I have been travelling since July, and before that I spent the summer filming in Tasmania (Nov 2005 - Feb 2006)

It is interesting to read online what is happening in Australia. For 10 years Australia has had a conservative government, which has changed the Australian way of life in ways I don't agree with...but a country gets the politicians it deserves, 'love thy neighbour, build a bigger fence!'.

The ABC are looking at outsourcing all it's documentary production and Kakadu National Park, run by the Nazi wing of Australia's National Parks Department won't mention anything about the high cancer rates of Aborigines living near the uranium mine in Kakadon't in their tourist brochures.

In other news, it seems everyone is having a go at online travel videos.

I want to tell you a story about why I don't travel with travel guidebooks like lonely planet. When I arrived in Dublin, I had nothing planned, the American girl sitting next to me on the plane on the other hand had a room booked, everything organised. I got off the plane, headed to town, asked some young Aussies I met on the street where a good hostel was and sure enough, they showed me to a primo place. After unloading my gear, I went for a drink with the Aussies and when heading to a bar, I saw the poor Amercian girl, still on the street, head in book, sweating profusely, unable to find directions to her booked room.

I like head up travel, talking to people, getting a feel for a place from locals...not some wanker travel writer! I think the likes of social network websites like couchsurfing and hospitalityclub mark the deathknell for travel guides...why lug around a heavy guidebook when you can use social networks on the internet to meet local people??

Wanker of the week!!

Maybe I have been travelling too long...but I currently have very little tolerance for government incompetence. This weeks 'Wanker of the Week' goes to Manuel Hurtado of the Patronato Del Real Alcazar y De la Casa Consistorial in Sevilla. Despite doing everything asked of me to film in the gardens at the Real Alcazar, good old Manuel forgot to tell the over zealous security guards of my visit, so in the end I filmed nada, nothing