Well Hello there! Blog readers, are you ready for some short, sharp stories about my weekend adventures?
No?
Well i suggest stop reading this instant.
So it begins:
-Destination: Bright.
-Days: 4
-Attendees: i lost track
-To do: camp, explore, enjoy, relax, survive.
-Amenities: None.
*Bliss.*
*Everyone was arriving at random intervals during the day, so we decided to stay in town pottering around & exploring our new home. After starting off with a delicious breakfast of pesto toast, poached eggs, shredded beetroot & feta at a quaint little cafe called 'Coral Lee' (best.name.ever.) we began exploring. There was a huge market full of unpretentious country people, it was lovely. They sold everything from fleecey clothes, jams, chutneys, sheep skins, crepes to homemade soaps. There's something nice about wandering through a country market in the sunshine... except for the part where your annoying friend is trying to beat you up, push you into other people & try to make you fall over. Thankyou Captain Annoying!*
*Our campsite: was on a massive block of land. On one side was a pine forest. On the other side, was an old abandoned building. Oh yes, we definitely explored that! According to 'legend,' it was used for some crazy cult years ago. It was really quite strange. You walk into a big hall with bright blue carpet, a stage at the front & wood panel walls. There are two hallways running along the side each with multiple rooms coming off them. These smaller rooms have carpeted walls. I'm telling you, it was WEIRD. The rooms were maybe 3m x 3m, perhaps? The place had been trashed with the obligatory spray paint everywhere, broken windows & smashed walls. Strange. Very strange. I was hoping to find hidden treasure but all we found were some dead birds.*
*We set up our camp & started a bonfire. Super chilled, snacks, chats, toasting marshmallows, song writing, guitar playing & a full moon. Ahh, then there's that awkward moment when you are relaxing on a tarp, next to the bonfire, under the stars, sipping some American Honey whiskey, you roll over onto your stomach & the friend sitting next to you informs you that 'You have white, sticky marshmallow all over your bum.' Awesome. How did i try to fix it? By rubbing dirt into it. Fail!*
*Under the moonlight, we played 'Hide & Scare' in the forest. Everyone goes into the forest & then you have to hunt each other down & try to scare one another. The only problem with this is, it's dead quiet & you can hear someone creeping up on you from miles away. Except for that one time when i was walking along thinking i was being sneaky & my darling friend gave me the fright of my life. I screamed down the forest. 'ARGHHHH!' She got me good.*
*There is also a hedge maze near Bright. Usually, i am rubbish in a maze. Not this time! I think a highlight was finding the 2nd tower & waiting.. waiting..waiting for everyone else to find it 'Hey guys, what took you so long?!' We had a mini tower dance party & then moved on.*
*Possibly the biggest surprise of my weekend away was discovering that my friend has a fear of feathers. Oh the joy i got from this & will continue to get from this!*
*On the last afternoon we decided a trip up to Mt Hotham was in store. And boy was it amazing! Climbing the mountain along winding roads, it was getting colder & colder with each bend in the road. The views were spectacular! Mountains as far as the eye can see, hidden under a sea of clouds. Then, snow. It was actually snowing! The further up the mountain we got, the more snow there was. Looking out across the mountains, it looked like white frosting had been sprinkled everywhere, it was magical. We finally reached the top & it was absolutely freezing! But despite the icy'ness, it was so beautiful having snowflakes fall softly on our faces. Amazing. Beautiful. Mesmerising. Peaceful. We grabbed some snacks & hit up the pub. Overlooking the mountains, snow softly floating down from the sky, a guy playing guitar & singing us songs, it was the epitome of bliss.*
*The mountains took away my breath :)*
xox
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
SICK/TWISTED/MIND
....and that's just the inner workings of me!
So i was emailing a couple of friends earlier in the week & we were discussing how it is often beneficial to keep a diary if you're going through a hard time/good time/rad time/bad time/glad time/sad time etc.
That sort of thing.
Not so much a diary you write in daily.
'Dear diary, today i wanted to sleep in, but noooo, i have to get up for stupid boring school...'
No. *Yawn.
I was talking more of a diary you write in when you needed to get something off your chest.
Theres' something therapeutic about writing down all your thoughts, feelings, emotions that can help you deal with it.
Whether its something good or bad that's happening in your life.
