It feels to me like there's a global movement being run by a secret society intent on mind-controlling our children, writes Rhys Darby.

The other day I came across the phenomenon known as competitive parenting.

Fed up with the beach side bliss in Zanzibar, the family and I decided to re-embark on some more African adventure, this time with the Child Fund organisation.

I was starting to lose it, I could feel it. "Resort to comedy, use your imagination!" I said to myself, writes Rhys Darby.

Rhys Darby continues his travels in Africa - hampered by a fever and sore throat. "All drugged up I feel much better. Up here it's like living on a weird rock planet in another world."

Walking gently uphill on a track for four hours. We passed through some rain forest and enjoyed the spectacle of colobus monkeys dancing in the trees.

I realised I was being physically blocked from leaving the store, writes Rhys Darby. Feeling vulnerable on my own and bullied I suddenly panicked like a claustrophobic in a sleeping bag.

Today I woke up with a hiss and a roar, not because I was raring to go but because my 3-year-old body-slammed me.

Nasa's Mars rover Curiosity finally caused some real curiosity last week with a photo of what appeared to be a "rat" on Mars, writes Rhys Darby.

I'm going to be climbing Mt Kilimanjaro next month to raise money for World Vision's newest initiative; microfinance: World Vision Micro.

Yes, that's right, I let my 7-year-old boy watch Doctor Who. He loves itm writes Rhys Darby. He's watched all of the David Tennant episodes.

"It's Anzac week. We should do something," he said. "Let's dress up!" I said.

It will be almost impossible to readjust back to Earth's much stronger gravity once they've spent time on Mars, writes Rhys Darby.

My Cornish rappers have arrived, writes Rhys Darby. I'm really happy that I could start this week's column with that sentence.

So I've been shooting this comedy pilot for the ABC network in America.

Last week was crazy. We went up to the beach house for the first time in a long time only to discover the kitchen ceiling had caved in!

I turned 39 last week. It was probably the quietest birthday I've ever had but for some reason it hit me the most emotionally.

My blue Fiat 500 has a nemesis, writes Rhys Darby. Almost every day I've come across it, a red Mini darts in front of me at the lights and steals my hotel parking spot.

The freeways of America are like giant veins twisting and turning, rushing life from one zone to the next, writes Rhys Darby.

Hello readers, it's the Darby here. Well, like a cheese that's been left out in the heat, I'm off again.

Hello sons of beaches, daughters of blue skies, I'm back. What a hot summer eh?

I never believed the world would suddenly end, but I liked the idea that it was possible.

This will be my last column before the end of the world. With that in mind, I've decided to divide this one up into three sections.

Well folks, it's that time of year again! The Christmas season is upon us. Often a confusing time of the year for those visiting the Southern Hemisphere.

Now we all know he's famous for adventuring around the world and eating bugs but guess what?

Summer is here, everyone. I'm officially making the call. In fact, I decided to make the call last week. I'm just putting it in writing for you now, writes Rhys Darby.

There comes a time in every man's life when he has to learn to ride a bike. That time is rapidly approaching for my 7-year-old, writes Rhys Darby.

A VIP invitation arrived in the mail for Big Boys Toys, an extravaganza of all things masculine and cool