into desert and arriving in Las Vegas.

On our trip back from Vegas to San Diego, we were lucky enough to get some late snow the night before we drove.  The surrounding mountains were sprinkled in white and at the Cajon pass the snow had made its way down to the highway.  Below is a photo essay of our road trip along the I-15.

I-15 at 4am start of our road trip to Las Vegas

Chasing sunrise

Sunrise

Mojave Desert

Ghost Towns & random casinos

Cajon Pass

Snow!!

Building snowmen...

More like snow aliens

Santa Ana Mountains

 

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