From Nearly Vomiting on My First Tour to Becoming Fully Booked
They say to picture your audience in their underwear to calm your nerves. That did not help me on my first tour. I was so nervous, I nearly vomited. Literally. Clipboard shaking, voice cracking, sweat pooling in places I didn’t know could sweat. And yet… that awkward, imperfect day kicked off something bigger than I could’ve imagined. Today? We’re booked out months in advance. Here’s how I got from nearly throwing up to running one of Sydney’s most talked-about native food experiences.
Table of Contents
- The First Tour: What Went Horribly, Hilariously Wrong
- Why I Kept Showing Up (Even When It Was Embarrassing)
- Learning on the Fly: Passion Over Polish
- When Imperfection Becomes Your Superpower
- The Guests Who Changed Everything
- Fully Booked, But Never Boring
- Conclusion: Vomit, Vulnerability, and Victory
The First Tour: What Went Horribly, Hilariously Wrong
It was a trade famil. Industry folk. Big-brand ITOs with clipboards and no facial expressions. I was shaking like a leaf. My welcome pitch? I stuttered. Forgot the order. Mispronounced “Davidson plum.” At one point, I think I offered someone a napkin instead of a tasting spoon. Professional? Not even close. But real? Very.
Why I Kept Showing Up (Even When It Was Embarrassing)
After that first hot mess, I had two choices: go back to finance and forget I ever tried this… or show up again. I chose the latter. Every time I hosted, I got 1% better. I still fumbled. Still forgot lines. But the guests? They didn’t care. They weren’t after a TED Talk. They wanted flavour, story, and someone who gave a damn. That, I had in spades.
Learning on the Fly: Passion Over Polish
I didn’t go to hospitality school. I went to “learn-as-you-go” university, majoring in guest feedback and trial-by-fire. I once forgot a whole picnic lunch. Another time, I left someone’s bush hamper on a park bench it got stolen. But I made it right. I learned fast. And I led with heart. Turns out, people remember that more than perfection.
When Imperfection Becomes Your Superpower
Something wild happened as I leaned into the imperfection. People connected. They weren’t just tasting green ants they were seeing someone chase a dream, fumbles and all. The stutter became part of the charm. The mullet wasn’t just a haircut it was a middle finger to stiff, snobby tourism. And the tours? They started filling up. Not because I was flawless. Because I was real.
The Guests Who Changed Everything
The couple who cried tasting lemon myrtle cheesecake. The solo traveller who said this was the only experience that felt “truly Australian.” The ITO who rebooked 20 guests after I botched the pitch but nailed the experience. They’re the reason I kept going. They turned this side hustle into a movement.
Fully Booked, But Never Boring
Today, our tours sell out. Media call. Cruise ships book. And yet, every single walk, picnic, and distillery visit still has my fingerprints on it. We’re founder-led, native-first, and emotionally unforgettable. It’s not just about the food. It’s about the feeling people leave with and the connection they didn’t see coming.
Conclusion: Vomit, Vulnerability, and Victory
I nearly vomited on my first tour. That’s the headline. But here’s the footnote: I showed up anyway. Again and again. Now we’re fully booked, forging connections through native food, and rewriting what Australian food tourism should look like. If you’re waiting to be perfect before starting something? Don’t. Perfection never built anything great.
Wildly Australian, deeply local. And a little bit sweaty on day one.









