F*@K the system: 5 golden rules to avoid Rangers

Van Life

For those of you who have never lived and traveled around in a van for an extended period of time, lets just say it can be a total roller coaster of  frustration and fantasy. Along with losing everything ! ALL THE TIME ! Every second of the day !! To later find it in the weirdest place, stuffed inside a pillow case under all the pots and pans thinking “How the f@%k did that end up there”. You will also be grace with views and experience you can truly call your own because know body else is there doing the same things as you. The freedom and simply no f*!ks attitude to life will have you hooked, before you know it you will debating petrol prices and chasing sunsets like a dog chasing its tail.

But your main goal every evening will be to sleep undisturbed and totally free ! In the morning you will wake up with a smugg smile knowing your beat the system and out foxed the fox as you drive off with your middle finger up at “The Man”.

How to NOT get court but rangers on the road : 

  1. Stay up late and get up early
  2. If its rained in the night move your car in the morning so the ground underneath is wet ….. shows you have only recently got there …. therefore can not possibly have slept there. “Screw you ranger”.
  3. If you are parked up on dirt, move your car to make fresh tracks in the morning . The winds will cover track laid the night before.
  4. De-sleep your car or van early so it looks just parked……. put down towels covering windows, de-steam that sweat box. Then doze in peaceful bliss.
  5. Be bold and ballsy park where you want !! It’s your journey dont let ‘The Man’ tell you how and how not to be free 🙂


Get out there and live the dream !!!

Stay stoked




Meet the Craftsmen! SBS Boards

Introducing Snell Brothers Surfboards.

SBS are a surfboard design company that are based in the South coast of the UK and have been developing surfboard & SUP designs since 2010. They are a small company but they have big dreams!

As brothers being brought up by the coast it was natural that the water became our second home and after surfing for many years throughout the UK and the world, they started to find themselves becoming more interested in board design and changing/developing the boards we had. So a natural progression was then to start to modifying their own surfboards and experimenting with designs to suit the varied surf conditions on the south coast and the rest of the UK, so after few years of research, design, prototypes and testing sessions later, they have found their designs to not only be some of the most responsive and easiest to catch waves but with great durability, style and great value. One of SBS’s key concepts is to push and pursue new, modem designs & shapes that reflect the new school style of surfing as well as testing materials to match the 21st century surfers needs.

They  keep in touch with all of their customers & take on any ideas for improvements to create the ultimate boards..


Our main focus at SBS is to dedicate ourselves to creating great performance and quality throughout all our boards at the most affordable prices.


You can find the guys here, take a look at their site and who knows – you might want to treat yourself to a board!


They also have a youtube site which you can find here




The Nullarbor: A Drive Like No Other! By Gus Warriner

The Nullarbor, or the Nulla-boring as it is often referred to!

Would I agree with this…. yes in a way I would, or at least I can sympathise with what people were saying when they described it as very long, very boring with absolutely nothing to see for the vast majority of the journey, because this is all very true. This two day slog across the barren lands of South and West Australia will test your mental sanity as your mind aimlessly wonders into regions of your psyche that have previously never been explored, your physical endurance is tested as you have to sit on your arse for 48 hours and drive into the never ending sunbaked horizon that is your new abyss and impending doom. It will also test your friendship and or relationship with your co pilot who is also battling the inevitable onset of becoming a zombie and driving on this road for the rest of eternity.

Butttttttt having said all that I wouldn’t choose any other way to cross the Nullabour for my first time, and *you should do the same and here’s why. It is truly a magical thing being able to look straight ahead, behind, left and right all the way to the horizon and see absolutely nothing at all. All there is, is you, your van and the road you have just driven which drift away behind and the endless road ahead which appears to be dropping off the edge of the world. 

“That doesn’t sound that great Gus” and “How can nothingness be beautiful” 

I wasn’t sure how to answer these because beauty comes in many forms, this one just so happened to come in the form of nothing. I have never been somewhere that I can see so far and see nothing, it was profoundly amazing, peaceful and actually a little bit worrying. ‘I don’t not want be stuck out here all alone’ *so plan your fuel stops and take extra in a tank ….. for those just in case moments.   These worried moments were about the only exciting thing that occurred, oh and the bends in the road they put in every 500 years to make sure you are still awake. But chasing the sun west and running down the horizon for 48 hours is honestly an awesome feeling something I don’t think you can do many places on this earth. *So grab a cushion get a van and get going :). 

