Being a West Australian I have always been of the opinion that the best coast is the west coast, however exploring the south coast of Australia in the last few days has invited me to question this assumption and has given me a greater appreciation of the south’s answer to our wild and barren yet beautiful western side of the vast nation i call home.
First stop along the coast was the Royal National Park, located just outside of Sydney, this bush was reminiscent of my grandparent’s farm where march flies and muddy creeks are commonplace. The type of country you imagine when someone tells you they have ‘gone bush’ for a bit.
We continued further south, to a place which more closely resembles something from the teletubbies than from a nation renowned for it’s rainless days, Kiama where we met with some old family friends, sharing red wine and walking their dog Misty in the great outdoors, while keeping an eye out for migrating whales. The view from the balcony of their home shows just how varied this magical place is, where the palm trees remind us that where we stand today there once was a rainforrest, and the mountains on the horizon means that night comes quicker and is colder than in the mountainless West.
The next stop was a small place in whoopwhoop called Duras, a beachside town with trees as tall as the giants you were told about as a smallchild. Located just outside of a national park life is slow and simple here and water is collected in tin rain tanks. The beauty of the ocean reminds me that this land is collected to the land i call home, the same water kisses the shores of my home break. It feels familiar, yet worlds away from rugged WA. As always, standing on the beach looking out into the enormity of the ocean serves as a reminder that although my life’s burdens might seem like the ocean, they are just one a few minuscule water particles in a vast expanse of sea.
there is some kind of magic in our ability to take a snapshot in time, and store a moment by collecting light. Photographs are magic, as they look like reality and over time they remind us of what it was to see what we once saw in real life. something that is lost when we examine the final product in real time, what our face looks like if we raise one eye brow or smile slightly wider while facing the selfie camera on the iphone… there is something rawer, realer, more honest and innocent when we just click the ‘capture’ button without the ability to review how we want to remember the moment with the lens.. i like leaving it up somewhat up to chance, letting the candid and unmediated subject speak for itself, instead of starting the editing process before the press of a button. this is what i like about my go pro hero 2. Here are three favourites from my adventures around sydney today the photographs are closer to the golden age of analogue photography, where the amateurs who now wield selfie sticks and capture 2003893839kb of images reminding them of the continuance of their mundane existence were weeded out covering the lens with their sticky fingers, or not understanding white balance or how the shadows and sun translate into a photograph. I like the results. They make me happy, and more inclined to ditch the selfie and let the camera itself choose the filter for how i choose to impart my existence to the world visually by capturing memories the snap happy way!
It may have been an overcast day when I first cast eyes on Bondi beach, however the natural beauty of Australia’s most well known beach was breathtaking all the same.
Mainly populated by tourists with selfie sticks (lord help us!) and enthusiastic surfers on account of the swell, this is a place where you feel truly blessed to be alive and able to experience the enormity of nature and the ocean.
Travelling alone – why do it?
I like the freedom to drift and float. The freedom from an itinerary. The freedom from someone else’s travel experience expectations. Sometimes what you want out of travel is merely the chance to go about your life some place else for a little while, to break away from the places and people that you associate with every day to allow yourself to reflect on where you are and where you want to be. Continue reading
Imagine my surprise when I touched down in Singapore in July last year and realised my connecting flight to Istanbul was not at 1:45pm that day, but 1:45am the next (read about sleeping in airports here).
Slightly blearily on account over over indulgence on the delicious complimentary Singapore slings (anything with gin and/or grenadine, yes please!) I decided it was time to go exploring.
With a few Singaporean dollars, a metro pass and a sense of adventure I roamed around this oriental delight of a city for the best part of a day.
If you have a couple of hours to kill in Singapore, i can recommend purchasing a sweet crepe from the Bugis street markets (and doing a spot of shopping of course!), marvelling at the stupendous Marina Bay sands mall and the accompanying Gardens by the Bay where the canopy of super-trees will really have you feeling like a ladybird in a field of grass.
The floating baby sculpture at Gardens by the Bay also had me wondering whether those Singaporean slings had been incredibly potent or I had simply lost the plot from delirium due to my hasty flight booking.
Here are a selection of snaps I took on my (surprise!) stopoever. Continue reading
While I was cleaning out my room today I happened across a wall hanging I picked up somewhere in Nepal.The wall hanging has a quote from the Dalai Lama
Every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others; to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings. I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry or think badly about others. I am going to benefit others as much as I can.
This find inspired me to open up my Nepal travel journal, what I found was quite a powerful entry! Please excuse the kind of new-age hippy vibe – i was about 19 when i wrote this. I hung it up on my window to remind me of that trip and what I gained from it spiritually.
Tuesday 5th of Feb 2013
We are sitting in a cafe called Moondance wearing our ugly beanies and our ridiculously puffy ski jackets,, but getting stared at as if we are either Mirranda Kirr or wearing our bathers. Which is borderline flattering, but a little scary too.
I am drinking my coffee black and we are both re-evaluating our lives and spirituality,
Yesterday I brought a wall hanging with the quote from the dalai lama about ‘A precious human life’. This quote kind of sums up our experience in Nepal so far.
Since we have arrived in this very interesting country we are had a realisation of just how precious and fragile human life is and can be.
Although we have only been here for two days I already appreciate my life back home and both C and I feel very lucky that we have been blessed with the countless abundance of opportunities that have been part of our privileged Western upbringing.
People say a visit to the third world changes you. When you hear someone say this when you are at home in the comfort of your own bubble, perhaps you roll your eyes or accuse them of being some new age idealistic hemp loving tree hugging hippy. Continue reading
A most magical place, which I can almost not believe truly exists, except I can assure you it does, as I have visited and taken these two photos. Places like this really do make me in awe of this planet that we live on and all it’s wonders. What astounds me in particular is the colour palette, the emerald green of the glassy lake contrast with the more earthy tones of the surrounding jungle to create a kaleidoscope of bluey-greens which seems almost too saturated to be real life