A brief perusal of the Tasmanian Parks Service website will give the impression that the bushwalk to Frenchman’s cap is second only in difficulty to the ascent of Everest. It will take at LEAST 3 long, hard days. If you have not spent your life walking in Tasmania and do not have insulated GoreTexTM underwear […]
My classmates were exactly the sort of inbred degenerates you would expect: an unusually short and hairy yet bald mainlander hippy Jew with a ferocious appetite for alcohol and unhinged women, an irritating contortionist/undertaker who liked to cross-dress, a dead-eyed ASIO assassin turned vegan environmentalist, a pompous pommy git who had made a fortune selling […]