01.09.2006 0 °C
This is the story of a journey. Like all others it started merely from whence another finished, from the day I wearily laid down my bag for the last time upon arrival back home after a year long odyssey around Australia. It had proved to be a journey of the mind as much as one of time and space, and had taught me incalculable lessons in how to live life, an experience of incomparable beauty. The geography though fascinating had become almost merely incidental. I promised myself that my new found passion would not be allowed to go to waste amidst the mediocrity of urban living, I would be back on the road in a matter of months. Harsh financial reality soon became a more pressing concern however, and I suffered a misfortune of sorts by finding for once in my life a job which didn't do my head in. Months later, I was doing 2 jobs and the kaleidoscope eyes had transformed into big dollar signs. And I was trapped.
It was around this time I also became conscious of my reputation, in part at least nurtured by my translation work at the ferry terminal. People started to address me as this "man of the world" and I had been afforded nicknames to the effect of it, hell it was even the title of a favourite song for a while, however inappropriately depressing a choice it may have been. But I was a charlatan. What did I know? Having crossed continents and oceans from a window seat at 500mph, I was only too aware of the worlds vast expanse. One incident in particular had served to bring it home to me. 7 miles up in a Jumbo jet, at one moment I had fallen asleep overhead India. I woke almost 3 hours later to find the Deccan plateau still spread there below me, and that was just one country to cross amongst many. Upon enquiry later at home, I contemplated the globe with a pitiful sense of inadequacy. I had barely scratched the surface. Whole continents lay untouched by my feet and something would have to be done about it. I wanted the experience, the wisdom I hoped it would render me, and therein the challenge of getting it. If nothing else I was under no illusions as to the hardships of life on the road, and I wasn't getting any younger.
Havent managed to set this up as a link yet but this is the site where you can find my photo albums, courtesy of Mr. Bazza B. http://picasaweb.google.com/nowyourbulliestheyresafe