Lets talk tactics and tips for this epic dance with the devil, should you also choose to take it on.

  1. You MUST MUST MUST have a extremely good playlist…… make that playlists, one will not do because of the sheer amount of mood swings you will be having.
  2. Iced Coffee …… this goes without saying. Its hot, your bored and you need to stay awake 🙂
  3. A camera to hand because when you do see something it is even more exciting than you can imagine because you have seen nothing for so long.
  4. Petrol stop plan….. you 100% do not want to run out of fuel out there so keep you tanks topped up.
  5. Finally food prep, because service station food is straight up shitty.

The ‘highway to hell’ (ACDC) is waiting for you. Go drive it 🙂


Thanks for reading

Stay stoked and drive safe .

Gus Warriner


Meet the Photographers! Nick Corkill

Photographer, surfer, underwater explorer, wanderer.
I have spent my adult life pursuing many different interests and looking for the next adventure. This has led me to travel the world working above and below the oceans and knocking up the air miles to qualm my wanderlust.

After 7 years in the Royal Navy I pursued a career in dive instruction which took me to working on super-yachts which is one way to see how the other 1% live. It was lacking too much meaning for me, however, it amounted to some interesting times travelling around the coasts of the stereotypical rich-man’s playgrounds.Following a short stint in the west country running a family pub next to one of Devon’s best south coast surf spots I packed my bags (again!) and moved to Australia to pursue a career in underwater videography and commercial diving eventually becoming a safety diver for James Cameron’s ‘Deep Sea Challenger’ exploration.

It’s been during these adventures, travelling, that I discovered a passion for photography, recording people and places around the globe. Now, based back in the south west of the UK I particularly enjoy documentary photography, and building stories and reasons
around the shots I take.
Oooh, and I’m also a Voice Over actor!

Ocean Encounters and Bonin Islands – By Kaori Freda

Reef sharks loiter two feet away, staring at me with curious, wide open eyes. 

Perhaps they were messengers from the reef, saying “We’ve abided your fluttering about in this ocean of ours, but it’s high time you went home and left us in peace.”

Or maybe they were a pair of oceanic bouncers, barring my entry to the sea beyond.

Chances are they were simply curious about the large blobby creature floating on the surface, and came to investigate. What a strange thing, they probably thought in their fishy brains, what a creature! I was the sole swimmer in the sea, sporting black fins. To the sharks, I probably seemed like a clumsy thing that certainly didn’t look like the octopus morsels that it toted along.

I had been in the midst of shoving my hook, line, and floater into the plastic mesh bag I had been dragging around as I snorkeled on the Bonin Islands in Japan, in hopes of catching and containing a tasty fish. I had caught a gorgeously bright neon fish, a species that was much more agile and friendly than the others I had seen, trailing after me at times. It would have been a sin to have eaten it, so I let it go.

I had trouble getting the hook out of its mouth, and it took me several agonising attempts. The fish was mostly patient about it but would jerk away when I jabbed at its little mouth too hard or abruptly pulled at the stuck metal bit.

The second time I nearly caught a fish that I had been targeting; a huge spotted fish lurked under some coral and nearly took the bait, but quickly, it grew suspicious. Now and again, as I paddled tight circles above the coral, resisting the gentle waves, I could see its head peering out from under the coral like a housewife opening the windows to air the house.

The third time, I thought I caught a fish, a small brown one with bulging eyes, but it sought refuge in a crevice and I lose the weight when I jerked too hard on the line. It must have gotten entangled by a piece of coral, since the fish was pretty small and couldn’t have put up that much of a fight.

That’s when I noticed, out of the corner of my vision, that two sharks were lingering quite nearby, peering at me with glints in their dull fishy eyes. That morning, I had read online that when threatened, sharks swim about in an exaggeratedly slow and sinuous way. These two were simply drifting in place, their pointy snouts angled in such a way so they could keep staring at me.

