“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)"
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"