Now I und my lovely lady friend have finally found our way to Tasmania. And for once we even have had an acquaintance with the devil of Tasmania and it's one slim character. Sun had fallen well bellow the horizon and we were deep in our own worlds, in which I was chased by some demonic "creatures" of certain stature. These "creatures" seldom capture anyone, but the level of suspense and the amount of adrenalin make the chase a positive experience. After flying away just on the mark of capture the noise of screeching and claws scratching the roof and hood of our car made me jump out of my world at the same time as WomBo yelled WTF. She tossed me our torch and I showed the beam towards the hood of our car. Just and just we could make out an outline of A Wombat sized creature, which did not quite have the ass of a wombat and was considerably darker in tone than the furry shit machines we have encountered on our journey. Of course the common wombat cannot scale anything higher than fife centimetres, it might be able to, but chooses not to for it takes too much energy. After a while the screeching stopped, but the slow pacing feet on our roof numbering four kept circling. Few times a tiny cute little paw with killer nails scratched our closed windows, until it jumped away and we heard no more. I thought it smelled our delicious hummus and feta with red kidney beans in chilli sauce and some wholemeal bread topped with fire cooked well spiced sweet potato made by Wombo.
Why we desired to depart the mainland of Australia and travel to Tasmania was simply the reason that it's unbearable hot and getting even hotter in the coming months. This decision was reached in Charters Towers up in Queensland (about thousand and a half kilometres out of our current location) a nice town with some colonial architecture, just too hot. Then we devised a secret and cunning plan not even known to the clandestine agencies of our well policed world and it was well executed the plan I mean. From the Towers we rode west towards nothingness and found a small village named after a peer to peer communication technology, which we never use, ever. Torrents creek came to stand as a breaking point in our journey, in which we have met only nice and welcoming people. One an occasion we might have broken the law by sleeping in our car in the centres of a town or two and on some beeches, when legal free camping has not presented itself. This was the plan in Torrents Creek, just park the car, fill the mattress and sleep till sunrise, but the cunning business minds of this town of less than ten houses thought different. On the main street was rail station abandoned well before the birth of Christ, a rundown pub/hotel/information/grocery/we hate people that come outside of Torrents Creek/establishment. As we walked around the two streets of this town it became obvious to us by the multitude of signs hand written with big blue letters "NO CAMPING" that we are not welcome in this place. Our path took us by the famous establishment of Torrents Creek and a man of late fifties was sipping his forth beer of that night diverting his gaze as we walked his way. As we passed we smiled and said good evening and walked to our wagon to peer on our map and devise a plan of further action, for one cannot go against of the authority of them hand written signs of blue on white. As we sat next to the train station the probhietor of the Hotel/Pub7Motel/Eatery came out and started asking of the cunningly watchful man sipping his beer, "what have they been up to". He kindly told her where we had been walking and together they came to the conclusion that we are murdering thieves and have been planning to kill them and rob them of their possession. Our map reading across the street twenty meters away stopped in a strange twist of amazement. If you run a business in a town of fifty and two friendly looking youngsters, who sometimes get hungry and sleepy, you might not want to call them criminals as it might have a hindering affect on ones business. We bought nothing at Torrents Creek, as the name implies all should be free, we drove away ten kilometres and slept on an overnight stop for trucks and small vehicles.
The best thing in Australia besides all Wombats is the abundance of nothing, places that are so far, that no sane person would ever take such a journey. And for those who choose to do so endless waterfalls and jungle treks just wait to be walked upon and one can do so in peace.
Just a few words about the east coast, which is cluttered with nice, small towns with lovely beaches and people who tell you where you can have the best free camping on the beach. And just next to these lovely places such as South West Rocs we have over populated holiday hells, which suet some cliental, but not us, Cannot even camp on the streets and never on the beach for fines apply. So we don't hang out in such locations they don't feel good. For instance Byron Bay is over populated "we want your money, your mommas money and your sister uncle brother dough" type of place, that once maybe few decades ago had housed the hippies it so well boasts to have. Ten minutes north of Byron Bay, as the Holden strolls on bitumen, is a village of Brunswick Heads with fabulous beach and a park infested with Roosters and Chickens. Asking the towns folk about that abomination I got the impression that a local person of some magnitude grows these creatures and leaves them in parks. No one knows why.
