Mountain Jam [The Way a Man Lives]

Ahaha. That last post was shit, I'm sorry.

While the other foolish Americans were sucking on the bitter teet of the Australian and New Zealand tourism industry, we were having an epic adventure. Zorbing? Skydiving? Visiting huge rocks in the middle of the desert? This is not how a man lives.

THIS is how a man lives.


The famous mountain views were on the other side of the mountains, so our choices of fun activities were $60 cave tours, mushroom picking, or fishing. We chose the MANLIEST option.

We took with us only the essentials.


This was indeed a mighty catch, but surely worthy warriors such as we deserved a much better feast. And indeed, what is more of a king's feast than cornflake breaded chicken?


Although we brought our own beverages, it seems that the owner left his own special stock. The temptation was great, and unfortunately we resisted.



Oh, and we made a new friend that day. Meet Little Tim.


We ran across him near the lake, and he decided to follow our motley crew. Who are we to deny his friendship?


Unfortunately, the International Space Station was in danger of crashing into an orphanage, so Little Tim had to leave to save the day. Godspeed, Little Tim.