Hi folks, I hope you’re enjoying your life and making the most of it. Me? Yeah, I’ve pretty much been doing that my whole life. There only one thing better than being a baby, it’s being a traveling baby. And my mom’s gotta be the best at finding impossibly cool stuff. Just give her an uplink and tell her: “find us some epic shit to do” and there’s not telling how far she’s going to reset the scale of awesomeness. For example:
We were in Townsville for only a day, having freshly disembarked the ferry from the island of aborigines. While Weirdo was nursing a hangover that he caught from meeting up with Hugo, an old friend of his from the road, Cranky went and found us some pure awesomeness. There’s a dude called Stu out there, that lives on his sailboat, and likes going to beaches on deserted islands and swimming above coral and fishing his dinner ; but he thinks it’s more fun with company. So he posts a call for crew on the interwebs, and since Cranky was on the lookout, she found it. Now, the dude was anchored in Airlie Beach, 300 km south AND he wanted to meet us before agreeing on setting sail with us on board, but that’s when you have to take risks. Within a couple of hours, the backpack was packed, thumbs were raised and cars were already fighting to take us to our destination. Continue reading Stu, the perpetual tripper
That’s right! And here is proof!
To put an end to the rumors that have been spreading that I can’t walk:
When we were done hunting kangaroos and baby turtles (another story, ask me about it and I might write a post), we went off to a black-people-place.
You would never guess it walking down the street, but Australia is a black-people-land. The reason why you only see white folks in the street is that 1- almost all the black folks died of disease (and the occasional murder) when the white folks showed up 200 years and a bit ago ; and 2- the remaining blackies are all rounded up in black-people-only-places. A sort of hybrid between unitedstater ghetto and old-time-german ghetto.
This one started off bad, as usual. Weirdo and Cranky had managed to get themselves stranded in a town they didn’t want to go to, and the sun was already set. They started hitchhiking at night in a random direction, with the idea that getting a ride to anywhere was better than staying in this godforsaken place. It was that time of the day when people mindswitch from daylight to night lights and everything takes a menacing attitude. People probably thought that of us, and sped away. The one that stopped was driving a corrugated old car and unsurprisingly looked like a serial killer. We all got in. Continue reading Black and deadly
When we told Bob, our host in Bundaberg, that we had never seen a kangaroo, he was all like “what!”. I could have told him it might be because Weirdo and Cranky are so stingy they won’t even pay for the zoo, but no one listens to what I say so I didn’t bother. I did well, because he pushed us all inside his car and off we went, hunting kangaroos in the bush.
We actually went to a neighborhood on the side of the bush. The kangaroos come to people’s backyard to eat the grass and they’re easier to spot in the open than in the bush itself. You might not know it, but the “bush”, how they say here, is a pretty thick forest that is probably full of snakes anyway so no way Weirdo is gonna go.
Continue reading Kangaroo run
One of today’s driver told us how her cat got eaten by a python yesterday and she had to grab it and take it back to the bush. Yes, grab it. You can just grab a python. Yes you, not me!
We’re stuck with getting a ride from people who don’t give a shit or from people with an empty baby seat. Sounds like it should be very slow but so far so good. Got one of each.
For no particular reason, after taking it easy in Brisbane for a week, we’re going again, hitchhiking and all, to the North. It’s hot.
Weirdo and Cranky have this friend called Anna. She lives in a floating house that moves with the wind. I have gathered from listening in to their conversations that it is called a sailboat and this one in particular is called Inara, and was built from scratch by Anna’s boyfriend : Ben. They invited us for a three-day weekend to an island.
Continue reading Baby on boat
Our hosts for a few days.