A thought for a pizza
If in town and the day is Tuesday then it is suggested for one budged conscious individual to take time for a luncheon at an eatery for many of such offer a discount on on this day of T. After belly is full of grub a good movie with friends at discount Tuesday prices of eleven dollars or more is recommended, for I personally will not pay twenty fife dollars for a single ticket to any movie, except if a Sponge Bob marathon (seasons one to six) would be shown. My point would probably be about Pizza, which is stinkingly overpriced and often made of frozen vegetables as in Cunnamulla the home of the infamous Cunnamulla Fella. On Tuesdays some pizza distributors offer a remarkable discount pizza starting from mere fife dollars, compared to the twenty they sometimes cost.
Back to the lands that extend south from Torrents Creek. This we all em yokels call outback "a friendly welcome awaits them who follow the road to deep south" this is the catch phrase of one of the outback booklets some information centre person handed to us on our way. In part it is true for some individuals are very chatty and nice, other just pick up their phone and call the local police and inform them of a car with drugs, wast piles of these controlled substances. Luckily the officers of Cunnamulla PD sent ascertain the truth were pleasant and co-operative and the incident was quickly resolved without a Mexican stand of. They told us of the call they had received and after the initial shock we told them to FUCK OFF. HEHEHE Not really, we asked if they would enjoy a game of "find the drugs hidden in our car", for these wast piles non existing drugs are sometimes quite hard to find. And mostly it is the journey not the end result that gets the juices flowing. Search would also clear the feel in the town. They found nothing and thanked us and left. This incident of serious mis profiling of individuals left us scorned for the realisation of first imprint that a person will have of another. These thoughts that seldom hit their mark have bad consequence as the one we experienced or even worse. During my short walk on this globe, up and down, I have learned not to pay heed to these ill-advised thoughts. Assuming something of someone is the worst thing we can do, for our mind makes this thoughts appear absolute after we have made enough of assumptions. We start to mould our own reality and distain ourselves of the world we walk upon. This distances us from other people and makes meeting new people even harder than it used to be.
Enough of bad experiences makes a person overly positive, a beacon of light in the dark
From the town of Cullamulla fellow we raced to the mining town of Cobar an experience of positive nature. It was just supposed to be a fill-up and go stop, but we ended staying for two nights. At the towns information centre a middle-aged lady showed us the free camping sights of the town and recommended few sights around town. We ended talking about the action of FRACKING, Unlike the thought that might just now fill some minds it is in-fact a mining term. FRACKING is a way to get gas from the ground by braking the base rock with chemicals that expand in certain situations and the let the gas arise from the cracks. These chemical cocktails include mercury and menu more. As the mining industry answers to know one they are conducting these violations of nature above the Great Artesian basin, one of the largest underground freshwater reserves in the world. If and when these poisons reach the basin the Australian people will certainly be in a deep pile of Wombat poo, as the yearly rainfall is lower than the consumption of the populous. Now the solution is desolation, at least in the state of Victoria.
In Cobar the mining is currently open pit in few different locations, we went to a open pit gold mine with a look-out and saw some huge mining trucks as they slowly hauled the rocs from the mine to processing. Broken Hill is a post apocalyptic mining town run by humans in co-operation with super mutants and the sherif is one of them mean green fight machines. Unfortunately the reality did not quite meet my Fallout expectations of this architectural marvel. The towns mines are now owned by a single operator and it's one of the largest open pits in the world. Unfortunately it is only visible from air, so we got no pictures of it. the humungous mountains of rock and sand that have been dug up are next to the centre of town and stretch for few kilometres. A place worth visiting if in the neighbourhood. In that city Wombo got rid of her tangled one dreadlock and I was the man on Fleet Street.
This was a month ago and in that time we have seen many lovely places for example the Adelaide hills which contain some lovely small villages of Germanic origin and hundreds of vineyards. My favourite village was Hahndorf in which I felt that I was all the way back in Europe. In nature the best on the edge experience would be found in the Grampians national park, which offers mighty views and spectacular walks in the most scenic environments imaginable and we can imagine quite a lot. The "great ocean road" on the other hand I found to be over advertised, for it has some nice ocean views, but not the UMPF factor one might seek in life. It also might be the feeling of following a path set by someone else, a predestined "must do" route. Also busloads of tourists from every corner of the world (JAPAN) make exploration uninteresting as one cannot follow ones own path, but must go on the routes made by someone else. Before we set sail towards Tasmania we camped at Colac (not Gulag) a bit under two hour ride from Melbourne, next to the lake. In here we met one of the biggest dogs I have ever seen and his name was BJ. BJ's owner Dean was in early retirement from a life of welding. His disks between the vertebrae had almost all collapsed an it made working bit impossible and life painful. He told us of his youth in a small Australian town and all the INSANE things he and his mates used to do. As we offered him a cup of tee he told us of his life in the bush, interesting and quite different from the way we have lived our childhoods. One thing that pops in to mind is Skirmish or paint ball except they had shotguns and .22 rifles to play with. Some people got hurt, but it's part of life, at least no-one died.
