Part 1 of 3. I grew up in the eastern suburbs in Adelaide, South Australia. It was a pretty good place to do so. I would spend a lot of my pre-driving days climbing and playing in the spectacular Morialta Conservation park and the surrounding Adelaide Hills. In season, I would ride my bike into the Adelaide hills to pick olives that were growing all over, and when packed with all I could carry, I would ride to the Magill Grain Store to sell my load of hand picked olives. My

We have lived on the edge for years. Taken massive risks with valuable cargo. Scoffed at the possibility of irreplaceable loss. Toyed with Murphy (Murphy's law) and defied the odds. Baggage handlers don't have the best reputation for caring for your bags, and let's face it, when wrapping precious bottles of wine in socks, t-shirts and between shoes, the risk of disaster is ever present. After years of perfecting the use of strategically placed stiff cardboard, bubble wrap and