With just one day to go until I turn 40, today on 16th March 2021, I write this blog with the notion that 15 years ago I set off backpacking with Nathan, looking only for adventure. What I discovered, was so much more than I could ever have imagined, not only did I have the adventure of a lifetime, and I say this, because I’ve had many amazing adventures since, but this one in particular was the one that allowed me to let go of who I thought I should be, and just be me. Our 12-day road trip to Uluru (Ayers Rock) in 2007 cost us £700, back then it was the largest sum of money we’d ever spent in one hit (discounting the actual flights). When you read through (and I know my blogs require your time to sit through, so thank you), it strikes me as incredible that it didn’t cost so much more considering all the places we visited and stayed. I wonder if we did that trip today if we’d even get half as far on the same money. This being said, as I say in the journal below, I’d do it again, especially knowing all I’ve gained along the way.
I’ve just completed 10 weeks of home-school in a third National lockdown due to the Coronavirus, what I notice most about the journal below is how repetitive certain words are that I use to describe the things we saw; amazing, incredible, beautiful. I can picture Isabel, my daughter, spending her time overthinking the adverbs, nouns, fronted adverbials and terminology she’d use to create an image that is much more vivid, she’s incredible at the this, even at eight. But the truth is, I wanted to share what we’d seen, but I was in a hurry to return to my reality, and simply put, those were the words that described it as best I could in those moments – I had no time to overthink. Even today, as I’m taken back to those moments in time, those same describing words still echo in my head, I have no desire to change them. I still love to chase a sunset or a sunrise, be it the sunrise for Winter Solstice spent eating sausages at the top of a hill on Redmires in South Yorkshire with friends, or the sunset that I saw from the inside of the car whilst holidaying in Anglesey; both simply put were amazing. But why?
Is it because of who I was with when I saw them? Was it their spectacular colours, or the destination? Is it because I took the time to notice them? For anyone that’s stopped to capture a beautiful moment, only you can know the reason, for me, it’s all of what I’ve just questioned, and it’s a feeling that it creates deep inside, willing me to pause time, and be thankful for all that I have in that moment. To date, nothing has ever surpassed the sunset at the Mundi Mundi Plains, it felt like the opening scene from the Lion King (assuming we are all picturing the glorious plains and groups of animals in the vast distance), but more than this, it was the time I have never been more certain of what happiness was.
My journal below mentions Aboriginal Australians, and my first-hand impressions. I’ve followed the history of these Indigenous people over the years and feel today would be a very different experience with the respect and recognition that is now given to their culture and inherited rights. Given that I thought Alice Springs was ‘too touristy’ in 2007, shows incredibly the depths we’d experienced as backpackers venturing off the well-trodden paths and experiencing life in redneck towns first hand with those currently living in them. I remember clearly, a drunken Aboriginal woman following me, trying to sell me her art work. I was so naïve in my thinking, that collecting photos of name sakes like ‘Todd Mall’ was more important than recognising how much I’d later regret not having that original piece of art in my family home. My Dad bought a unique t-shirt with Aboriginal Art on his visit from Manly Bay – it cost triple what that drunken woman was selling her art for, I’ve since acquired this t-shirt and turned it into a cushion that every day takes me back to that Street in Alice Springs with that woman, where I wonder if her talent was ever enough to save her from the drink? I saw two pieces of Indigenous art in a shop in Byron Bay in 2019 that I too paid triple the cost of what that that woman offered me her art for, but nonetheless I have these now framed in my bathroom as a reminder of the unique way of storytelling, and the cultural significance of the use of symbols that teach about survival and land that I will never take for granted.
I live in hope I’ll see a Dingo I said in my journal, having mistaken a Bull Dog for one in 2007, and 12 years later in 2019 I did, on Fraser Island. I live in hope that as we stood on the roof of Stanley (our car) looking up at Uluru, that one day our children will send us similar photos as they explore the world firsthand for themselves. Until then, I’ll watch on as Nath systematically strips the both of them of their muddy boots, jeans, coats, in fact sometimes every outer layer of clothing, before placing them in the car after many a muddy walk in the Peaks, knowing that if one of them dares to climb on the roof he’s likely to internally combust; and when this happens (because it will), I shall remind him that they are just living in hope, that adventure lies waiting to be seen at the top.