Some places have been advertised too much and in the process an image of magnificence has formulated around these locations which does not always get laid with reality. The unlawful expectations one might get, lead to disappointment and anger and these are the path to the dark side.
Now we are really looking for work, but nothing has yet revealed itself. Wombo has been trusted with the task of calling the orchards and selling our desperate case to the farmers. The minimum wage in here is fifteen dollars per hour, which is quite good for saving money and I have psyched myself to the machine mode to be able to stand a monotonic work around the clock. I will drop to the see of stories that inhabits my head and fill them baskets without noticing anything at all.
We like Tasmania and it's lovely nature, which is greener than the mainlands and more lush. Thou the internet can only bee found at government run internet access centres and a few well priced coffee shops plus it's sloooooow. Of course we bought the national parks pass, which you need to be able to see magnificent landscapes and lovely fluffy animals. And the money supposedly goes to the upkeep of these magnificent locations, that one must upkeep, the forrest cannot handle itself, just unthoughtful of me having that outrageous idea. This is the moment that the state of Bubleland is now independent and free parliamentary dictatorship. In the beginning there was state, this entity of freedom selected it's first ruler Shinzon prime. As his name echoed in the wast emptiness of space his first thought was of power and corruption. But time before time he had nothing to pinch his iron fist on so he thought of a world of people, that go to work and make an honest living for themselves. From these lost souls Shinzon prime collects his share of the loot. Peace can be eternal and you might call it as a special fire insurance.
Pictures from Australia, Cullamulla, Strahalbyn, Grampians national park, Bathurst, Mudgee, Sofala, Hill End, Parts of the East coast, Mutton bird island, Remember to keep your chicken to yourself and not spread them around, mediocre ocean road, intestines of some animal, a cow or two at ?, Wyandra, Cobar, Broken Hill, on the road, Spirit of Tasmania, and there might be few dozen more locations, Johanna Beach, Great Otway national park, Innes national park, Our party with SANDMAN. The pine cone Baseball pictures curtsy of Poc.
About cheese
At Tuesday we eat cheeses we will buy cheese on Monday. I what Blue cheese with dots and some asswooping swiss cheese. These will be consumed with river cold milk, orange balls and halloumi cooked on fire. Some other foods might also present themselves. I will read The Godfather, carve my totem stick, eat and take it easy. Might even swim in the ice cold river water, that runs from the mountains. We have the great dictator and modern times, two Chaplin movies neither of us have seen. We attempt to find more Wombats to our circle of fire.
Why we desired to depart the mainland of Australia and travel to Tasmania was simply the reason that it's unbearable hot and getting even hotter in the coming months. This decision was reached in Charters Towers up in Queensland (about thousand and a half kilometres out of our current location) a nice town with some colonial architecture, just too hot. Then we devised a secret and cunning plan not even known to the clandestine agencies of our well policed world and it was well executed the plan I mean. From the Towers we rode west towards nothingness and found a small village named after a peer to peer communication technology, which we never use, ever. Torrents creek came to stand as a breaking point in our journey, in which we have met only nice and welcoming people. One an occasion we might have broken the law by sleeping in our car in the centres of a town or two and on some beeches, when legal free camping has not presented itself. This was the plan in Torrents Creek, just park the car, fill the mattress and sleep till sunrise, but the cunning business minds of this town of less than ten houses thought different. On the main street was rail station abandoned well before the birth of Christ, a rundown pub/hotel/information/grocery/we hate people that come outside of Torrents Creek/establishment. As we walked around the two streets of this town it became obvious to us by the multitude of signs hand written with big blue letters "NO CAMPING" that we are not welcome in this place. Our path took us by the famous establishment of Torrents Creek and a man of late fifties was sipping his forth beer of that night diverting his gaze as we walked his way. As we passed we smiled and said good evening and walked to our wagon to peer on our map and devise a plan of further action, for one cannot go against of the authority of them hand written signs of blue on white. As we sat next to the train station the probhietor of the Hotel/Pub7Motel/Eatery came out and started asking of the cunningly watchful man sipping his beer, "what have they been up to". He kindly told her where we had been walking and together they came to the conclusion that we are murdering thieves and have been planning to kill them and rob them of their possession. Our map reading across the street twenty meters away stopped in a strange twist of amazement. If you run a business in a town of fifty and two friendly looking youngsters, who sometimes get hungry and sleepy, you might not want to call them criminals as it might have a hindering affect on ones business. We bought nothing at Torrents Creek, as the name implies all should be free, we drove away ten kilometres and slept on an overnight stop for trucks and small vehicles.
