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Arrival in Australia
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I left Krabi on the 18th of April on the overnight bus to Bangkok. On arrival I checked into one of Khao San’s smaller hotels. I spent a couple of days catching up with a friend I first encountered several months before in India. Khao San road, for all it’s failings, seems to be a hub for all south east Asia’s backpackers, you cannot help to come across someone you know, either by arrangement, by chance, or a bit of both (such was my meeting).
The flight from Bangkok to Sydney was 9 hours in duration and much like all flights which avert disaster, warrants very few column inches in this riveting account of my travels and adventures.
The beautiful city of Sydney held me for a mere 5 days. I visited the opera house, Bondi beach and Manly (on the ferry) but nevertheless found myself somewhat disheartened by the ease with which everything could be found or achieved. It lacked that ’something’ which differentiates just existing from traveling, that ’something’ which isn’t necessarily one’s movement from one place to another, but something spiritual which I have only found when existence itself is more challenging. I started looking for ‘new and adventurous’ ways to continue my journey and after many frustrating hours of ponderings, I decided upon hitch hiking. I think the draw may have been an opportunity to escape and distance myself (both spiritually and physically) from the type of people littering the hostels and cheap drinking holes claiming to be ‘travelers’. Perhaps the romanticism of a true road trip also played it’s part. By nightfall on the 25th my cardboard sign had already been crafted. The following morning I departed…….my goal…..Melbourne.