Some things I’m happy to report never change. Nathan, while not necessarily restricted to April Fool’s Day, is always looking for the latest pranks. Over lockdown, he’s adapted to following TikToks (the latest of online trends) and put many a prank into motion for all of our amusements, and as such both of our children have learnt the value of being able to laugh at themselves. Thinking of the apples that were confiscated at the South Australian border, it seems border controls are something Nathan and I have always pushed our luck with. On a road trip to Oman with my Dad in 2011 we passed through what appeared to be an empty border check. Deciding we’d carry on through we reached the next fully manned one, only to be told to go back and get our stamps. I was miffed, much like I was with the confiscated apples, but looking over at Nathan, as I did at the South Australian border, I couldn’t help but smile, once again we weren’t fined, instead the half an hour we’d gleefully gained back then with the time zones in Australia, we’d now lost retreating to the first border check, but how we laughed at ourselves as we were stamped by the same Emirati twice having to do a U-turn to head back in the direction of Oman. To this day, I suspect we could have been in some serious trouble for passing through and not waiting, however, I do believe the Emirati who left his post, probably would have been in more trouble, hence waving us through with very little eye contact.
There is very little I regret in life, I am yet to make it to Thailand, but I know the opportunity will present itself, and until then I shall dream of island hopping. I have often wondered how things would have been if we’d stayed on and completed three months’ fruit picking for the 2nd year visa, especially as there is still so much of Australia we’ve yet to experience, even knowing when we returned in 2019 that we covered much of the original ground ruling out time for places we’ve longed to see. So, if I think to that year when we first got back; Nathan and I rented our first house together in Lincoln and learnt to live together in one place, only that one place led us back to Sheffield where we bought our first flat together. We both took on jobs that gave us experience that has later led us on to experiencing new cultures living in the UAE. We reconnected with the friends and family. And perhaps most important of all, and I could have never have known it, but I got to spend one last year making memories with my mum, before Cancer stole her from us in October 2008. It is very clear to me, that coming home, as heart breaking as it became was, that staying in Australia may well have been the regret I thankfully never made.
Dear Isabel and Zack - I’ll be honest with you; I’m excited about turning 40! And why you ask? I’ve spent a decade raising you both now, and that doesn’t end tomorrow, but what I see before me are two loving, kind, inquisitive and capable children. Of course I could talk about the days you literally have me tearing my hair out, but let’s face it, you are 8 and 4 years old, you are meant to push the boundaries, and it is mine and your Dad’s job to handle this. Life is short, I’ve always spent my days, however mundane, living in the now, and this has served to get me this far. I don’t know what this next decade holds but I’m not about to be fearful of it, and if I can offer you any advice it is this; don’t over think. Over thinking leads to a whole array of negative thoughts and emotions that quite frankly are unhelpful. Recognise where you are at, see where you want to be, and work towards it – no matter how far in the distance, you’ll make it, and never thrive to be anyone but you – you are enough.
Dear Mum – I’m here mum, I’m 40 (well a few hours away), a brand new decade is upon me. It’s hard to imagine that as I enter this decade only two years from now that you were first diagnosed with Cancer. I remember you telling me, I remember your brave, kind face. The older I get, oddly the closer I feel to you. As I wrap my arms around your grandchildren, as I read to them, as I sit watching their amateur performances I feel you next to me. As I watch their everyday struggles with changing friendships, changing bodies, with schoolwork that doesn’t come easy, and with their fight for independence I feel you in me. As I talk to Dad, and to Rachel, and to those who knew you, I hear your words in our conversations. And as I picture my future and stride towards it I know I have to be patient, and when I’m being patient with all of those things, that’s when I feel you most – you were the most patient mother who taught me the value in this, and for this I say thank you.
Here goes; the final road trip to Ayers Rock (April 2007)
The last of the money sat in our banks has been waiting for this journey as long as we have, and finally it was time to begin preparations for our final road trip. While Nathan was busy making sure the car had essential spares; a spare wheel and fuel tank, I helped the O'Brien's with their yearly street garage sale. Actually I’m a terrible liar, while me and Nathan were still asleep (recovering from three weeks with the Todd Tribe) we were awoken to be handed money from the things we had put forward to sell. Gone were the body boards (we reasoned we wouldn’t need them in a desert), gone was the camping shower that we'd never used, and gone was the tent; our final road trip we had decided was to be an intimate trip shared with the just the three of us - me, Nathan and Stanley!