The best thing in Australia besides all Wombats is the abundance of nothing, places that are so far, that no sane person would ever take such a journey. And for those who choose to do so endless waterfalls and jungle treks just wait to be walked upon and one can do so in peace.
Just a few words about the east coast, which is cluttered with nice, small towns with lovely beaches and people who tell you where you can have the best free camping on the beach. And just next to these lovely places such as South West Rocs we have over populated holiday hells, which suet some cliental, but not us, Cannot even camp on the streets and never on the beach for fines apply. So we don't hang out in such locations they don't feel good. For instance Byron Bay is over populated "we want your money, your mommas money and your sister uncle brother dough" type of place, that once maybe few decades ago had housed the hippies it so well boasts to have. Ten minutes north of Byron Bay, as the Holden strolls on bitumen, is a village of Brunswick Heads with fabulous beach and a park infested with Roosters and Chickens. Asking the towns folk about that abomination I got the impression that a local person of some magnitude grows these creatures and leaves them in parks. No one knows why.
A thought for a pizza
If in town and the day is Tuesday then it is suggested for one budged conscious individual to take time for a luncheon at an eatery for many of such offer a discount on on this day of T. After belly is full of grub a good movie with friends at discount Tuesday prices of eleven dollars or more is recommended, for I personally will not pay twenty fife dollars for a single ticket to any movie, except if a Sponge Bob marathon (seasons one to six) would be shown. My point would probably be about Pizza, which is stinkingly overpriced and often made of frozen vegetables as in Cunnamulla the home of the infamous Cunnamulla Fella. On Tuesdays some pizza distributors offer a remarkable discount pizza starting from mere fife dollars, compared to the twenty they sometimes cost.
Back to the lands that extend south from Torrents Creek. This we all em yokels call outback "a friendly welcome awaits them who follow the road to deep south" this is the catch phrase of one of the outback booklets some information centre person handed to us on our way. In part it is true for some individuals are very chatty and nice, other just pick up their phone and call the local police and inform them of a car with drugs, wast piles of these controlled substances. Luckily the officers of Cunnamulla PD sent ascertain the truth were pleasant and co-operative and the incident was quickly resolved without a Mexican stand of. They told us of the call they had received and after the initial shock we told them to FUCK OFF. HEHEHE Not really, we asked if they would enjoy a game of "find the drugs hidden in our car", for these wast piles non existing drugs are sometimes quite hard to find. And mostly it is the journey not the end result that gets the juices flowing. Search would also clear the feel in the town. They found nothing and thanked us and left. This incident of serious mis profiling of individuals left us scorned for the realisation of first imprint that a person will have of another. These thoughts that seldom hit their mark have bad consequence as the one we experienced or even worse. During my short walk on this globe, up and down, I have learned not to pay heed to these ill-advised thoughts. Assuming something of someone is the worst thing we can do, for our mind makes this thoughts appear absolute after we have made enough of assumptions. We start to mould our own reality and distain ourselves of the world we walk upon. This distances us from other people and makes meeting new people even harder than it used to be.
Enough of bad experiences makes a person overly positive, a beacon of light in the dark
From the town of Cullamulla fellow we raced to the mining town of Cobar an experience of positive nature. It was just supposed to be a fill-up and go stop, but we ended staying for two nights. At the towns information centre a middle-aged lady showed us the free camping sights of the town and recommended few sights around town. We ended talking about the action of FRACKING, Unlike the thought that might just now fill some minds it is in-fact a mining term. FRACKING is a way to get gas from the ground by braking the base rock with chemicals that expand in certain situations and the let the gas arise from the cracks. These chemical cocktails include mercury and menu more. As the mining industry answers to know one they are conducting these violations of nature above the Great Artesian basin, one of the largest underground freshwater reserves in the world. If and when these poisons reach the basin the Australian people will certainly be in a deep pile of Wombat poo, as the yearly rainfall is lower than the consumption of the populous. Now the solution is desolation, at least in the state of Victoria.
