... If You Don't, You'll Find An Excuse.
That's one of my favorite quotes ever. And I believe it to a T. Nothing is impossible, you just have to work harder for some things than others.
I've been in Australia nearly a year. I've met a bunch of amazing people and lived in some decent places and some real shitholes. And it's funny when I talk to my friends (both here and back home) and they ask what I'm doing. I keep explaining that I'm heading north. That I'm chasing the sun.
The problem is... that's been my 'plan' for so long, that the sun has come and gone and now I'm heading in the wrong direction. I'm heading to the city of Darwin right in time for wet season. When all the tourists and backpackers fuk off, when the streets are quiet. And where everyone is counting down the days till the rain stops and the "dry" is here once again.
I get to my destination, despite some minor obstacles on the way (of course I do, I'm stubborn). And now the locals ask me "What brings you to Darwin?" A simple question, and at the same time with a little shock in their voice. No one really comes here this time of year, I guess. I don't even know how to answer. I guess I've been heading here for so long, it was more about getting here, and less about why. But since I'm here now, might as well make some money.
Spoiler alert: apparently everyone's gonna be complaining about the "buildup" of the rain for a long time, and then the rain itself. Sounds like a fun next couple months!
Monday, October 12, 2015
What Can I Tell You, That You Don't Already Know?
A backpacking blog, hey?
A "I went to this touristy spot and did this touristy thing that everyone does when they go there story. I'm in Australia guys! Do you really want to know about all the surfers I've met and all roadkill kangaroos I've seen?
I guess I'm struggling with ideas as to what I'd like to write about. Should I bitch about how slow the hostel wifi is? Or rant about how I REFUSE to learn French while I'm in this country (which is true by the way, where did all the french come from?) I need inspiration!
I guess I'll tell you of the now and work my way backward to how I got here: I have just moved to Darwin, Northern Territory. It's been a month since my shitty little car got me here, and still I am living in a hostel (which I promised myself I would never do - I was never going to be "that person"). The flask has not been full for as long as I could remember, so the Backpack'n'Flask thing is rather irrelevant. I resorted to cider a long time ago while poor in Australia. About the same time I learned about what real dehydration was (nothing like Canada, btw).
I just finished a conversation with a friend of mine where I was once again pointing out the obviousness disadvantages of not having money. Truthfully though, being poor gets old when you're always moving around. But it's not the driving that causes a lack of funds.
"I only have $3, not even enough to buy a cider. I ate cereal, pb&j and 2min noodles today" I told him, as he started to lecture me about money. To which I got super defensive "I drank all Friday and Saturday night" I said "spent too much money on alcohol and then ate hungover takeout food. I spent so much money on booze this weekend, that now I can't afford a cider on Monday. Those are my current problems". That's a real conversation. That is my current state. So if that's my biggest problem, I think my perma-vacation is going alright.
Let me tell you about it!
A "I went to this touristy spot and did this touristy thing that everyone does when they go there story. I'm in Australia guys! Do you really want to know about all the surfers I've met and all roadkill kangaroos I've seen?
I guess I'm struggling with ideas as to what I'd like to write about. Should I bitch about how slow the hostel wifi is? Or rant about how I REFUSE to learn French while I'm in this country (which is true by the way, where did all the french come from?) I need inspiration!
I guess I'll tell you of the now and work my way backward to how I got here: I have just moved to Darwin, Northern Territory. It's been a month since my shitty little car got me here, and still I am living in a hostel (which I promised myself I would never do - I was never going to be "that person"). The flask has not been full for as long as I could remember, so the Backpack'n'Flask thing is rather irrelevant. I resorted to cider a long time ago while poor in Australia. About the same time I learned about what real dehydration was (nothing like Canada, btw).
I just finished a conversation with a friend of mine where I was once again pointing out the obviousness disadvantages of not having money. Truthfully though, being poor gets old when you're always moving around. But it's not the driving that causes a lack of funds.
"I only have $3, not even enough to buy a cider. I ate cereal, pb&j and 2min noodles today" I told him, as he started to lecture me about money. To which I got super defensive "I drank all Friday and Saturday night" I said "spent too much money on alcohol and then ate hungover takeout food. I spent so much money on booze this weekend, that now I can't afford a cider on Monday. Those are my current problems". That's a real conversation. That is my current state. So if that's my biggest problem, I think my perma-vacation is going alright.
Let me tell you about it!
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