Knowing how desolate the journey was going to be we decided to drop Stanley at the garage to change the air filter for a brand new one, and while we waited on this happening we bought a supply of food and snacks for the journey which I arranged into their appropriate places once Stanley was returned to us, happily transforming the car back into a fully working/sleeping vehicle.
Sunday 1st April, 9am, I couldn’t be more excited, we were all set and ready to go. Stanley wouldn’t start. I couldn't believe it, we hadn’t even left Sydney and the goal of reaching the center of Australia was fading away, tears of frustration, anger, and upset were about to explode from my bulging eyes, and then I look over at Nathan who is crying hysterically, while these words leave his lips, ‘April Fools!’ Stanley starts.
About an hour later I saw the funny side!
Our first stop (of many) was Bathurst where we drove around Mount Panorama race track. We couldn't believe it was open to the public, but people actually live in the middle of it, so it is used as a road when the car racing isn't on – there really were some fantastic views. As we drove as quickly as we dare with Stanley around the corners; 45kph, it was hard to imagine how the race drivers go at over 200 kph! Still, it was a good start to the day. We travelled on through Dubbo only stopping for what was our worst takeaway pie yet and arrived late afternoon at a very small town called Nygan. Lisa's dad Rob was brought up here and still has family who were able to put us up for the night. Having no mobile reception, I had no choice but to ask for directions in the only IGA food store. It turns out this was one of those small towns that know everyone by name. Needless to say a further two minutes later and we were arriving at Denise and Codge's. And soon after, it wasn't long till Codge had taken us to the local golf club, the type of golf club that knows everyone, so as we walked in all eyes were on us, still once they'd realised we were just a couple of Poms they were hell bent on telling us a few yarns and having a laugh. A fair few beers later, and we headed back for soup and toasted sandwiches followed by Codge's home brew. Rob had pre-warned us about this, but having already had a fair few beers in the golf club we were game for whatever was put us in front of us. Let’s just say we were asleep by 8pm, and the plan to be on the road by 6am was delayed for something more like an hour or so later. Brilliant company to start the trip though, and off we went again.
From Nygan to Cobar (a small steam train town), to Willcannia, which we drove straight through after a couple of warnings from Aussie's not to stay there. In fact, they'd warned us that much that I actually was driving and made Nathan take over just as we arrived as I felt he’d be in a better position to negotiate a speedy exit if needed. It appears Willcannia is overpopulated with Aboriginals whose daily habit is to drink on street corners and cause a little bit of trouble, and sure enough as we drove through that's exactly what we saw. It’s a shame really as not all Aboriginal towns are like this and quite often you can have a very safe and enjoyable time, especially when I think back to Mossman all those many months ago. Still, we didn't dwell on it too much and arrived at Broken Hill early afternoon. By now we had seen quite a change in scenery and were clearly getting into some real outback towns; fuel prices were rising slightly but the locals were getting friendlier. A quick look around Broken Hill led us up to Silverton 10 minutes away. Silverton for those that don't know is the film location for Mad Max, and the Silverton Hotel still has the Mad Max car sat outside. Just how many photos Nathan took I don't know, but we were baking in the sun a fair while. Silverton has literally a dozen buildings and a population of less than 60. When I managed to prize Nathan away we had a look around the old Jailhouse, now a museum, and having really enjoyed ourselves decided our first night’s camp would be in Silverton. We weren't disappointed; Rob has told us about a place called The Mundi Mundi Plains that has an awesome sunset. Once the we arrived it didn’t take us long to see why. All you can see for miles and miles is beautiful land in every direction; it looks like you could literally just drop of the end of the end of the world. The photos are amazing, the only annoying factor was the flies, which as we'd been warned are quite literally everywhere. Locals who are used to them say they are friendly, but trust us when we say this, they are not friendly, they are annoying! Next purchase fly nets.
As we left Silverton the next morning we were greeted by desert camels; the first of many animals on this leg of the journey that became a regular occurrence. Typical sightings included emus (large scary looking emus), huge fat cows (often already dead), sheep, bulls, kangaroos; again all of the previously mentioned could already be noted found dead. And when there weren’t animals there was a complete vast of nothingness – a nothingness that lasted for hours.
