Friday, December 27, 2013

P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney

Goodbye for now Melbourne. Things change, people change, and after 2 and a half weeks, I needed a change. I packed both my bags and in a matter of three hours I found myself a ride to Sydney. I needed to get back to the traveling basics. I came to Australia to travel, so that’s what I was going to do.

In St. Kilda I boarded a Jucy Traveling Van driven by two lovely German girls. Joana and Svenja had been driving around for the last 3 months living out of their van. They had been up and down the eastern coast meeting new people, sleeping in rest stops, and surviving off of bread and noodle rations. A young German/Ukrainian dude my age named Aki, had just joined them as well. He was a freshy, only being in Australia for about 3 weeks. I completed the caravan of 4 and away we went, bound for Sydney. We left Sunday and intended to arrive on Friday the 27th.




I traded the concrete jungle of Melbourne for the real jungle. As I watched the buildings disappear into the grey out the back window, my stresses also started to disappear. I turned around, looked forward, had a moment of clarity, which I would soon have more of, and thought with a smile on my face, “At least you tried”. I tried.

We made it two hours out of town before we decided to set up camp at a rest stop. All of my previous car travel experiences were that of busting nuts to get to your destination as fast as possible, even driving through the night. This would be a bit different. We had 6 days to get to Sydney; we were going to take 6 days to get to Sydney. Flustered at first, my travel instincts and thoughts resurfaced. “It’s not necessarily about the destination, it’s about the journey.” “Just go with it, let go, and just be, Jamie!” The travel bug had worked its way back up to my brain.



It was time to get to know the people I would be traveling with for the next few days. And take some time to figure out my new camera.



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