I’ve driven more than one thousand three hundred miles (nearly 2,100 kilometres) from Melbourne along the coast next to the Tasman Sea and the South Pacific. In British terms thats the same amount of distance from London to St Petersburg in Russia! I’m not entirely sure where ‘there’ is, but by my calculations that puts me a little short of being half way there, though something tells me that’s entirely unimportant.
Australia is a big country. I already knew that, but driving it really puts the distances into perspective. Reviewing my progress on a map of Australia is a little daunting. I drive for hours then look at a map showing the whole country only to see I’ve barely moved. It’s a long way north, in fact, it’s a long way anywhere in this vast land.
That aside, this is surely the best way to travel. I could fly, but where’s the fun in that these days? There was a time when flying was exciting, even glamorous, but it hasn’t really ticked those boxes for a long time now. These days it’s often about getting the lowest fare, then being herded like cattle onto a no-frills low cost airline that will get you there, squashed, stressed, and vowing to never fly with that airline again (a promise that your pocket will probably insist you break).
LEAVING MELBOURNE
Leaving Melbourne felt good, though I’ll admit that when I set out onto the highway I felt a hint of sadness too. Behind me I was leaving friends, familiarities, and the city which had inspired me to leave the UK six months before. I was heading into the unknown, and while that unknown wasn’t particularly scary, it was nonetheless unfamiliar.
My first night was spent in the warm welcome of a friends house near Wilsons Promontory. To wake up in a house, albeit someone else’s house, made my leap into the unknown feel somehow less blind, almost well planned. However, soon enough I was behind the wheel again, driving up the Victorian coast feeding my van the mile upon mile of road.
It wasn’t long before I reached the border of New South Wales and my first overnight stop in the van at a place called Eden. It seemed like a fitting place for what was effectively the true beginning of my venture into a somewhat nomadic lifestyle.
The next morning I woke early to the sounds of waves from the Tasman Sea. I threw open the side door excitedly, forgetting that despite the sun it was still winter and cold at that time of the morning. The warm air that had cocooned me overnight was chased away by the chill of the morning breeze that rushed around me like excited children running onto a playground at recess.
It was a bright crisp morning so I took time to walk along the beach at Eden, picking up shells and throwing pebbles into the surf. The early start afforded me the luxury of time ahead of another day of driving and my scheduled arrival in Sydney that night.
SYDNEY
I’m no stranger to Sydney these days. I might not know it as well as I know cities like London, Boston, or Portland, but Sydney feels familiar to me, like a co-worker I might chat with by the photocopier or water cooler. (I wonder, do offices even have photocopiers anymore?)
Darkness fell as I neared the city. The illuminated sprawl bled Incandescent colors into the night sky as snakes of red and white lights oozed their way along asphalt arteries that felt like treacle to drive. It was late rush hour, but like any global city in the world, there’s hardly a time when this city isn’t in some kind of a rush.
It’s a dazzling place though, and even if you’ve never been here you know Sydney, and it knows you do. As radiant and aloof as a supermodel the city wears its magnificent harbour like expensive designer jewellery. You can’t help but be impressed when you come to Sydney. Somehow the city absorbs you, charms you, and includes you in its on-going tale of sound and fury.
I spent a relaxing week in Sydney staying at a friends house and frequenting cafe’s in Paddington, Newtown, and the city. I people watched, chatted with strangers, and listened in on conversations that melted into the air around me.
The winter in Melbourne was very quickly a memory as the sun warmed the days enough to make wearing a coat a fashion choice rather than a necessity. As I watched people swim in the ocean and sunbath on the beaches, I felt like a fugitive on the run from the winter that was somehow struggling to assert its jurisdiction here.
MAPS
The day I left Sydney I picked up the map my parents gave me for Christmas and laid it out on the floor of my friend Kim’s apartment. It’s not really that useful for serious route planning, but it’s good to get a sense of what’s ahead of me. I’m still looking for a suitable road atlas, something more tangible than Google maps and detailed enough to navigate the back roads.
I like maps. I like the feel of the paper in your hand, and the way you slowly move along the page. I like how a worn and weathered map hints of the tales beyond the topography.
For the first time in my life though, I own a GPS. I figured it would make life on the road easier, and I suppose it does. However, there’s no magic in that little screen, no chance of getting lost then navigating your way back and making discoveries along the way, no chance of finding yourself on the crease of the page. I’ve taken to switching it off and allowing myself to drive without the terse interruptions of my irritated digital companion. I like it better that way.
Driving the Pacific Coast Highway 1 from Sydney to Byron Bay I peppered the journey with stops in various places. I spent a few days in Newcastle to just catch up with work while the weather worked through its issues. I slept overnight in my van at Crowdy Head that was anything but crowdy at the time. And in Port Macquarie I met a couch surfer called Beth. Together we spent the evening chatting and coming up with ideas for her own world trip before I went in search of a spot on the South West Rocks to spend the night in what turned out to be the company of Kangaroos who stood around the van like monks vowed to a life of silence.
In a tiny town called Sawtell I tasted chilli’s at their annual chilli festival then got excited at the sight of banana plantations at Coffs Harbour. Two days disappeared in a place called Nymboida with a couple of couch surfers, Greg and Richard, and a lady named Phred (yes with a Ph). Then I was back on Highway 1 picking up hitchhikers as I made my way toward surf town, and hippie hotspot, Byron Bay.
