told 18-year-old me that I would be making a living cooking over campfires in the wilderness—we Aussies call it the bush—he would have been slightly appalled. (He was such a snob!) Back then, I was on track to become an investment banker and make millions. I imagined that by the time I was 30, I’d probably be living in Sydney or New York, driving an Aston Martin, and living in a mansion. I only liked camping and overlanding because I didn’t have the money to live the high