I decided to dump the silly plan that I had concocted before I saw the pair – to stow the line and my life jacket and try to free dive 20 feet for the weight.

I scampered, mesh bag trailing after me, octopus juice probably spewing everywhere in my wake. After a handful of smooth kicks I looked back to see if I had any followers. The sharks were tailing me, immediately to my right. I muttered a muffled “shit, that can’t be good,” into my breathing pipe and determinedly swam faster, with fewer excess movements.

In that moment, I decided not to look back, thinking that if they decided to bite then that was that. But I had also remembered that Chika had told me that nobody on Chichijima had ever been bitten and the best thing to do in the presence of sharks is to remain calm in an encounter rather than foolishly thrash about and excite the creatures. And, apparently, sharks feast at night. In the mornings and afternoons, they are more drowsy and content, unless roused.

When faced with human threat, most animals would rather take flight than ready for battle and attack, (a piece of wisdom garnered from Pi, a shipwreck survivor stuck with a Bengali Tiger for more than 200 days in a lifeboat adrift in the Pacific, from The Life of Pi, an audiobook I’ve been obsessively listening to recently). With all these tidbits floating around somewhere in the back of my mind, I kept calm. If I were a more experience diver/snorkeller/swimmer, say, a professional for the National Geographic (a far-off dream,) then I wouldn’t have blinked an eye. I probably never really had anything to worry about, but the human mind will do silly things when faced with an animal that society has made out to be a vicious man-eater (thanks to Jaws).

I reached the shallows, looked back, and sighed a breathe of relief. How exciting. I made it, in one piece.

Once I was out of the sea and on the beach, I trotted past rusty war paraphernalia imbedded partway in the sand, a tragic relic from WWII that nobody likes to talk about. (I usually store my bag and water in a foxhole near the shore, to protect my belongings from the pitter-patter of the rain.) I’m biking home now, stopping to write this little adventure on my defunct iPhone.

Since I almost drowned off the coast of Morocco, near Berrechid, I’ve mostly avoided the water. But now that I’m surrounded by it, I can’t resist but explore the life teaming below the water’s surface. I’ve watched more fish than I’ve ever seen in my life. Many of them can also be found in Hawaii~ bright, neon, jittery little things, or dull, vapid creatures combing the ocean floor and coral reef for tiny bits of food, algae, or polyps. I’ve seen cuttlefish, blue-barred parrotfish, angelfish, giant clams, frightened little sea snakes peering out of holes, blue sea stars, and a whole rainbow’s worth of sea urchins. I’d like to stay here forever. I’ll be here at least three months, hopefully more.

Yesterday a manta ray, like a dark angel of the sea, circled around me before winging its way into the ocean deep.

Today, sharks. What will tomorrow bring?

Meet the blogging team! Josh Peck

Josh comes to our blogging team with a huge wealth of travel experience. We are really excited to have him on board!
Josh kicked off his travels by buying a van off a llama trader and converted it into camper van to take with him around the length of breadth of Australia. He also is a keen surfer and spent a good portion of his trip experiencing the Australian waves.
From there he spent 6 months in South East Asia including Singapore, China, Malaysia, Cambodia, Thailand and Vietnam
Josh also does quite a bit of charity fundraising including the Nijmegen Marches in Holland, climbing Mont Blanc/Aguile De Midi and also is planning to partake in a marathon this year.
We can’t wait to hear more about his travels!

New Zealand – The Instagram Edit pt 2. by Forbes Howie

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Here, get a photae of me standing in this field.

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The #remarkables from my balcony. #queenstown

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Not bad #Queenstown ….not bad!

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Meet the photographers! – Forbes Howie


Forbes Howie – Originally from Edinburgh, Forbes has been travelling around Australia and New Zealand for the past year or so spreading his wings. His main passions in life are coffee and cycling but don’t let this cool facade fool you, he even did a season at Disney!

We will keep you posted on his travels and will be posting his ‘best bits’ from time to time, but if you would like to follow him on Instagram, you can find him here.