A Poet’s Lesson

Everything was wet. Some things less than others, but my gear was all just damp. My poor shoes, my poor feet! I had basically camped in a puddle last night — talk about getting a soggy bottom! But at least it wasn’t raining again, at least not right now. I left the highway for the relative peace of the side road, heading to find a campsite in Murray Valley. Around a bend I noticed an entry into an apparent campground, and a sign that said “Poet’s Paradise.” This gave me pause. Earlier, in the midst of misery, when it was raining and hailing and then raining some more, I had fantasized briefly about buying a warm, dry motel room. But then the rain had stopped, and the sun came out a bit, and, escaping...

Armor Down & Live Strong

A town called Healesville. The tourist info center. Always a fount of useful knowledge. Just not so nice when it sprays you in the face. I walked in to an unattended room full of brochures and pamphlets. It is warm in there. Mmm heat. Soon a little woman comes from a back room, alerted by the tinkling of the bell mounted on the front door. She’s probably my mother’s age, but plump. Like most people who work at the tourist info center, she is enthusiastic! “G’day there, you alright?” This means, Can I help you? “Hello, yes, I am just cycling through town, and I was wondering if there is a supermarket here, perhaps an IGA?” She is very thorough.  “Yes, there are two grocery stores, and one of...

Tea in the Trees at Bilston Glen

28th-31st August, 2013 Since June 2002, a fluid community of people from around the world has occupied a small patch of woodland on the edge of Edinburgh, in opposition to plans for a bypass that will flatten the woods and cover the area in concrete. Bilston Glen, said to be the world’s longest tree-sit, is […]

Not bad for day one.

Leaving Crunchytown was not easy. I had so much fun there. I became such good friends with the whole crazy bunch: Sam and Shath and Charlene and Kenza and Matt and Mehdi and Jonathan. I could easily envision myself taking a spare room there and staying in Melbourne. It’s a pretty happening place. But of course, there’s a tour on. And no matter what excuses I can come up with, be it “not enough writings been done,” or “new bikes just arrived that need tune-ups,” or “the fellas need more instruction on the fine points of Dungeons & Dragons,” or “I’ve got the sniffles”… there comes a day when you’ve just got to leave, as painful as it may be. You know how it is...

Photos: Melbourne

Homemade pizzas at Crunchytown Some photos of my time in Melbourne. A great city!       Melbourne Botanical Gardens     St. Kilda     Melbourne   Melbourne Botanical Gardens, Fern Gully   Making spaghetti at Crunchytown   St. Kilda Botanical Gardens   That famous bridge in Melbourne     Melbourne Botanical Gardens, floating water purification   Melbourne   Melbourne   Melbourne harbour   Ceres bike kitchen in Melbourne   Melbourne   Melbourne      

Photos: East Coast of Tasmania

From Hobart, the weather did get better. Warmer, drier, sunnier! And there were no mountains. As I go North, the days get longer; things are looking up! It was an idyllic cruise up to the Northeast corner of Tasmania, then back west to Devonport, where I began. It was quite strange to actually be returning to somewhere I recognize! The trip was nice. No drama. So this time I will just let the photos tell the stories. Georges Bay     Hobart harbour & S/V “Southward Bound”     Australia’s oldest bridge in Richmond   The Richmond Bridge   Back on the seaside       Beach country   troll camping   Hiked up to the Wineglass Bay lookout   Wineglass Bay   beach camp...

On the road to Albania

If you are coming from western Europe and you are planning to go to the hitchgathering in Albania, you are lucky, you have plenty of cool stops to do on the way. German hitchhikers are organising a gathering in the Alps. They rented a house for some days and everyone is welcome to drink a […]

Pre-Gathering in Kupari 26 of July

One of the spot we were thinking for the hitchgathering this year is Kupari in southern Croatia. We decided to do the gathering in Albania, but Kupari still looks like a great place, even if it’s not sure how long we would be able to camp there. It is pretty. Southern Croatian coast alone is […]

Down time

I had never met Gillian and Matt. They were friends of Jes and Duncan, a fellow yachtie couple they met it Sydney. So can I consider them friends without even meeting them? Yes! But I did sort of invite myself to stay with them. Well, I said I’d be in the area.   They weren’t exactly set up to host guests, with a spare room or anything. They were staying for the moment in someone’s furnished – but uninsulated – shed. Pretty rough, simple living for a family with a four-year-old, but they’re getting their life in Tasmania set up, building their own shed to live in on their acreage down in Dover on their free time. And besides, it’s a matter of perspective, right? After years of living on a tiny...

