It is great to hear the coyote’s howling around our camp. Because of the relatively small and scattered human population on the Baja, we are remote enough to hear the coyote’s calling to their neighbour’s nearly every night and early in the morning. They put the wind up Gael one morning at the site we now call Coyote Camp. Gael had beaten me out of the truck for our morning walk, and had been gone about fifteen minutes when she heard the Coyote...

Keen to avoid another Tasmanian winter and experience other places and cultures we are on the move again. Our last taste of Overland travel did nothing to satisfy our urge to travel outside Australia. Our previous travels through North America, parts of Europe and Africa did convince me that I travel way to fast in my attempt to 'see what is over the next hill'.