Musical Fidelity II

Wooohoo! It’s music time.


Nattali Rize – One People

The Doors – Roadhouse Blues

Yes Sir Boss – Naked Inside My Head

Dennis Brown – Money In My Pocket

Cypress Hill – Busted In The Hood

The Lyrical – If I Was Earth

Marcia Griffiths – Dreamland

Red Hot Chilli Peppers – Under The Bridge

The Mouse Outfit – Sitback

Kings Of Leon – Beautiful War

Erykah Badu – On & ON

Fat Freddy’s Drop – Wandering Eye

Katchafire – Collie Herb Man

Master Ace – Take A Walk

Gentleman’s Dub club – Nocturnal 

Bob Marley & The Wailers – Could You Be Loved

Thank you to my beautiful friends Abee, Bryan, Chelsi, Keeva, Jade and Maristela for sharing some of these and the legend that goes by the name of Andrea for the continuous reggae chit chat.


Have a lovely weekend!





When you’re feeling inspired, use it. Use it to it’s full potential, to express yourself, or to create a vision you’ve had. Use it to spread knowledge, use it to gain knowledge, to better yourself and others. Inspiration is a marvelous emotion we feel, to be able to gain some sort of mental or physical boost through someone else’s doing is simply incredible. Currently I am living with such an intelligent, amazing group of people, always testing one another, sharing articles and debating current affairs. People are always quick to comment on the chilled out, positive vibes around the place and I for one feel more inspired being around them.

For years I felt very strongly against the meat industry, the mass production of animals and the way the businesses shove advertisements down your throat but never done anything about it. At the time I was going to the gym, eating a very dull diet of meat, rice or potato and was surrounded by people like minded and of course the “big inconvenience” in going vegan therefore my actions of slaughter continued. However, when I moved out and surrounded myself with my own thoughts, around different minded people, who didn’t eat meat, who inspired me with information and the know how, the movement had started. Their inspiration took over me, I knew I was close, I just needed that push. Now, I ate meat for 19 years of my life, and I too was one of those people to say “I will never, ever, be vegan” – Here I am, a proud vegan who sees no way back, and I can not express how good I feel.

When I went Vegetarian just over a year ago I didn’t even like vegetables. It was a real struggle at first, for weeks I ate a very basic dinner of beans and potato or beans and toast. I was also working on a Banana farm in North Queensland, Australia and was living in the poorest conditions I have ever lived in, but I persevered and stuck to it. As my hunger grew so did my interest in looking into more recipes and cooking vegetables. I have always enjoyed cooking and can not explain how amazing it is to switch your whole style up. Imagine the key ingredients you cook with? Dairy and meat right? Cheese, meat, cheese, meat. Well now you’re banned from using them, good luck in the kitchen.

You have to learn! and with learning comes the appreciation for the food, yes some of it tasted like shit. But here I am, today, writing this, still alive. My cooking skills had advanced from a dull plate of meat to a colorful veggie platter, and as I got more into the diet I only wanted to go further, so I put my money where my mouth is and went Vegan.

My energy levels have increased dramatically since going vegan, not just physically but emotionally, I feel a lot more positive. I feel as if I am taking steps towards helping the planet rather than destroying it one bite at a time. I am putting my money into little organic self sustained stores, who then use that money to feed or educate their kids, not shove the money in offshore accounts never to be seen by the public eye again.

But the juicy goodness didn’t stop there (and that’s not beef juice it’s more like tomato juice!) I envisioned myself, a better me, a more caring me, someone who is very open to opinions, more humble, calmer, wiser and resourceful, someone who people can come and speak to. I remember over a year ago thinking all of this, wanting to better myself, wanting to become myself not who I was surrounded by friends. I made my own decisions, and stood by my opinions strongly and they just naturally happened, as I showed more compassion towards people and treated others how I would like to be treated I have met the most amazing people.

