Monday 6 July 2015

An Afterword!



Australia was AMAZING!!!
A year I will never forget and a year that has influenced my life so much since! There is absolutely no way it all went to plan. There's no way it all went right and it definitely wasn't without infinite problems but there's very little I would change, though I would do it very differently if I were to go back.
Now I'm going to address something that's come up often since, Travelling Alone. I do have more to say on the subject now, a year and a half, and multiple trips later, but for now I'll stick to my thoughts and feelings after returning home from my first big trip; Australia!

I still can't work out if travelling alone is refreshing or depressing. Both maybe, and neither and so much more.
Having the money to pack your days with activities, go to enjoy the bar and atmosphere of the evening, that's great. That was New Zealand, though I had Rich for company with me there, I had the travel alone freedom, the fun. But that isn't really the reality.
Travelling on a budget is different, harder. That freedom is lost slightly. You constantly check yourself; at each activity, limiting your drinks in the bar. It takes meeting those special people to really create the experience.
I guess the big difference is the way you travel. New Zealand would have had that freedom of experience with or without a friend there. Why? Because it was a tour; a bus, taking a group of people from one place to the next. You're thrown into a social environment, with little choice but to mix, and that's okay.
But that's not really travelling alone. That's travelling individually, with a group of people. Travelling alone you plan your transport, your stops, your activities, your destinations. It includes tours, but that's only part of it. It's individual parts put together by you. The people you meet aren't doing the same thing. They have their own agenda, but that's okay because you're free to do what you want. You meet a person or people and maybe stay a bit longer to enjoy the company or you change a plan for a little while, you're not constrained. Then you move on. You follow your plan, they follow theirs, then maybe you meet more people, or you spend time enjoying your own company. And it's not always easy. You don't have a safe package that tells you where, how or when you'll get somewhere. You don't always have company when you want it. Sometimes it is scary, you feel lost, have no clue what you're doing, but the experience is completely yours!


Homeward Bound!!! (Jan 11-13th)


Even leaving wasn't without it's dramas. Breaking down (again). Nearly not making it to Sydney!
But a beautiful last minute stop in the Blue Mountains.





Then an amazing hotel room in Korea. I had an apartment, pretty much!












And then after 2days of travelling, landing in London to a British winter... and a big red fleecy jumper!!! (Thanks Mam)

Home to Christmas, Birthday and Easter all rolled into one. It's good to get home!






Saturday 4 July 2015

The Red Centre (Jan 03-08)

This was my last big trip of my year 'Down Under' and an absolute highlight. I flew from Canberra to Alice Springs for a 3 day Rock Tour, a Christmas present to myself. Basically there are a lot of pictures coming, so first another writing exert:

Central Aus from the Air
A shadowed scar on a bright red skin: the snaking yellow of a river bed in the sea of orange, red brown. Dry. No water flows, just the shadowed gorge banks telling you that water does run here, and the dark green, proclaiming these scars to be bearers of more fertile soils, just.
The soils, a myriad of oranges, reds: burnts, from the air, come to life the closer you get. Green makes a valiant effort, twisting itself into the landscape like a watercolour, never quite dominant but present, if yellowed. Dark shadows; shrubs that manage to survive and trees, present but failing to find that vivid green. Always to the horizon, the greens mirage to blue, but red is ever dominant.
And the land begins to jump out at you. The twisting scars begin to take shape. Ragged, torn ranges; still so bleak and lifeless, rise; imposing; majestic from the ground and the landscape comes alive.


The Rock Tour- Amazing. Meeting in Alice Springs for 3 days of walking: Uluru, Kata Tjuta, King's Canyon. Hiking through and around these beautiful rock formations and at night camping in swags under the stars. Sunrise at Uluru. The mini bus group made up mostly of Europeans. An optional camel ride at the end.
And then back at Alice Springs and dinner and drinks at the Rock Tours own bar. Don't ask what an Inception Bomb is. Basically a brilliant time in Central Aus. Highly recommended... and now for the pictures!!!