We've got a ticket to ride.

In an effort to continue just "seeing what happens" we are
1. flying to Melbourne today to see the sis and stuff. She lives in a nice house with a nice man with a delicious puppy dog.

2. flying to India on Wensday (spelling it like I say it, why not?) to... just go with it, for starters and, more long term, to be friends with the delightful Anjali.

3. spending the christmas season and surrounding times in the U.S.A. with Unkle Funk. http://www.mangolandia.org/about-the-author


Like I've said, or implied, we're just gonna see what happens.

The plans we wanted to have aren't happening anymore, we're not sure what to do with our lives like a lot of people seem to be. All we know is love and goodness and laughter and chillin'.

Like a wise, inspirational friend once (recently) said "God is a tough nut to crack".
And we're trying to crack him with our nose (or something equally difficult).


In other news, we played this game with my mom last night and it was fun.
http://www.daysofwonder.com/tickettoride/en/index/europe/


Here's to seeing what happens.

Also...

We might have just bought tickets to another part of the world
...

:)

Home and coming 'home'.

Dear friends,
family,
and strange people who don't talk to me but randomly read this
(for whatever private reasons you have).

We left our 'home' just over 6 months ago now, but- what is home, ay?
We have driven 14,238km since then and have found home in all sorts of strange places.

Mostly in time, in peace of mind, in music, in warm arms.
Home is such a mobile concept. We may think it exists between walls or with certain people, but it's moved for me, outside of those walls and outside of those specifics and it's now just a feeling.
Regardless of who is where and what is hanging from the walls, regardless of whats in my stomach or what's playing on the ipod, regardless of whether I'm on my own or with others. I am either at home, or I'm not. I have either slipped into my mental track pants or I haven't. Yep.

So, currently, for boring information's sake, H and I are in the Byron Bay shire. Nowhere near the bay this morning, but somewhere lovely all the same.



I was pretty displeased by Byron Bay. Many people have raved about the place, saying things like,
'You would LOVE Byron Bay!!!!'
But, well, I didn't...
I didn't hate it, but I just thought it was another average holiday location, same old, same old.

You know, a few blocks of typical shops, and a few more eastern-hippy style selling places. But, really- I can shop anywhere. And I am not about spending, spending, spending. Who needs more dresses, swimwear, jewellery, cakes, sunglasses and shoes to look at. I say you just go take a look at your own wardrobe and leave paradise alone. So, I spent some time walking on the beach, sitting on the beach, sitting on the grass. I bought a cup of ice-cream and I posted a letter or two.
Thanks Byron.







After spending a week or more in The Whitsundays with Tim (meet Tim Gardner, H's daddio), enjoying some times out on the water in rich peoples sailing boats, we drove down the coast towards H's mom's place, all quite quickly because H had a plane to catch. He disappeared to Sydney for a few days and I finally learnt to drive The Haryana Express!!!!! I can even take off at traffic lights without stalling now!! It was a beautiful time of remembering that I used to do lots of stuff on my own, quite capably. I recorded some music, hung with a lovely Sam, explored the coast line, Murwillumbah, and read silly-light-hearted novels.



H had an interview with the NSW Ambulance peeps, and we have no idea how it went because those things are so damn vague. Questions were asked and questions were answered, people were polite and friendly and writing down notes. And we will find out when we find out, I guess.

After reuniting with H we went on a Safari search and found our friends filming a video clip in a sneaky little treasure cove, friendly times followed.



I have been overawed by peoples generosity and hospitality, inspired by ambition and adventure, and learnt more and more about just seeing what happens.

Probably see you soon, ay.

A long way.

Alrighty then.

Here we are, with a wee bit of a catch up.

Our last few days have been delightful.
But that means everything and nothing coming from us at the moment, because everything is delightful.

Firstly,
we have come a long way since Uluru.





We have seen GIANT rats, big wild boars, miniature kangaroo's, wedgetailed eagles, acrobatic hawks, millions of mice pacing back and forth across the highway, wild emu's, bison, foxes, dingo's, cows (obviously), sheep (more obviously), kingfisher's, wild kittens. H is even convinced that he stepped in Tree Kangaroo droppings.

