Whenever I listen to that song today, I can close my eyes and feel the motion of the car, the wind in my hair and this intense swell of love.
Melbourne is like Sydney’s anarchist sibling. It’s the one who went rogue; the middle child who decided to leave his cookie cutter Aussie family and be everything everyone else his family wasn’t.
Whenever I go to the Blue Mountains, I like to imagine I’m going back in time. From boarding the rickety old tin train at Central station to off-boarding at the center of town, breathing in that cold mountain air.
“The flâneur observer.. whose aim is to derive the eternal from the transitory and to see the the poetic in the historic. A person who walks the city in order to experience it, discovering it as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy, the flâneur finds the world ‘picturesque.”
It’s actually quite a difficult situation for the council because when a person is eaten by a crocodile, the families left behind usually want the guilty croc executed. They actually have to take the suspects and X-ray their stomachs for human remains. But the thing is when a family requests it to be shot, it’s almost always the apex predator; the highest crocodile in the food chain.
We hit the road early, coffees in hand and music turned up. We listened to a 90’s playlist and snacked on caramel cookies and granola bars.
In the morning I was awoken by the sun soaking our tent, creating a glowing red tint. I squirmed out of my sleeping bag and stretched my arms across the bed, listening to the sounds of the kookaburras in the distance.
Tasmania is unbelievable barren and empty, it’s the best place to live if you want to be off-grid. Even while flying in I could see miles of empty fields, forests, and lakes, with no sign of human development. It’s a real rarity to see something like that these days. We drove from Hobart to Bridport […]
We left Bondi with the windows down, wind in our hair and 90s music blaring. We sang loudly as we passed through gumtree lined streets lined and breathtaking bays dotted filled with little sailboats. Once we arrived we found a group of long-haired hippies carrying guitars and drums into the forest. We followed them to a […]
Konichiwa, I’m in Japan! Only for a little stopover. Well, its a 12-hour stopover, so not exactly ‘little.’ The flight from Delhi was about 7 hours. I watched 3 movies on the flight: Spotlight, Irrational Man and Jungle Book. Japan Airlines is the best by the way, if you ever get the chance, fly with them. […]