Travel by Bicycle
You know I don’t cotton much to fancy gear. Nothing wrong with it. It’s just that you always end up buying too much of it. The only time I ever bought all the stuff the magazines told me I needed I ended up walking out the door with two backpacks strapped to me – one fore and one aft. Like the guy at the airport baggage pickup sandwiched between two massive rucksacks and he’s looking for another one on the… Continue reading
Sought: Dependible Animal Transport for roaming Tasmania. Horse, mule, hoped for but camel consideredContinue reading
As long as you’re stopping by, please leave a note. Go ahead… write on the wall a bit.
Why can’t Woody go to Tasmania? You’re not very thoughtful regarding Woody.
What if I want Woody to send postcards from his retirement meadow?
So if the moon hangs upside down over Tasmania, does your horse, when it throws you, run off in reverse….? Have a great trip.
Hey, what… Continue reading
Your mail’s gone to hell hasn’t it? Remember back in the day when your cousin Benton used to send you those mashed up cards from the funky places he visited. The time he went to Tumbleweed Adventure in Wyoming, snagged his jacket on the gift shop jackalope (he was trying to light his cigarette) and brought down the whole row of stuffed heads….. Yeah, but he sent you a postcard, didn’t he? It was the one with the Jackalope Hunting… Continue reading
It’s time to head for Tassie.
Come the end of October, armed with little more than an audio recorder and camera (oh, and one spare blue shirt), I head off to learn more about Tasmanian devils, tigers, wallabies and wombats – and the folks that call Tassie home.
Tasmania: it’s the land under the Land Down Under. In the image above, mainland Australia is visible at the 11 o’clock position. Tasmania is the island directly below it.
As always, you’re… Continue reading
If someone gave you a world atlas and told you to put your finger on Tasmania, if you’re like I was until recently, you’d spend lots of time searching. Your finger would quickly pass over the major continents, Africa, South America, North America, Asia, maybe head out into the Pacific for a quick spin then start looking for island specks in the ocean.
Then, if you’re like me, your finger would drift landward and start hovering over places you’d read… Continue reading
It’s a question I get all the time. “What kind of gear do you use when you travel?”
The answer is “less and less”
Over the years, after sailing alone around the world and traveling across the US by mule – both ways – I find that gear counts less while interviewing interesting folks counts increasingly more. I travel for immersion, not to compare tent weight with fellow wanderers. I want to hear the man’s story about how he came… Continue reading