Its easy to lose track of time when there is no discernible difference between day and night - its all the same here. Just a small variation in the quality of the light. Bright midday sun all day long heightened by the constant blazing glare off the snowcover and the glistening ice, softening to a … Continue reading …blur
Category: Fuck travel warnings
…Antarctic Riviera
I’m here. After 14 days at sea, sailing though some of the most treacherous and stormy waters on the globe; Internet and Phone free, crammed into a small cabin with my 3 new best friends and challenged by living alongside 100 new coworkers; rattled and shaken and frozen and soaked, thrown about like a kite … Continue reading …Antarctic Riviera
Day 2 and still here …
Well after the best damn nights sleep I’ve had in ages, we are still anchored just off Port Arthur, sheltering from the massive waves that stopped us leaving yesterday. Waking up late (9.00am) and having no formal duties aboard (my actual work starts at Davis station ), a cooked breakfast (food here is amazing) and … Continue reading Day 2 and still here …
…FREEEEEEEEEE!
Monday morning I fly to Hobart for the next part of my journey So far I have packed 4 times (not unusual), stopped myself from buying shit I don't need (highly unusual), and caught up with friends (lucky as its a long weekend and everyone's away). Totally running out of time but still procrastinating massively … Continue reading …FREEEEEEEEEE!
…moments
9am Sunday, Portland Oregon. Downtown. ...a gaunt bearded man in sandals, torn black pleather and dirty grey tracksuit pants shuffles by the corner window of Powells Bookstore cafe, wheeling a wobbling red Zimmer frame overflowing with glistening black garbage bags filled with everything he owns in this world. He doesn't look up, doesnt see me. … Continue reading …moments
…care factor
Last night I saw one of my teenage idols - Pat Benatar - live in a small Indian Casino close to here (SO good), then met a friend at a local bar to catch up after. That turned into another post 3am night out. As a result I am slightly hung over today and my … Continue reading …care factor
…9 lives.
I'm a cat person. Love 'em. Miss 'em. Identify. They're magical : a solitary, multidimensional and independent creature existing in a state of unpredictable duality. Peace/Violence, Contentment/Fury. Mostly warm, cuddly and purrrrrry, but never more than a millisecond from becoming a chaotic death dealing whirlwind of tendons, teeth and talons. Personally, I'm mostly like that … Continue reading …9 lives.
trapped…
There a war of sorts going on here in Thailand. Its an urban battle fought house by house, corner by corner, street by street. Every man, woman and child armed to the teeth, ready to engage. Pickup trucks full of masked combatants prowl past the safety of the hostel windows. The wail of ambulances echo through … Continue reading trapped…
time machine 2…
... it seemed a hundred years had passed since I'd heard the first whale blow and every nerve ending in my body was sparkling. Soaked in adrenaline, buzzed on nicotine and cocooned in a humming halo of nervous energy, my monkey brain overloaded - 'eeeep!' - then shut down. Fight, flight or freeze. I froze: … Continue reading time machine 2…
Back to the present…
I'm travelling overseas more and more frequently now as my last real anchor to a conventional life was buried with Mum in February. All that remains now is a need to keep moving, and the notion of settling down and making do is vanishing behind me. So... this 'Travel' thing eh? I'm totally lost to … Continue reading Back to the present…
Man Down! 