Down with the big city. Bright lights don’t draw me in. I’m not a moth. I’m not a fly. Zap me with sex, drugs and rock’n’roll, not Gucci or Prada or Culture Kings. Well, actually, bright lights are pretty nice now and then. But after a while, the bug-zapping effect becomes too much. Before my […]Read more "Bonica and the Electric Holy Road Trip – Part 3"
“WHERE ARE WE GOING?” Bonica attempted to shout over the music and through the morning softness at the back of her throat. “MEL-BOURRRRNE.” I replied with a heartily, ridiculously, rolled R-R-R-R. I tugged on the bottom of my hastily-neatened beard and squinted my eyes against the rising sun. I was driving into that morning orb, […]Read more "Bonica and The Electric Holy Road Trip – Part 1"
“I’m going to see Buddha if it kills me! It should be right around here.” It’s a bit of a cliché to start off a sentence with “It’s a bit of a cliché…” but… It’s a bit of a cliché to call a hill “rolling”, but the bubbling green mounds around Sellick’s Beach’s Nan Hai […]Read more "On the Electric Holy Road Again (or: Blasting Through the Peninsula in a Rainbow-Powered Sedan)"
The fisherman, silhouetted against a cool sun, cast out his line and caused a barely perceptible ripple in the middle of the wide, watery mirror that is Lake Como, Italy. Across from my vantage point – a rock wall above stranded and bobbing boats – I could see the slowly rising mountains and the tiny […]Read more "The Holy Off-Season on Lake Como"
Is “Hipster” a Dirty Word? I’ll admit it, I’m probably what a few people would call a bit of a Hipster. I don’t think it’s too bad, I’m not too far gone, but I definitely would like to count myself as one of the “different”. I think the root of this definitely stems from a […]Read more "Hip in Adelaide, Hipper in Melbourne"
So it’s the end of the semester and people are heading home. All of the friends made while on exchange, all of those travellers following the same misty roads as you, will soon be branching off onto further adventures on their own. The future is vast and scary and unknowable. It is, however, a sea […]Read more "Don’t fear Goodbyes, they don’t exist anymore"
“Solitude is fine but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine.” ― Honoré de Balzac On Monday night I decided to give my veteran bicycle one last ride before I sold it onwards. Like a man playing with his beloved dog before it gets put down I felt a real bittersweet release for […]Read more "Alone on Tour"