In Cobar the mining is currently open pit in few different locations, we went to a open pit gold mine with a look-out and saw some huge mining trucks as they slowly hauled the rocs from the mine to processing. Broken Hill is a post apocalyptic mining town run by humans in co-operation with super mutants and the sherif is one of them mean green fight machines. Unfortunately the reality did not quite meet my Fallout expectations of this architectural marvel. The towns mines are now owned by a single operator and it's one of the largest open pits in the world. Unfortunately it is only visible from air, so we got no pictures of it. the humungous mountains of rock and sand that have been dug up are next to the centre of town and stretch for few kilometres. A place worth visiting if in the neighbourhood. In that city Wombo got rid of her tangled one dreadlock and I was the man on Fleet Street.
This was a month ago and in that time we have seen many lovely places for example the Adelaide hills which contain some lovely small villages of Germanic origin and hundreds of vineyards. My favourite village was Hahndorf in which I felt that I was all the way back in Europe. In nature the best on the edge experience would be found in the Grampians national park, which offers mighty views and spectacular walks in the most scenic environments imaginable and we can imagine quite a lot. The "great ocean road" on the other hand I found to be over advertised, for it has some nice ocean views, but not the UMPF factor one might seek in life. It also might be the feeling of following a path set by someone else, a predestined "must do" route. Also busloads of tourists from every corner of the world (JAPAN) make exploration uninteresting as one cannot follow ones own path, but must go on the routes made by someone else. Before we set sail towards Tasmania we camped at Colac (not Gulag) a bit under two hour ride from Melbourne, next to the lake. In here we met one of the biggest dogs I have ever seen and his name was BJ. BJ's owner Dean was in early retirement from a life of welding. His disks between the vertebrae had almost all collapsed an it made working bit impossible and life painful. He told us of his youth in a small Australian town and all the INSANE things he and his mates used to do. As we offered him a cup of tee he told us of his life in the bush, interesting and quite different from the way we have lived our childhoods. One thing that pops in to mind is Skirmish or paint ball except they had shotguns and .22 rifles to play with. Some people got hurt, but it's part of life, at least no-one died.
Some places have been advertised too much and in the process an image of magnificence has formulated around these locations which does not always get laid with reality. The unlawful expectations one might get, lead to disappointment and anger and these are the path to the dark side.
Now we are really looking for work, but nothing has yet revealed itself. Wombo has been trusted with the task of calling the orchards and selling our desperate case to the farmers. The minimum wage in here is fifteen dollars per hour, which is quite good for saving money and I have psyched myself to the machine mode to be able to stand a monotonic work around the clock. I will drop to the see of stories that inhabits my head and fill them baskets without noticing anything at all.
We like Tasmania and it's lovely nature, which is greener than the mainlands and more lush. Thou the internet can only bee found at government run internet access centres and a few well priced coffee shops plus it's sloooooow. Of course we bought the national parks pass, which you need to be able to see magnificent landscapes and lovely fluffy animals. And the money supposedly goes to the upkeep of these magnificent locations, that one must upkeep, the forrest cannot handle itself, just unthoughtful of me having that outrageous idea. This is the moment that the state of Bubleland is now independent and free parliamentary dictatorship. In the beginning there was state, this entity of freedom selected it's first ruler Shinzon prime. As his name echoed in the wast emptiness of space his first thought was of power and corruption. But time before time he had nothing to pinch his iron fist on so he thought of a world of people, that go to work and make an honest living for themselves. From these lost souls Shinzon prime collects his share of the loot. Peace can be eternal and you might call it as a special fire insurance.
Pictures from Australia, Cullamulla, Strahalbyn, Grampians national park, Bathurst, Mudgee, Sofala, Hill End, Parts of the East coast, Mutton bird island, Remember to keep your chicken to yourself and not spread them around, mediocre ocean road, intestines of some animal, a cow or two at ?, Wyandra, Cobar, Broken Hill, on the road, Spirit of Tasmania, and there might be few dozen more locations, Johanna Beach, Great Otway national park, Innes national park, Our party with SANDMAN. The pine cone Baseball pictures curtsy of Poc.
About cheese
At Tuesday we eat cheeses we will buy cheese on Monday. I what Blue cheese with dots and some asswooping swiss cheese. These will be consumed with river cold milk, orange balls and halloumi cooked on fire. Some other foods might also present themselves. I will read The Godfather, carve my totem stick, eat and take it easy. Might even swim in the ice cold river water, that runs from the mountains. We have the great dictator and modern times, two Chaplin movies neither of us have seen. We attempt to find more Wombats to our circle of fire.
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