Tuesday 3rd April and today we finally make it into South Australia at a place called Cockburn. We both stood very proudly under the sign posing and trying very hard to ignore the flies! Again the lonely planet proves to be the only bible ever needed as it informed us of the half hour time difference which made all the difference, now we were making excellent time. As we passed through the check point at Oodla Wirra we had our apples confiscated by fruit inspectors, still they didn't give us a fine so some might say it was our lucky day in the grand scheme of things, but I really was miffed at having to purchase fruit again. We were now seeing such things as dust twisters in the far away distance of the Flinders Ranges - rather bizarre. We arrived at our destination for the night Port Augusta. On the Aussie map it’s the part where the Tasman sea comes in and meets Port Augusta and looks idyllic. In reality it’s a bit of a swamp, and in general not the best of places we've seen, rather on par with Mackay, in fact I think even probably Mackay had more to offer. Still we made the most of it and bought some fly nets, had the exhaust fitted back on Stanley seen as it had dropped a little. No complaints though, he's been running fine and it was only $20 to repair. We've been doing between 6-8 hours of driving in a day so haven't really pushed Stanley too hard yet, the next stretch will prove if he is going to continue to behave! The heat is also soaring now, well over 30 degrees which makes driving quite hard as constant mirages on the road make it difficult to overtake. It’s really strange to see but becomes the norm after a while.
Leaving Port Augusta, we had an early morning photo opportunity, the first Alice Springs sign, we were on a total high again. There wasn't anywhere in particular to stop along the way now, just a few very small road houses to fuel up. We were totally in the desert with a mixture of red dirt soaring around us with often nothing more than small brown twigs poking up out of the earth, and lots of animal carcasses on the road edge; it was really quite eerie. We passed a fair few lakes today, but in general the land was flat and wide. Thank goodness the air-con works, and it’s a good job we both drive. Swapping the driving meant we arrived at Coober Pedy in good time and had an opportunity for a well needed refreshing swim in the camp site pool. Coober Pedy is quite unusual in that most of the houses, hotels etc are underground. Basically it allows people to escape the heat of the sun and keeps them warmer at night avoiding the harsh sub temperature degrees you get in the desert. It really was the most peculiar thing to see and in general we felt the opal mining town didn't have the friendliest of atmospheres. Arriving early meant we had to put up with the heat, and the sun for a fair few hours yet, so we opted for a nice air conditioned cabin which was well worth the money. All around us in every direction was a red vast of nothingness, the reality of how far we were traveling was becoming apparent.
We made it to the Northern Territory at a place called Kulgera, where we stopped only for petrol. We had the usual photos and a very quick chat with a couple from Victoria who wanted to give us their take on the Peter Falconia story, it appears we weren’t too far from where the murder took place, with that in mind, we didn't stop to chat any longer, making our excuses to leave. A quick whoop for joy as we passed the sign for Ayers Rock, and three hours later we were finally in Alice Springs; as far ‘up North’ as we intended on this trip. We are a little confused as to why people see this as a starting point for Ayers rock when it made us 3 hours in the wrong direction, but decided as we’d made this journey we were going to make the most of it. We saw the Todd River, we visited The Todd mall, and stayed at Toddy's backpackers. The backpackers left a lot to be desired, so I wouldn’t recommend this in the slightest, but I’m sure you understand why we just had to stay there. Having had a beer in the Bojangles Bar, and having now seen most of what Alice Springs had to offer, we came to the conclusion that it was an OK place; perhaps just a little too touristy for us. Keen to explore further afield, and with time on our hands, we ventured out to West Macdonnell Ranges as far as Standley Chasm. We didn't get to go in as we’d arrived too late, so put the foot on the gas and made it in time to explore Simpsons Gap; more rock formations in an area that was really quite beautiful. On the return to Alice Springs we thought we saw a dingo but after checking a picture I had saved from a magazine we reasoned it was just a stray bulldog! (I live in hope.) We watched the sun set over Alice Springs and ended the day once again feeling very content with life as we now know it.