I tell these stories often and I find it funny how my mind just adapted to think this way, I was on a plane 32,000 feet high when the guy behind me thought it’d be a great idea to rest his feet on the back of my chair(not just for 5 mins, but the whole flight!). I must admit, a year or so ago and I would’ve caused the biggest fuss one could imagine. But, later down the line I simply thought “meh, he’ll have a little kid behind him on the way back, karma’s a bitch!”
Sleeping in hostels is always fun when a bunch of drunken fools come rolling in at 3 – 4am and turn the lights on and start partying, especially when one has work or a trip to go to the next day. A year ago I would have had no problem with standing up, causing a riot and going back to sleep in peace. Now, I simply let life deal with anything unjust. My time is better spent thinking about good thoughts and keeping my emotions in happy mode.

A year down the line, and this is the honest truth, a lot of people comment on how I am, and the way I look at life, my actions taken towards those things and how they got me where I am today. I purely followed my heart, and my heart was inspired by the amazing souls I have met throughout my life, this all resulting in a clearer mind, a clearer soul and a natural process of transformation. I haven’t beaten myself with I must do this and I must do that, I was inspired, and my thoughts and visions continue to shape me into the character I am today, blissfully unaware of change.

So find what it is that inspires you, find what gets your heart racing and use it to its full potential. For me, it’s reading, learning a new juicy fact about the world! I love it, and I love sharing it! When I need to relax I listen to inspirational music like Reggae, it can open your mind up in more ways imaginable. Or, speak to people! Get to know other peoples views on the subject, they may open you up to ideas you’ve never thought of.

Over the past two weeks a few friends who I met last year moved in with me,  one of their mates from back in England just flew out to start his travels and it has been beautifully refreshing to speak to Tom. He’s a bundle of fresh ideas, loaded up to the brim with philosophies and unanswered theories, an absolute joy to talk to and a lovely reminder of just how far I’ve come, and it’s very beautiful to know what Tom is going to experience over the next few years.

Thank you for reading, you are an inspiration to lots, so continue doing what you love and others will take note and learn from you.

Thank you very much.

Jurassic Parkesque

This morning I thought it was about time to get my camera out and sort out the 1,300 photos I snapped over the past 4 – 5 months. Turning on my camera I noticed the number had dropped to 645 files and with immediate effect my heart sank. I went through all of my memory cards, hard drives and drop boxes and the I couldn’t find any of the lost data. As I don’t have GoPro Plus they aren’t backed up online so it means I either dwell on it and let it get me down or I can choose to be thankful. Thankful for the fact that I done the trip, thankful that I still have 645 out of 1,300. Thankful for being able to express myself to my friends and family or this electronic device I sit here typing on. I’ve had a great breakfast this morning, the weather is hopefully on the rise and we have house plans of a cheeky beverage or two this evening.

Its a subtle reminder pushing me to stay ever present, to keep my mind open and acceptant to new ideas. I’m looking at my photos wishing there were more, wondering how they disappeared but what I really should be doing is using my brain, use my brain to take me back to Phong Nha, National Park in central Vietnam, a day where we lived like it was our last. Myself and Kiera, who was a weirdly awesome Canadian girl who I had met and was driving up North with was sat in Bamboo Cafe. It was around lunchtime, middle of November and the rainfall was still beating down. It hadn’t stopped all night and by this time the roads were starting to flood. Realizing that, we had to make a move immediately or risk missing out on seeing some of the most renowned caves around the world, reaching sizes that can fit the city of Manhattan in. Just as we went to set off a guy at the bar announced that any plans that were made would have to be forgotten about, and unless you wanted to get stuck in Phong Nha for the next three – four days you best make a move! Quickly!

So we made a break for it, well, at least until we got to the road, we may as well swam down that! Straight to the hostel to cancel the room we had booked, grabbed our bags and jumped on the bikes. Its not the greatest idea to drive through a flash flood to an unknown destination, but we knew the direction and that was North. We braced up for what was going to be a wet and miserable day and as the events unfolded the excitement kicked in. I was running with my bike pushing it through the water trying to get it started, eventually starting I needed to keep the engine revved to avoid flooding. The adrenaline was kicking and the raindrops were punching. The whole village moved their tractors, trucks and bikes up to the main road to avoid loosing the machines which keeps the dinner on the table. What seemed like a big deal to us was a small glimpse into the everyday life of this community. As we made our way through the smaller villages we witnessed the devastating effects the floods have on the farms, we crossed a bridge and standing there watching the water take over the land was groups of locals, they weren’t frantic, but at the same time they obviously weren’t over the moon. It was a strange feeling, to me this was new and overwhelming but to them it was simply the price they pay to live a self sustained life and for the best part of the year the weathers good.

