Where to Start!? I'm typing on a French keyboard. Here's what it looks like when I type, "Elise help, where is the damn apostrophe?"...

I came to Nepal for a solar energy training program. Long story short it was cancelled In September and I didn’t know, leaving me rather...

In this post I’ll describe trekking in the jungle of northeastern Cambodia for three days, exploring traditional jungle survival skills,...

For the second weekend in a row I’ve spent a bucket-list item-crossing time with people I met in the UNSW Outdoors Club. About two weeks ago, 40 of us were sitting around the massive table that the Outdoors Club reserves every Thursday at the Forest Lodge Hotel. We were all talking about the adventures we have been on, and I mentioned that I really wanted to try canyoning but wasn’t sure when I would have the time. Three of the guys sitting by me said that they could take me

When I was invited on a camping trip with the UNSW Outdoors Club, I thought it would be a 10 person ordeal around a campfire with a guitar. We would go climbing and hiking and maybe swimming, and at the end of the day decompress and joke around. Three days before the camping trip, I was added to a Facebook event page called Dam Cliffs Doof, with about 100 other people. It was at that point that I realized a doof is a party in the woods with no one around. It’s chaos, and it’s