HK and the GEN News World Summit

HK airport.  “Go right through sir’. Next left and there they are, Taxis. The body mind remembers. But, after a sleepless night on a 747, it all seems a bit tricky when I realise I’m not that travel guy anymore.  I certainly wasn’t ready for my next sensory experience, a HK taxi and its roller coaster ride on a trolley of hope.  “Where to sir”, was all he got out before he floored it. “Ah Shangrila – ok”. I don’t know why I even bothered, we were already half way to somewhere. Fast is all I remember, 0 – 12o kph in nothing flat, then 140 kph and  flying among a highway on a brisk HK morning with the window slightly ajar. I’m feeling wind, cold wind in my face. I’m waking – quickly – I need to be awake in case this idiot slams into something. We go faster 160kph ‘Get you there quick’. I watched the Ayrton Sena documentary on the plane and want to strangle the driver. He swerves and then, as we hit the bridge, he slows slightly to 120 . It’s only a short respite though. Fangio speeds up once he’s set his bearings in the fog that’s covering the bridge. I guess he feels travelling blind at 160kph 500 feet above the water, is best because it means we’ll be off the bridge quicker. The saving grace is that HK is a relatively small joint where everything seems to pass faster. No sooner are we off the bridge than Dalek like cranes begin to pop out of the fog.  There’s Salisbury Road. I know where we are and in a few hundred meters I’ll be home, safe at my hotel. There’s the Martini bar “Stop! I’ll walk from here”. Like hello. I’ve got another five days of this. Honkers – funny thing is – it works.

I’m here for a news conference that’s defining editorial principles and tools, to help build  the foundations to establish a sustainable business model for news media.  Maybe I’ll just hit the bar to ruminate with other Taxi passengers, or maybe, I’ll just go to my room and drink that bottle of 407 I brought over for Professor Quinn…mmm.

Honkers harbour from my hotel


Winning Mojo formula

Press Release: NT Mojos scoop the awards at the Fist Full of Films festival in Darwin. Four of the mojo films made the final 20. “I’m so excited I need to write a speech just in case” said Brendan Yunupingu whose mojo story ‘Bush Medicine’ went on to win  the hotly contested best Indigenous gala. Gerald Yawulkpuy’s ‘Ramo News’ was voted best documentary. Developed by Burum Media, supported by BIITE and funded by the Australian Government, NT Mojo teaches mobile journalism skills that can create a less marginalised Indigenous voice. “This is great for our community stand up and have our say” says Brendan, who travelled for 7 hours in a bus with his wife and baby to be at the awards. For Gerald, who made the trip from Ramingining with his mum Mia, the win brought mixed feelings. “I’m sad my dad is not here to see this, but proud of what I did – really proud”. His pride was contagious, Mia was the proudest mum in town, “Look at these boys, I can’t believe it, I have no words, just tears of joy.”

The making of NT Mojo documentary is available at . The mojo stories are at A 7:30 Report on mojo can be found at

NT Mojos scoop the awards at FFOF in Darwin