Jurrasic Parkesque is the best way to describe what we was driving through. The dark clouds looming around the splits of the limestone caves creating a claustrophobic, bubble of ecosystem. The scenes that were created naturally that day shit all over any CGI I have seen. The water was pouring down the crevices, across the roads making some routes very difficult and unbalanced at times! It wasn’t long before we stumbled across a road that was completely underwater, there were men and kids with Jeeps waiting for people like us to hit this hiccup, and to our rescue after bargaining down to 200,000 VND (about $11 AUD) we loaded the bikes on the back of the Jeep and crossed the stretch of water, which at points came just below the doors of this beaten up rust bucket, but its the inside that counts because she pulled through and shortly after we were back on our bikes cruising North.

Unfortunately, the National Park doesn’t go on forever but that days riding is one I shall never forget, it replays like a movie in my head, with us at the helm of what was truly a daring move turned out to be one of the most thrilling adventures of my life. Settling on a place to sleep was always a good laugh, the choice doesn’t vary much when your backpacking Asia cheaply but try to always find something funny about the room. Once we stayed in a room and the toilet was only separated by a wall and I had just got sick, It was funny when I asked Kiera to leave the room and explained that she didn’t want to listen to what was about to take place.

We eventually found a place to stay in Huong Khe, it had a bed and a roof, what more could you ask for? By this time I had learnt how to ask for rice, vegetables and tofu and was very happy when I managed to get all three. There was a little local place just opposite us so we went for a good feed after what was a well executed get away, a day spent entirely focused on the surroundings and trusting one another, stepping further into the unknown and coming out the other side in one piece. Learning that some of the best lived moments are ones that just happen, ones that aren’t planned.

Previously I mentioned about the photos I lost this morning, well within the day of me writing this blog and reliving those moments, taking myself back through that journey. Thinking of the great laughs, thousands of kilometers driven and the bottles of rum that got drunk I couldn’t give a shit anymore. The memories are up there, they replay to me and connect to me better than any photo, they make my heart rate increase when thinking about certain moments, certain people and for me, that’s the bigger picture.

Thankfully I downloaded some onto my iPad, and Thank you for taking your time to read my thoughts.

Coming into Phong Nha
On the back of the Jeep
Among the clouds

Musical fidelity I

Hi people,

I love music. It’s a vital part to my every day life, without the happy music in the mornings and the relaxing music at night where would one be? Whether it’s a modern electronic beat to cut some shapes to or a nice ambient tone to set the mood, music is life. I am going to try and post 15 songs every week or two, and I would absolutely love it if you commented some back!

So here goes:

Fatan Mojah – Rasta Got Soul

Earth, Wind, Fire – September

Morgan Heritage – Down by the river

Wille and the Bandits – New Breed

Pink Floyd – Money

Guns N Roses – Patience 

Alpha Blondy – Bahia

The Undercover Hippy – Borders

Dr Dre – The Watcher

Damien Marley – Educated Fools

Chainska Brassika – Summer Dubbin

Serum & Inja – Blow them away

Bee Gees – Stayin Alive

Blue Monday – New Order

By The Rivers – Rocksteady



Last year at Rainbow I was about three months into my travelling experience and didn’t have many epic adventures to captivate people with and spent the large majority of the time doing what I did best back then, get loose and dance like techno viking.

However, a year later I returned as quite a different human being with a big bag full of stories. I’ve always wanted to give back to the community and decided it would be great to volunteer given the opportunity. What I didn’t expect was the volunteering position to have such a profound impact on my festival, being a ‘Roving Ranger’ required me to ensure people were hydrated, had plenty of sun cream on and wasn’t passing out in the sun. If anyone needed medical attention or a safe place to go we could assist them, through talking to people and letting them know we are here to help I met a lot of lovely people, and they were very happy to know where they can get their drugs tested to be safe with what they was taking.

