You have to be a little mad for the road to enjoy a stretch of highway such as this.
King’s Canyon is more than 300 kilometers from Uluru and is in close proximity to absolutely nothing else.
Uluru is precisely what is promised. It is a great hulking monolith. A shape rising seamlessly from the red sand around it.
Sewing, inclement weather, and the closest we've ever been to being flayed and turned into flesh suits (probably). All this and more as we escape the cold and head towards Australia's unforgiving Red Center.
After being dropped off at the Mt. Crawford trailhead for the Heysen, Jorge and I began to hike.
After the better part of a week out-of-van while she went under the wrench, we were ecstatic to have her back. What was less than exciting was having her rumble to a stop five-minutes down the road
We knew that this year apart was going to create a vast difference in our social interactions. We expected to recede into ourselves in ways that we never had before.
The Bear recently posted about our first experience on a section of the Heysen Trail back in September 2016. This week we decided to give it another go. These are my notes from the trail.
Week two finds us navigating free camps and back roads in South Australia.
In the midst of what felt like an extended Australian winter -- our van, our home on wheels -- was acquiring a new coat, so we packed our trekking gear and went into the ever present Antipodean wild in search of adventure. The following narrative is constructed from journal entries composed on the trail.
Steep hills. Breakdowns. Spacial awareness. Our first week in van taught us the basics of life on the road.
As the clock marks our fifteenth hour of plane travel a voice announces our imminent arrival. He and I look out the window and watch as the clouds part to reveal Australia.
Dear, sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health; I write to you to thank you for your work.
One of the most appealing aspects of the van life movement is in the dreaming --
A poem composed exclusively on the public transportation system of Melbourne.
I moved away from home several years ago. I went first for college, then for romance, and then I threw myself out an open door.
The end of an adventure is always difficult. You must marry what was with what is to come and hope that balance lies between --
I have a growing concern for my country...The fact that I am even paying attention to the election at all is a sign that something is very wrong. Donald Trump versus Hilary Clinton.
I have now been in Australia for more than two months, and yet I still write of things not so long past. Why would I deny anyone the right, born in curiosity, to know of what happens now? I feel that to understand this new adventure you must understand those previous and the lessons learned therein. You see every step, every notion, and every action prior leads to the moments now and my success within them.
What I learned from the Camino and Backpacking is as follows:
We landed in Melbourne via Air New Zealand on July 28th, 2016 but before telling of our near month stay in the city as we waited for the ideal house on wheels to make itself available to us, I must mention how absolutely fabulous (Hobbit Style Second Breakfast on our connecting flight, I’m looking at you) it was to fly Air New Zealand. Now that that has been mentioned, onward to our Melbourne misadventures. We, in the spirit of our journey, decided not to do a lot of planning before the trip; a circumstance that has allowed us to adapt quickly to figurative (and literal) bumps in the road. The first of which falls under the figurative. Our first choice in Melbourne Airbnbs* — which we requested a few hours before our flight out of LAX — denied the booking due to such short notice. We received this news during our layover in Auckland. Add equal parts stress, terror, and travel exhaustion, mix it with a 30-minute free airport wifi countdown, sprinkle in some classic miscommunication and you have the recipe for our first micro-fight. Tempers flared but then subsided, solo walks around the terminal were had, and we decided upon an Airbnb in St. Kilda with an instant booking option before boarding our connecting flight. See? We learn quickly.