Personal experience has taught me this.
ie: loves, hates, annoyances, sorrows, secrets (whether they are yours or someone elses!) who you wish you could punch/slap/kick in the face, hilarious experiences you have with your friends, sketches of aforementioned scenarios, even keeping photos in there that no one else should ever see.
Uh Huh.
In high school I had a diary that I'd write in when things like
that came up.
It was so good at the time!
Yes yes yes.
You have to absolutely write down every single detail/thought/emotion, no matter how wild/dumb/stupid/hurtful/idiotic/it feels, otherwise it will linger in your brain forEVER & drive you insane!
Get it all out.
Who cares what you say- you are the only person who will
be reading it.
For some, it's about being ok to let go of something & knowing we've done everything absolutely humanly possible & in our strength to fix it/change it/whatever it.
It's all fine & dandy to believe something but it's another thing to actually accept it for ourselves.
This can take weeks, months or even years.
Physically writing our thoughts down.. can be somewhat soothing.
It's raw & unpretentious.
Its almost like a confession of someone who is vulnerable.
It's you.
...did i get somewhat off track?!
Back to it.
I'd write about all my crushes & dumb stuff like that.
ie: 'Today walking down the corridor at school, *insert name here* called me 'babe' WOW! I was so stoked, I didn't think
he knew i existed!'
Blah etc etc blah.
Utterly dumb teenage trash like that.
It was actually quite embarrassing to read years later.
I definitely also wrote about deeper more important things than that. This was purely an example.
As for my high school diary... i ended up burning it in our open fire place one night.
I figured, it was safer to burn the evidence.
..except for those photos i mentioned earlier.. i kept those.
XOX
ps- It was quite exhilarating to burn that!
Thursday, May 26, 2011
TRAVEL BUG BITTEN & CURED? ..surely not.
All my life I've loved travelling.
Whether it's been a 3 month camping trip with the parentals 1/2 way round Australia, a tropical island or 3, UK,
Whether it's been a 3 month camping trip with the parentals 1/2 way round Australia, a tropical island or 3, UK,
Europe, America, Japan..
I've loved every inch of it.
And for the past 5 years (that i can remember..) i have been overseas each year.
All up it's a grand total of 7 times overseas.
To say it feels rewarding knowing i have done that at a young age makes me happy.
What is it that we love about travelling 24 hours on a plane to a city/state/country that we have never been to, where we don't know anyone & we absolutely cannot wait to get there?
Perhaps it's because we are so sick of our mundane, routine lives at 'home' that we need to mix things up & get some
change & escape.
Perhaps it's because we are so sick of our mundane, routine lives at 'home' that we need to mix things up & get some
change & escape.
Escape to a place where no one knows us, it's fresh, new, exciting, scary, mysterious & there are endless discoveries to be had.
Short term or long term.
And in turn, you always learn more about the world & yourself.
Bottom line- it's a win/win situation.
You get to learn how other people live, taste different flavours, experience different seasons,
become engulfed by amazing scenery.
Learn phrases in another language so you can chat to locals.
Feel like the odd one out for once when you are the only Caucasian person on a train in Japan. And on top of that, the only person with blue eyes for as far as you can see.
This year however, is different.
For some reason, at the outset of 2011 i said to myself 'Stay in Australia for 12 months & just save some money.'
You know what? So far, it's worked out pretty well for me.
....i have to admit though, i was *THIS* close to booking a trip to Europe to meet up with friends for later this year.
But something wasn't sitting right.
My heart wasn't in it.
First time ever. I have no idea why.
Am i finally rid of the ill fated travel bug that loves to bite?
Was it because of other things going on in my life
that needed closure?
Is it because i truly am happy to save some cash &
stay in my country?
Or maybe I've simply grown up & am reassessing life. Yes, I've been to Europe 3 times. Loved it every time. Do i really need to go again? Is that just insanely greedy & self centred?
Having rambled on about all of this.. I wouldn't be surprised if in a couple of months I'm on here bragging about just booking a flight overseas.. but until then, watch this, its amazing:
Then sometimes you'll come across a person who has never been overseas, who has never been on a plane & who has never left the state they live in.
Honey.
You need to go get yourself a life & a plane ticket out of there.
Even if it's just interstate.
Pronto.
Pronto.
(as they say in Italy)
..but you wouldn't know because you've never been.
xox
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