Marcel Romdane — loving husband, coffee-fuelled bush pilot, wildlife photographer, cowboy (of sorts), full-time victim of mindless immigration bureaucracy, professional bad-decision maker, crash-test dummy for horses, and a loyal repeat customer of several overly amused chiropractors—who by now should probably issue him a VIP punch card. Martial arts practitioner, elephant saver, recovering philanthropist, businessman with a baffling knack for detonating bureaucratic landmines, and accidental chaos manufacturer.

His résumé reads like a bucket list rewritten by Kafka on aviation fuel: every line scratched out with a weary “been there, done that, barely survived.” Having torched his dreams at an alarming rate—and after the rude discovery that there’s still far too much lifetime left to fill—he now fuels the fire by documenting past misadventures with a pen dipped in sarcasm and jet fuel.

Founder of the Campfire Syndicate, sworn arsonist against beige mediocrity, and architect of the BeeCoin rebellion, Marcel has weaponized storytelling into a blunt-force instrument—half memoir, half Molotov. His words don’t “inspire”—they leave scorch marks, napalm trails, and the faint buzzing of bees in the reader’s skull.

He flies with Drax—a Labrador retriever, emotional support liability, animal vacuum cleaner, and unhinged mascot of the Syndicate—whose skills include retrieving dead rodents, eating socks, and providing moral support in the form of chaos. Together, man and dog operate at the outer limits of sanity, aviation, and sarcasm.

A seasoned specialist in the art of narrowly evading catastrophe—sometimes in the air, sometimes on horseback, and occasionally just by attempting to get out of bed—Marcel has spent a lifetime dodging disasters, both airborne and legal, all of them ridiculous.

Most of his past exploits are best left unremembered—which works out perfectly, except for the unfortunate fact that he insists on writing them all down, lighting them on fire, and dropping them on unsuspecting readers.

Nicole Romdane – The Saint, The Sidekick, The Cleanup Crew

Nicole Romdane is the unsung hero, the reluctant stunt double, and the highly patient crisis manager behind every one of Marcel’s adventures. As the backbone of every operation (and every subsequent disaster), she has perfected the art of damage control—whether it’s retrieving him from yet another poorly thought-out escapade, negotiating with confused officials, or just sighing deeply as he announces his latest grand idea with the enthusiasm of a caffeinated border collie.

She did not sign up for this life. Or rather, she thought she hadn’t. The Armani suits, the luxury hotels—it all seemed like the beginning of a glamorous fairy tale. Instead, she found herself riding motorcycles through blizzards, navigating deserts in vehicles held together by Marcel’s optimism, and discovering that “vacation” usually meant sleeping under the open sky next to some highly questionable wildlife.

A woman of resilience, sarcasm, and an ever-expanding emergency preparedness kit, Nicole has survived bush planes piloted by a man who considers weather reports “optional reading,” horseback rides that end in chiropractor appointments, and a marriage that operates less like a calm partnership and more like an action movie with no stunt doubles. She has conquered a fear of flying, an aversion to near-death experiences, and the realisation that “this will be a quiet weekend” is always a blatant lie.

Despite it all, she wouldn’t trade it for anything. As the steadfast sidekick to a husband who defies both logic and self-preservation, she has mastered the balance of adventure and exasperation. She is the voice of reason, the emergency brake, and the only person capable of getting Marcel to sit still for more than five minutes.

And when all else fails, she relies on the one thing stronger than even his worst ideas—her unshakable faith that, together, they can handle absolutely anything.