Fairy Meadow Beach is in the northern suburbs of Wollongong, on Australia’s south-east coast. Shannon and I have spent a lazy, sunny week here. This is a spot that could hardly be more convenient for low budget travelers. There are plenty of dumpsters nearby, overflowing with fresh fruit and vege’s. We have set ourselves up…
Outback Australia is pretty sparsely populated. The people you do meet are colourful characters: stoic, steadfast and sunburnt; shaped by the harsh landscape and climate. Meet a few Mount Isa residents we bumped into. Termite Hill Terry. Jawa Jack. Fish Head Fred. Hunter S. There’s always a few city folk doing the tourist thing in…
“This place is amazing Nev, thanks man” I tell him. “It’s been a couple of days since I had a hot shower, so I’m really gonna enjoy this.”
“Well I didn’t want to say nuthin’, but you do stink a bit” Nev quips, with a wink…
I Am Tall. Get Over It. I get so sick of people commenting on my height. It’s like: “really? I’m tall? No shit? I never noticed that before. Fuck! You are such an observant person!” I’m not sure why I’m so annoyed by it. I guess it’s partly repetition. If you hear anything often…
Tuk-tuk drivers make me feel inadequate. Here is a guy who, despite being a chronic alcoholic womaniser with five children, manages to operate a small business…
…We know, straight, this is not ordinary taxi. He has some loud music on the stereo, like, gangster rap, and he wear very special clothes, some american cap, gold chains, some things like this… ‘Where will you like to go?’ he asks us. We tell him the place. ‘OK’ he say. Get in… I met…
Hitchhiking, like all extreme sports, has it’s own weird jargon, which you must learn in order to appear ‘hip’, and ‘down with the cool kids’. Here is a simple guide to hobo-lingo. Useful Hitchhiking Terminology. Hitching (a.k.a. hitchhiking): a rare psychological disorder, mainly affecting people between 16 and 35 years, but not unknown…
…The driver still has the joint in his hand! He is holding it just below the edge of the window, so the cop can’t see it, but the smoke is curling up around his face, and the cab stinks like bong water in carpet. ‘I am going to prison’ I think to myself… …