Really, australia is one big ol' wildlife park.

We have driven from the driest flats of the country, straight on into the windy mountain roads of tropical QLD. It was an incredible transformation to see.





Since Uluru, we have not done too much to remark upon, aside from enjoying our lives…
We have been driving and listening to inspiring music. Stopping and eating fulfilling meals. Spending days and evenings chilling out, reading, playing domino's, playing guitar and flute. Singing the tree's to sleep.

We've been having bucket baths on the side of the highway. Doing morning yoga to the sound of road trains and beeping horns. Buying candy from road houses and petrol stations. Singing along to Queen.

All the good stuff.

There is nothing lacking but ovens for baking and friends for playing and family for loving.

Yesterday we were lacking beaches for swimming.
But today, we woke up on the eat coast of Australia to the sound of waves crashing upon rocks and the sights of the sun rising over the water.

Bliss.

We did a couple of river cruises in the Daintree this morning and saw Dusty and Elizabeth and Barrat the crocodiles. We didn't see Scarface. He was the rumoured man of the house (river) who had many (crocodile) girlfriends. We saw a few teeny tiny crocodiles that you could cuddle to sleep if you wanted to (and were allowed).











We are now driving down south, towards the Whitsundays, where we plan to visit H's dad and get up close and personal with fish of various kinds.

I know we skipped darwin, and missed a whole state, or two. But for now we are happy to be that little bit closer to home, to tomorrow, to summer, to the future.

H is still in the process of getting into the NSW paramedic traineeship. We have so much hope that he gets in. And if he does, well, it is good to be that little bit closer for when the call comes and he must go to impress them in an interview… very good :)

So, for now… We'll kick back listening to Sufjan, eating a block Black Forest chocolate and cruising down the Bruce Highway.
And you will go on enjoying what you're doing.

Life is good. always. 'Cause God is good. always.

xo

Valley of the winds.

Today we woke early to see Uluru in the light of sunrise, and watched the moon set beside her.





H photographed her.




Then we went on an epic bush walk at Kata Tjuta through the "many heads" of rock. (Kata Tjuta means "many heads")
I think this is also known as Mt Olga but there were no signs to say so. Correct me if I'm wrong.




We walked a 3-4 hour track through the Valley Of The Winds and then a cool, shady walk through Walpa Gorge. (Walpa means "wind")




It was lovely and exhausting and it is oh so hot in the sun!
The path was very stoney and H, all shoeless and that, was a complete slow poke :) Turns out his feet aren't that tough after all ;)

Mind you, I do admire him for so nobly committing to an idea, even amidst great stoney agitation and pain.




Love, love, love!

U is for…

Uluru.

Wow. She is such a beauty and she has so many faces that every corner you turn, you're struck anew with how amazing she is.

Beautiful.






Yesterday afternoon we arrived at Uluru National Park. It's very well done. Not too many facilities, but just enough to make a day there enjoyable. They have a few toilet blocks scattered around the park, several stations of delicious drinking water, and small gems of information about the area you're in, telling Indigenous Stories and explaining the locations. But overall, the place is quite untouched. All they've done is define paths around the place so we don't accidentally do the dirty and walk across an ancient sacred site. It's all very natural.

We walked 3.5 hours around the base of her, finding some sneaky pools and gorgeous birds that sang like I've never heard before.





We were the last 2 people to do the walk and we finished at sunset and it was glorious.



Then we drove on out and camped just outside the national park on the side of the road :)

D if for...

Driving!



We currently drive a lot.



Well, H does.



I'm not all that comfortable on a rickety old manual so… I sit and crochet :)



Most of the time we're looking out the windows at all the great things that surround us. Sometimes we sing along to music, other times I read aloud to H, or just read to myself. We keep an eye out for eagles because we've seen a few and they are epic. I once tried playing guitar whilst we were driving and I couldn't even hear it! We have a very loud vehicle.

One thing we have been noting is how high the petrol prices get.

The current record is $2.20 per litre at Mt Ebenezer.