Ayers Rock here we come! The first mistake people often make on this trip is spotting Mount Connar and mistaking it for 'the Rock', we could see why, it was really impressive! After being advised by a guy from Israel that we had met earlier on our travels we fueled up at Curtain springs for a shocking 1.75pl, we couldn't believe it when we got to the Ayers Rock resort and it was much cheaper at 1.55pl, it turns out not all travel advice is to be taken for granted! Having already reasoned that the accommodation at the local resort would be overpriced, we booked in anyway and camped for a couple of nights. The flies weren't that bad for some strange reason, and the pool as you can imagine was very refreshing in the hot weather! The Ayers Rock Resort in general, apart from being a tad overpriced for the hotels (but what do you expect when you are in the middle of nowhere) was better than anticipated. The only disappointment we found was the crap selection of food, especially meat at the supermarket. It verged from below average to really horrible food, especially the stuff we ate from budget cafes and takeaways - still we survived, and I would, in a shot, go again. The only thing left to do for the final few hours was pay our 3 day $25 entry fee for the Uluru-Kata-Tjuta NP and watch the sunset over Ayers Rock. Smiles all around and cameras ready. After the sunset at the Mundi Mundi plains we knew it would be hard to top, and if we are honest it didn't quite top it, but the moment in itself was still amazing. We were at the lookout with a fair few other travelers who were all equally in the middle of nowhere in Australia, feeling they had achieved their goals. It was a perfect time for reflection that's for sure. With the sunset now behind us, it was time for one more day at the resort, and the descent back to Sydney where we will begin making preparations for returning home; the inevitable had reached us and we can’t put if off any longer.
Next morning the Uluru (real name for Ayers rock) climb had been banned due to high winds at the top. Instead we ventured to see The Olgas, boulder type rock formations almost as dramatic as Ayers Rock itself. In fact, so dramatic that we ended up doing a 4 hour walk around and through them, returning with blistered ankles. Swapping the hiking boots for trainers we cleaned ourselves up and headed back to glimpse at Uluru which had now opened back up the climb - typical. Aware of all the dangers and requests from the Aboriginal authorities to not climb the rock, it really was inevitable that we'd attempt to, and that was just what we did. I got a quarter of the way up and found my trainers to be sliding on the unusual slippery surface of the rock, and besides this it was pretty steep too, the thought of coming down after looking up at some of the faces already scrambling down and passing me, to be truthful terrified me. So, I did the only thing I could in that situation, I refused to move another inch and happily waved Nathan on to the top where I would dutifully take a photo from my safe height. Now here's the thing, Nathan is used to heights and even Nathan only made it half way! I took a great photo at this point in the climb and you really can see the height and enormity of Uluru. By the time Nathan made it back down to me, where I still hadn't budged an inch, the sweat coming from him was unbelievable, the temperature was soaring to above 36 degrees! Having made the final bit back down safely together, we were still pretty chuffed at actually having the photo to prove we've stood on Ayers Rock, Australia's icon image. Whenever we see advertisements for Australia, Uluru is usually there somewhere, and knowing we've seen it up close and personal is a really great feeling. An early night was called for as our tired feet definitely needed resting, after which an early rise followed the next day, as we headed over to Kings Canyon.
It was an interesting start to the day with both of us still feeling quite tired from the adventures of the last few days, in fact it was a surprise that we made it in one piece with no thanks to one reckless driver who had pulled out a side road straight in front of me onto a desert road, totally oblivious to that fact I was traveling at the legal speed limit of 110 kph. I was pleased the brakes didn’t falter, but did fear we were in for a bit of road rage. The car in front of me had seen what had happened and refused to let the idiot pass, so at one point we were up behind him. Completely aware that this had put Nathan in a bad mood, I was more than happy to see the idiot take an even bigger gamble and ride off into the mirage on the road ahead. Nathan’s mood lightened and he even admitted he was pretty impressed with how I’d stayed calm and in control. It was just a shame that an hour later I had to spoil it by veering of the edge (just a little) after taking a second too long to admire the roaming wild camels and horses. We swapped at this point.
Our ankles were still very sore by the time we'd got to Kings Canyon, but we did manage the one hour walk to the look out where the height of the canyon beyond was amazing. We could see people peering down from the edges of the Canyon, and as much as we wanted to be up there with them, on this particular occasion, were quite happy waving from the lookout. We’d managed to keep to a good time, despite how the day started, so as we passed the Kings Creek Station we decided to stop and have a camel ride in the desert; it was very relaxing, if nothing else. Once back on the Stewart Highway, we decided to stop the night at the cross section at a place called Erlunda. We were desperate for a good feed by now, and thankfully wasn’t disappointed with the rissoles, chips and gravy we were served, all washed down with three perfectly cold stubbies. At this point in the road trip it is now the 9th April where we were making our way back along the Stewart Highway. Timing was working out well, Stanley hadn’t missed a beat, we reached Coober Pedy by mid-afternoon and having already stayed here we push on, making the first night’s camp on the return at a roadhouse in Glendambo. How anyone could live there I don't know? The sign said; ‘Population 30, 2 million sheep and 22 million flies or so;’ and they weren't lying!
