Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Retroblog #1: On the Road

Since the last update, alot has been done. Enough for about four entries in fact. Because I'm a massive hipster, I thought it would be a good idea to buck the trend and post in reverse chronological order.

So we begin with the mostly pictorial tale of an epic two-day road-trip to Eden (oh the beautiful, melodic irony). Interspersed between the photos are quotes from Kerouac's classic stream-of-consciousness novel mentioned in the title and some songs that we heard:




We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one noble function of the time, move





Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me








The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn...






The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream





The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death







...Much like the bible suggests, Eden is pretty great; a warm, sleepy beach town with a fish and chips shop on the corner and endless rocky headlands for exploring. Nic, Mallani, Kate and I have settled comfortably into the unit...
But alas, at 0530 tomorrow we will be trading it in for another 36ish hours on the road to the roof of Australia.
For some odd reason, Nic wants to cover the distance on his feet.
The rest of us will be doing whatever we can to help.

This morning, 10k along the coast took me a good 90 minutes and required a swim as well as some very sketchy scrambling up and down cliffs. Another new experience: climbing up a face so craggy it bleeds your hands, with the roaring waves beating the rocks below. Look up and look down, sweat and stomach butterflies.

Finally, here's a bonus image which didn't quite make the clean road-trip-narrative cut. This is what happens when a bookworm student attempts to fill up a car (look at the shorts):

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