So it's been almost a week since the end of our road trip. The salty
Skinned Honey's are but a memory. Gloria is probably testing the patience of
yet another set of travelers.
It's as if the road trip were a round-a-bout , bringing our paths into
harmonious junction until we reach our exits than go individually down the
road to the next destination. I actually started writing this 3 days before the
end of the roadie. Time and electric outlets were sort of out of hand during
those days from Airlie to Sydney. Friday getting back to Sydney till now
(Wednesday) I'll say was a combination of being too emotional, hung-over,
homeless and really enjoying the last bit of salty skinned company.
Anyways to pick up and finished from where I had started....
Tuesday morning we went for our last snorkel aboard the mandrake, the beautiful
aquatic vessel which had kindly took us in as guests the past 3 days. Airlie beach has been our last stop on the
road trip and conducive with any great story, the best was saved for last.
So I've introduced the O.G 4: Sam, Kate ,Tadhg and I. Now for our way
back to Sydney we have knighted two more salty skinned honeys into the tribe.
Anton- beautiful blonde boy
Lars cool, calm ,collected.
Both from Germany ! huzzah!
We met Lars on Fraser Island his travel plans were similar to ours and
we met up again in Airlie beach. From Airlie we had our Whitsundays 3 day 2
night sailing trip. That's when we met Anton!
One of the most beautiful things about being a nomad is the people you
meet! Being acquainted with people from across the world who feel like neighbors
you've know your whole life.
Comparable to "the immaculate conception" if I do say so
myself. Travelers free from permanent residences and 9-5 jobs , weary and full
of goon. Some follow stars, search for wise man, speak in tongues, barter for
food and carrying baskets with offerings and tools. They come together often in
a place to rest, with standards as low as their budgets. It is in these most
humbling circumstances the birth is witnessed and the stories are shared for
generations.
I'm looking back at all the photo's and I'm not sure If it's just me but
I swear we look different. It's weird to see changes from just one month. It
could be the decrease in showers per week. Heat stroke or the bad nights sleep.
Possibly even the stress of being a passenger while Tadhgs driving. IM KIDDING.
I WAS JUST AS BAD.
Now I'm sitting here in the library trying to manifest the moments into
words. Trying to remember the sounds and the feeling of being in Gloria for
like 10 hours a day. All the little moments that at the time I didn't even
perceive as something I'd think of as leaving impressions at all. It was just
life, what we were doing, where we were, how we smelt. It just became such a
norm. Singing and dancing at any given space or moment. Not wearing shoes.
Checking for cockroaches on the toilet paper rolls. Sam's snoring, Tadhg's
farting, Kate driving Gloria to the limits. Anton’s charming magic tricks and
Lars as our DJ.
I'm even at a loss of words for a good metaphor for this. Now that's a
big deal. Basically the road trip brought 6 beautiful people together in time
and space. Through love and loathe. Till death of our contract with the rental
van did us part.
It's a month I will never never forget with people I will love forever.
Check out some of the pictures taken, may they rekindle the authenticity
of the moments we shared together. Amen.
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