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"
“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 admit it, I was hardly the most positive person back in the day. When I had the chance to open up the long-shut digital annals of my Facebook account, I was shocked and horrified by what I saw. The person sitting behind that ancient machine was not me. It was an insecure and somewhat […]Read more "Break Free, Be Free, Write Like You Mean It"
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"
I’m struggling to figure out if I’m readjusting to life in Australia or not. On one hand, it still feels like I should be in Germany, planning my next little excursion to some nearby country and greeting people with “Hallo”. On the other hand, I feel like I’ve never even left Adelaide. Skills I thought […]Read more "A Return to “Normal”"
It’s now an hour and a week since I returned to Adelaide, which really shocks me to think about. This week has just flown by in a blaze of confusion, overwhelming feelings and reunions. It’s flown, but I’m still trying to figure out if it was because I was having fun. Returning home after exchange […]Read more "Reflections on the Future (Or, After Travel)"
Someone once told me that home isn’t a place, but more of an idea within us. You can feel at home anywhere if you want to. For me, home is now a bit of a scattered concept. Sure, I’ve got my life, my savings and my library here in Adelaide, but I have a piece […]Read more "First Impressions of Home"