Honestly, I didn't think this series would go this long. At the same time, I didn't realise this would be its' conclusion. There's a magnetism, an attracting force, that constant movement and travel generates. Despite struggles, difficult conversations and strained finances, perpetual motion forces these potential obstacles into the background. Attention is engaged on the … Continue reading How 2 weeks turned into 2 years – Part 6
So, relationship mode engaged. I still had my job in resources that required me to fly to work for 3 weeks every month. Due to the nature of the project I was working on (and the industry as a whole), my contract could be up at any time. An attitude I had assumed from the very beginning of my contract was an acceptance that any given month could be my last one. As it happened, I continually had my contract extended and renewed with other companies working on the same site. Apparently I had the right attitude.
Just like the trip to Nusa Lembongan started, with a travel sick boat ride, the same process was repeated on the return journey to Bali. Don't worry, I was fine. I wanted to get rid of my rupiah before jetting back to work so purchasing beer at 10 am was about a good a way as any to get rid of my currency. My traveling companion, things weren't so good.
If you're just tuning in to this love story, welcome! Check out Part 1 & Part 2 to get yourself up to speed. OK, now that you're with us, the journey continues below ... So while I mourn the loss of some toe nails and marvel at the hideously blackened ones that tenaciously hang … Continue reading How 2 weeks turned into 2 years – Part 3
If you're wondering, does this mean there was a Part 1? You're damn right! Take a deep breath and click here! Lightning Recap: R&R, negotiating taxi fares, late night, turning down paid for sex, sweaty and greasy, un-massaged, new friends, hostel pools, crammed cabs, dance floor squats, tequila, sunsets, cold beers. Right, all caught up … Continue reading How 2 weeks turned in 2 years – Part 2
As a preface to this piece, I used to work in the resources sector in Australia. My job required me to work away for between 2 to 3 weeks at a time, 7 days a week, 12 hours a day. Whether this makes you cringe or is something you can immediately relate to your everyday grind, it gave me the benefit of excellent pay while affording me 10 to 14 days off after each shift. This was the ultimate work life balance for a single male in their mid to late 20's. Flying home was not as appealing as turning my attention towards foreign shores in the hopes of leaving the red Western Australian dirt behind, replaced by days spent by the beach, swimming over coral reefs, treks through jungles, visiting ancient temples, and weeks spent up to my armpits in snow in the Japanese Alps.