Whizzing by another west Australian fly, a Campervan headed from Perth to Melbourne is our home over the next week. wife, dog and I are our entourage catapulting ourselves into an Australian adventure based on a move to the east coast and a thought of why not.
Esperance takes over as the first stop; blue aquamarine and white hues melt magically into the ocean making us feel like we are part of a small tribe who have discovered paradise. Sand squeaks underneath feet as we wade into the crisp clear water drawn like moths to light, dive in and surface content.
Carrying on the road and landscape begins to blend into a story line of changing pastures and vegetation every few hundred clicks, like an unfolding lord of the rings timeline excluding Mordor. Endless plains stretch out changing mindsets of pre- conceived distance, like a frog who has forever lived in a stream, discovering the ocean.
Large gulps of expanse, scream silent echoes like a involuntary gaping yawn. We are engulfed being forced upon a rare moonscape and the experience is impossible to ignore. Bushes and scrubs appear like barbed wire fences waiting to trap a perpetrator harsh and unforgiving however not without charm and uniqueness. The earth demands life as the plants and trees solidify roots within dry soil.
More and more Km’s tick by and we begin to assume driving positions swapping between copilot and the navigation chores which come with it. We transform into an identity, with habits emerging such as a designated uniform consisting of the bare minimum such as shorts, t shirt and bare feet. Packed supplies and clean clothes are accessible but for some reason become unnecessary. Strange singing patterns begin, and competitive car cricket where red cars seen every 100km earn six runs. Every passing car give the secret finger wave as we pass, a gesture which evaporates within larger cities
Km’s are eaten as we emerge as motorized butterflies from former grubs crawling, we are now competent in our approach to fly the Australian plains and over the 90 mile stretch of the nullabor . Hail, lighting, thunder, sandstorms, wind gusts heaving at us, and sun are all experienced in only a few days. Weather over the first few days is a blessing by limiting roo numbers on the road. Roos, parrots, foxes, crows, snakes, rabbits, livestock are all seen among iconic road signage depicting potential wildlife sightings. Late one night a large roo dominates the road we slow but are unable to slow enough, and pass by the animal who luckily stays perfectly still on the other side of the road watching us curiously as welcome intruders and becoming a guardian of the land accepting our presence as we pass each other unharmed.
We begin to embrace the moment and with it deep low gut wrenching laughter takes a hold during various over tired and hilarious intervals where we look over one another and the situations we are in. Busy is better than idle, as we soak in the new experiences.
The continuation of the engine turning through the land begins to feel like a wave we are riding onwards, gaining momentum as we stop into cactus visiting two dessert snakes slithering on the sand dunes by the breaking waves. Banksy the dog is covered by his protective mother, a city dog dreaming of a past nostalgic memory of ancestors living wild.
Magic surf spots appear through rugged rock reef breaks. Surfers camp living a true Australian adventure where they are shaped by the undeniable influence of experiencing nature and being in the sea in an intimate and majestic setting. Hair is styled by dust and salt, and fashion becomes a latter priority.
Sliding through towns which appear in spaces seem fascinating, small populations with company in a selected few to pass the time. A caravan park owner runs us through the property with warm welcoming. We pack up and settle in ready for an early start with an unknown next stop and only a final destination in mind.
South Australia beckons with a small coastal town of robe. A restuarant with old and new friends is filled as we move from the campervan and into the un-hostile environment. We are greeted by a friend the following morning with a coffee in hand as we take to the coastal dunes checking the ocean for waves to surf. Plunging in shortly after, sleep is washed away with fresh salt water and the adrenaline of some steep drops down wave faces.
We make our final days travel to Torquay and onto Melbourne visiting friends and loved ones, letting the previous days experiences sink in from what was a step away from an everyday week.
Thank you adventure and the inspiration with brings with it a reminder of self along the way