As we made it back to Broken Hill we camped again for what was to be our final camp, and what better way to end than with a bowl of noodles cooked on the stove. Next day we got back to Dubbo; tired and in need of a bed we stayed at another Formula1 Hotel at an even cheaper rate of $49 a night. It was time to check the funds. Oh dear! As suspected this was to be our most expensive road trip ever. We traveled 6000km in a space of 12 days at a total cost of 700 pounds. Ouch! We knew petrol would be pricey, and at times the flies were too annoying to consider camping, but would we do it again, hell yeah! This trip was somewhat of an eye opener, it was moving in its own right with a real sense of achievement for me and Nathan. Making this road trip was the one thing we knew we couldn’t leave Australia without seeing, we didn’t know why at the time, especially as we now know there is so much we will return home having not seen, but we hope this journal entry has shown just a little why we wanted to go so much, and just how far we’ve come backpacking.
So here we are back in Sydney for the final time. With only two months left on our Visa we have reasoned that it would mean roughly two months of working to be able to explore Western Australia and Darwin; the only places we haven't seen out of this very large country (although we’ve literally only stepped foot in Adelaide so this still needs exploring, and of course there is Tasmania). With that in mind, and funds now at an all-time low, it was time to sell Stanley and face reality; it’s time to return to the UK. Selling Stanley was easy, he's in good working order (finally!), and as backpacker’s cars go, he’s classed as relatively new, add on he’s fully equipped with all the camping gear, it was a steal for anyone. Not keen on the hassle of selling privately we went to Travelers Auto-barn who exceeded our expectations, we walked away with smiles having made enough to enjoy the last of our time in Australia without having to work. We reflected a little, having bought a car all those months ago meant traveling Australia could be done at our own pace, we'd definitely gotten to see so much more of it than we ever would have sat on a bus. The money we paid out to fix the car, although annoying at the time, was completely worthwhile as it saved us in other ways, not having to pay hostel prices for double rooms, and avoiding the contamination of bed bugs which we came across all too often. Stanley was a great option, for money and connecting us as a couple, and leaving him all alone in the Auto-barn was a tad sad. Can you believe I am being all sentimental over a car – who would have ever thought it. Still, if any backpackers are reading this, and you have just arrived in Sydney looking for a car, if he's still there, head to Travelers Auto-barn at Kings Cross; he's worth buying, Stanley by name, reg. no VHH 612.
With the car sold, and a bulging wallet there was nothing left but to fly home via that holiday destination Thailand we’d been thinking of for so long. No chance! It is currently a high risk area at the moment putting us off for one thing, but with the first available flights back to the UK on our tickets not being until mid to the end of May, it almost certainly meant that we'd have spent up before even making it to Thailand. Sometimes the obvious is staring you in the face, and thankfully after speaking with Auntie Pat in New Zealand who pointed out the obvious, we went ahead and booked it. Australia is the best holiday destination in the world, and we are here, in Australia. While the shops prepare for Winter which is fast approaching here in Sydney, one of our favourite all time destinations, the Gold Coast, remains hot. So off we go. Flights booked, and you’d better believe it, a 4-star apartment awaits us for the final leg of our trip, complete with sauna, spa, and outdoor swimming pool, and Surfers Paradise beaches at our feet. We aren't intending to make you jealous, but we are pretty sure we'll get some stick once we do arrive back, so in the mean time we plan to recap all that we have done, sit back and relax before returning to annoy you all. Watch this space for the final journal entry sure to be packed with last minute tales, and drunken happenings. We'll be sure to let you know when we have flights booked, you'll need the notice to stock your fridges and freezers up ready to feed us skint brits looking for an easy ride back into normality.
We hope you have enjoyed following the journal as much as we have enjoyed writing it. We've made, and are still making some fantastic friends along the way that I’m sure will all agree how much fun travelling can actually be. We have lots of people to thank, but as we haven’t left just yet, I will save those for the final journal entry.
Love always, Lindsay and Nathan xx
*Photos - top, proof Nathan was once happy to stand on the roof a car at Ayers Rock, middle, capturing the sunset at the Mundi Mundi Plains, and bottom, the obligatory we may it to the middle of Australia photo - well Alice Springs anyway.
I am a 'wannabe' Nomad who currently lives in Sheffield with my husband and two children. I genuinely love exploring new places but finding time to fit this in is tricky so more often than not I'm found in the closest independent coffee shop because nothing cheers me up better than a decent coffee.