Even off shift I spent the large majority of my time creating random acts of kindness and my festival started to take shape, I met some of the most open minded, conscious related beautiful souls the world could have placed at my feet. The conversations that took place were not only inspiring but gripping, I didn’t want to leave the people I had met, we were sharing knowledge about numerology, conspiracy theories, organite, an organic world with no boundaries, filled with love and happiness, no war, no poverty. We laughed for hours on end and I have left the festival feeling somewhat more complete.

Saturday night when I finished work it was time to go get amongst it. A few hours later the trips kicked in along with the feeling of freedom as I danced for hours with an enormous smile on my face as every emotion inside my body was actively flowing. The orgasmic manifestation of the drugs surging around my body enhancing the love, the lights and the dance. The open minded consciousness connecting every human through the energy and freedom that takes place on the gravel pit of a dance floor. The love is infinite.

It wasn’t long before my motor mouth took over again and I was having a conversation with the carer of a guy with cerebral palsy, now he was in his forties and couldn’t actively move nor speak, but he could understand, and trust me he understood and replied to everything I would talk to him about. So, he goes to music events takes shit loads of drugs, and not ones for the weak hearted either, he consumes DMT and LSD because it makes him feel, it connects his heart, his mind, his soul to the community, the people, the music, the lights and the love.

Yes taking drugs on a daily basis is a very harmful and damaging thing to do to yourself but some drugs, when taken correctly, or in the right environment should be fully exploited for the amazing mind opening awareness they bring you. Some practices such as Ayahuasca ceremonies have taken place in Amazonian tribes for like 50,000 years, not to mention the positive effects that Psilocybin or Ecstasy have on depression, Cannabis has on joint pain, seizures and Cancer and all these things are illegal, but, that’s not to say all drugs are great. Heroin is a pretty shit one if you ask me so it’s pretty surprising when you find out that prescription pills actually kill more people than Heroin does, or any illegal drug for that matter. On top of that cigarettes and alcohol kill more people than any illegal drugs, and McDonalds, definitely McDonalds, that Ronald is a nasty mother fucka!

Anyway, lets get back to Rainbow! After this convo I was back in a talkative mood and the LSD wasn’t too visual (or so I thought) so I made my way away from the speakers and lights to go and indulge myself in the art gallery. I bloody love art galleries at festivals, don’t they just leave you speechless?! I quickly made some friends in there after trying to get my head around some of the pictures, it’s not the easiest of task when your sober let alone when life is warping, breathing and showing you new realms of colour and life as you know it.

So it turns out the LSD was very visual, but it was only visual with what I wanted as an individual, as the whole festival had been dedicated thus far to community I believe that’s what my soul was searching for. I love experimenting with drugs and it goes to show how you can learn so much time and time again from something which is deemed such a bad thing. I had such an amazing trip and it wasn’t all spent amongst 20,000 people dancing like a looney, in fact it was spent with about 3 people drinking chai tea smoking joint after joint talking about the whole damn world, and for me that sums up my rainbow, friends, community and love.

Market stage yet again was playing some amazing techno throughout the whole festival and provided an array of top quality light shows, and when the main stage opened the festival just went off! It truly was a magical place to be, the costumes, the intensity from the psytrance combined with thousands of warriors dancing ecstatically through the blistering 35 degree heat, and if that got too much you could roll down the hill and straight into the playground for a daily dose of dub, ska and instrumental music. The theme camps were awesome and chill stage was definitely taken full advantage of  by all the suffering ravers who needed some ambient music in their life. And I can’t forget sunset stage I don’t think it stopped playing bangers all week from psy to glitch.

The doors in my journey keep on opening, and when they keep on opening you have to keep on walking through them, and it sums up last year for me and is continuing in 2017 to be such a wonderful, spiritual, healthy year. As I write this one day after Rainbow I have just had a phone call offering me a job as of next week, and I can not help to think that it’s all connected. The fact that I gave my time to help others, and in return I have been rewarded.

A big thank you to the Rainbow team and community for making it such a wonderful 20th anniversary!