Day 119 and 120: Marseille

Everybody warned me about hitchhiking in the South of France. “It’s impossible.” “People only care about money here. No one wants to help others.” “Once I waited for two days. You can’t do it.” I’ve had around 150 rides in over 20 countries. Everywhere I go people have some reason or another why hitchhiking is dangerous or impossible. They’re always wrong, the only problems I’ve ever had is due to waiting locations – no place for cars to stop, little vision, cars going too fast etc. Sometimes, very rarely, this negativity affects me. Yesterday was one of those days. I was sleep deprived, alone and feeling, completely unreasonably, sorry for myself so I went to the...

Haight-Ashbury

Joaquín had just smuggled a stash of Vietnamese from his tour of duty in the ‘Nam the stories my brother would fill my head with about the days he’d spent on leave while stationed on Treasure Island the Filmore (before there was an East and a West) the long blonde-haired hippie girls on Haight with their big beautiful blue eyes staring up from where they sat spaced-out cross-legged on the sidewalk . . . sit down I think I love you he told me about the time he’d watched Eric Burdon singing blindfolded stoned smoking a cigarette and never falling off the stage tuned in turned on and dropped out from the British Invasion

SILK ROAD TRIP #18 - Istanbul to Doğubeyazıt in 3 days (III)

  ENGLISH: I will add the English translation as soon as possible. Sorry for making you wait! PORTUGUÊS: Istambul a Doğubeyazıt em 3 dias – Parte 3 25.06.2014 - 21º dia de viagem Istambul a Doğubeyazıt Köme Mais um dia na estrada mais 6 boleias à nossa espera. A primeira delas na saída sul de Trabzon, depois de termos tomado umas sopas turcas para animar o corpo mal-dormido e muito moído das 12 horas passadas dentro do camião. Foi uma viagem curta de 25 km até à pequena cidade de Maçka, mas bem útil pois tirou-nos rapidamente de Trabzon, deixando-nos na rota certa e longe da confusão urbana. Em Maçka a boleia “correu mal”. 10 minutos passados de braço esticado e ninguém parou para nos levar. Decidimos pôr as malas...

Field Notes and Photos

New Setback: Faulty battery and poor fuel/air ratios in the engine of the motorbike. The bike is spending a night at the Harley dealership. Current Location: Super 8, Winnipeg. I had to hike here from the dealership. I was able to get $50 off of the regular price of a room simply because I may have exaggerated the truth (sorry mom!) by claiming that I was a free-spirited hitchhiker in need of a cheap room, closet, bathroom stall, or any usable sleeping space. I haven’t showered in four days, so I think I looked the part. Thanks university for teaching me how to put forth a convincing argument! Photographs: Ouimet Canyon, Dorion. It may not be the Grand Canyon, but it’s certainly grand to me! The tow truck ride to Thunder...

SILK ROAD TRIP #17 - Istanbul to Doğubeyazıt in 3 days (II)

  ENGLISH: I will add the English translation as soon as possible. Sorry for making you wait! PORTUGUÊS: Istambul a Doğubeyazıt em 3 dias – Parte 2 24.06.2014 - 20º dia de viagem Istambul a Doğubeyazıt De manhã começámos por um pequeno-almoço principesco, no jardim da casa de Mustafa Göztok, na companhia da sua mulher, da sua filha e duas amigas dela, um amigo seu e uma vizinha. Não tivemos mãos a medir para provar todas as maravilhosas iguarias que nos dispuseram, queijo e doces caseiros, legumes do jardim, pão caseiro, café, chá… ah, foi maravilhoso! E as conversas muito interessante, pese embora a nossa urgência de partir pois ainda faltava-nos fazer quase todo o caminho de 1500 km e já íamos no segundo de viagem....

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