Road trips are made of these…

If the world was a sea then we would be the flotsam, drifting endlessly from one continent to the other – between cities and states and countries and territories – never to be stopped until we perish. For the quixotic version of eternity that we spend in each place, we drive. From the Mountains of Montana to the fjords of Norway and from the desolate outback of the Northern Territory to the lush highways of the Garden Route – it has been one delightful journey after another. I hope it never stops. I hope I always find something to reminisce and write about.
Continue reading...

Made By Men, Touched By God: Australia

The night rolls away with a puff of wind among the vast, cold plains of the New South Wales winter. We drive through the thunder and with the rain almost impeding us at every turn. The wipers move with a death rattle that could leave us in the lurch at any point of time. We’re singing songs along the way, oblivious to the rain outside, yet enjoying every minute of it, smoking cigarettes, talking about old times and all the things in life that won’t matter to us during the next 10 days. The Mid-western Highway abruptly stops its sprint as it ends with a final sigh into a T-junction – gear shift, clutch, brake – the engine almost complains as we bring the car to a halt after taking a left towards Hay.
Continue reading...