“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)"
I think I found the magic ingredient. It’s movement. It’s nomadism. It’s constant play, acceptance of ourselves as Homo Ludens. After a brief escape to the paddocks, hills and lakes of the Adelaide Hills, driving along winding roads at 100 kilometers an hour, I feel refreshed and energised, like some spark has reignited somewhere among […]Read more "The Electric Nomad of the Adelaide Hills"