I think I’m getting into the rhythm of being on the road. Every passing mile, every new town feels like a background change for this adventure. The people I meet feel like characters that have been written into a story, my story; the story of a nearly-nomad. There’s a long way, and a whole lot of who knows what still ahead of me yet.
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Wrote the following comment on Jul 18, 2011 at 1:16 am
Awesome misty tree ^_^
This posts makes me wanna book a ticket and travel in a van in Kangaroo land!
Wrote the following comment on Jul 18, 2011 at 2:11 am
KANGAROOS!!!
Wrote the following comment on Jul 18, 2011 at 3:06 am
so you will be near Phils house soon.
https://maps.google.com/maps?ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&q=coolum%20sunshine%20coast
He and Cathy are over here and staying at my house next month, but Roxy +1 is at home (Matt is in Brazil). I’m sure you would be welcome if you want to stop over.
Wrote the following comment on Jul 18, 2011 at 6:40 am
Yet more stunning pictures AND awesome art work …
Simon, with this post you are truly spoiling us :)
Wrote the following comment on Jul 18, 2011 at 9:34 am
Hello Simon…
I’m enjoying your voyage of discovery,..also glad to here your a man who is not mapphobic. lol.
GPS’s have sent people into canals in the states, so
unless your reeeaaalllly lonely for that voice, I agree with you…silence is golden, besides I bet you think out loud anyway…now THAT would be fun to hear ! Safe travels…
FL Deb
Wrote the following comment on Jul 18, 2011 at 5:28 pm
Bro – I’m seriously beginning to wonder if there would be any mileage in you compiling some of your posts & photos into travel-log ebooks? I’ll help ya!
Of all the travel writers I know, you’re the only one who really makes me feel like packing a bag!
Wrote the following comment on Jul 18, 2011 at 10:48 pm
Oh come on Pete, that would involve him sitting still for more than 5 minutes :-)
Another great post matey.
Wrote the following comment on Jul 19, 2011 at 2:12 am
Hey Simon! Please DO let me know they next time you come through Houston! I owe you a pick up at the airport and a free lodging…and I fully intend to deliver on that one….years overdue though it may be.
Wrote the following comment on Jul 19, 2011 at 11:11 am
Hey Simon, I don’t know if you’re planning on visiting New Zealand anytime, but if you do and you have another campervan check out nativeparks.co.nz which is a little like couch surfing for people with campervans.
Enjoy your road trip mate!
Wrote the following comment on Jul 19, 2011 at 1:05 pm
Dude that painting of your little van is so rad! Did you paint that? Also the picture of the misty trees is beautiful.
Wrote the following comment on Jul 19, 2011 at 1:54 pm
Thanks for all the compliments on the pictures everyone. I need to install some kind of gallery because sometimes I want to post quite a few pictures.
@ James – I’ve emailed Phil so I’ll see what he says. I suspect ‘RedBull’ Roxy won’t want me spoiling her fun if she has a +1. But we’ll see.
@ Samantha – I take it you were referencing the Ambassadors Party ad with that comment? :-)
@ Deb – The GPS is good for one thing, telling me where the fixed speed cameras are! Not that I speed too much in my van, but I’m getting used to it more and more and finding out that it can do roundabouts pretty quickly, though I don’t recommend readers try that at home.
@ Peter – Thanks for the compliment Bro. So hey, pack your bags then! As for the idea of an ebook, I’ve been thinking about getting a book out there since Will told me about ‘Publish or be damned’ years ago. We can talk it over sometime when I get back to wherever the heck home will be.
@ The Shaeman – You totally know I’ll be taking you up on that offer Shae! Good to hear from you mate.
@ M Polaski – I will totally check that site out mate, thanks for the link. I wonder if there are plans to stretch it beyond NZ. I’ve heard that little campers like mine (otherwise called Backpacker vans) are not entirely welcomed on the Aussie East coast because they rarely pay to use camp sites and that upsets camp site owners. That said, it’s not been my experience so far.
Wrote the following comment on Jul 19, 2011 at 2:36 pm
I’ve had a couple of responses about the ‘painting’ of my van so I thought I’d quickly share the method behind the artwork.
I’d love to say I painted it for real, however I have to say I think if I were to paint my van I would have picked somewhere a little better to do so. That was actually a picture taken at Eden beach after my first night in the van.
The original picture looked like this…
However, I decided to have a little play in Photoshop and used the ‘cutout’ filter to give it a painted look. I then added and ‘underpainting’ effect to give it the feel of canvas and the result looks pretty good I think. I suspect this picture might end up on my wall in a frame when I actually have somewhere with walls upon which to hang things :-)
Wrote the following comment on Jul 19, 2011 at 8:47 pm
Nice ‘painting’ Simon. The real question though, is who put the big dent in the side of the van?
Wrote the following comment on Jul 20, 2011 at 8:07 pm
I agree with your brother- I have only been home from an awesome trip to Vietnam for 3 days and your blogs are already making me yearn for the road…
You need to publish your work. And keep the stories coming please!
Wrote the following comment on Jul 20, 2011 at 9:53 pm
@ Roffe – I didn’t actually put that particular impressive dent in the side of the van. However, I have made two fairly significant ‘aerodynamic and bodywork enhancements’ to the vehicle since I’ve been on this trip. And tonight I entered a parking lot with a low ceiling and managed to take out a couple of pipes with my roof rack (while not damaging my van).
As for ‘North’ the book… anything is possible :-)