Who is Skunk?

Hi, my name is Skunk. And before you say it - I’m a bear, not a dog. Roaaarrrrr! Don’t let that cute puppy-eye look fool ya. That’s just to convince people to buy me a drink. So why the heck do they call me Skunk? It’s a long story. Maybe I’ll tell you over a pint some day.

Anyways, you wanted to know more about me... You’ve probably already guessed that I enjoy a drink or three. If not, the mounting photographic evidence will soon give it away. I’ve been moto-traveling with Aidan and Maria for many years. It’s a pretty sweet deal: I get to ride on the tank of Maria’s bike and go everywhere they go. We’ve braaped around Europe, Australia and the Americas together, exploring big cities, wild remote places, and all the deserts, mountains, forests and beaches in between.

In return, all I have to do is pose for photos, and provide Maria with hugs. You may have noticed my slightly bedraggled and squashed appearance. That’s not old age (and definitely has nothing to do with excessive alcohol consumption). It’s just that there have been some cuddle-intensive times. I pretend like it’s a chore, but it’s not so bad, really. Don’t tell her though. I quite appreciate a sip of vino for my ‘hard work’.