Today I met Alexander Supertramp. I drank Argentinian wine with a Belgian girl and her partner, met an almost 70 year old English traveller from London; seperated from his wife and career and spending his next years on experience and emotion, on a motorbike and a pension, and I spoke with a 24 year old … Continue reading On The Fringe.
Sometimes you just need to take a day to be alone and cry a little bit on an Australian forest walk. Today i’ve decided to speak to the trees: a poem by Savannah Brown
On Wednesday, I boarded a twelve hour coach to Melbourne and waved goodbye to the city I had come to call home. Sydney has a way of making you stay regardless of your intentions; keeping you in its bubble of buzzing office workers, flourishing parks and constant network of public transport weaving around busy construction … Continue reading Goodbye Sydney.
There is something much more exciting that I wanted to write about but I have forgotten what it was and I told Todd I’d write about Backpacker cars, so here we are. Yesterday I discovered the concept of backpacker cars; cars that have been passed down through generations of travellers, cars that are often written … Continue reading Backpacker Cars & Australia’s Indigenous Population.