The magnetism, the island, the tree. A tale from Magnetic island.

It’s weird to write down this part of my trip because it makes me think that actually there is a bit of chillin’ even in “my way” to travel: it’s not fight everyday. Sometimes you just need to accept that life is simple and beautiful like it is and you need to enjoy what is in front of your eyes.

I was passing by Townsville in Australia with my travelmate going south from Cairns, and that was the only plan we had got. Actually none of our stops was planned. It was just me asking: “well, since we are here. Why don’t we go to Magnetic Island?” So we did. We found the port, we dropped the car in a parking area and we went took a ferry. First thing I realized was that I’ve been missing islands’ air. It was quite a while I was on a “mainland”, almost one year, and “yes” watching an island while you get closer and closer gave me very good vibes. You smell it, you reach it, and finally you arrive in a paradise. I think islands give me such a good feeling because I’ve always appreciated the simplicity and the idea of a little and cozy space all for you but actually opened to the beauty of a 360 degrees of freedom, wild, purity; basically …. The Ocean

Magnetic Island ferry

Most of the people thinks island is a prison and a place where every good is hard to find and expensive. I honestly think the opposite: in the island my needs are so low that even if I spend a lot of money for little goods, I have very basic claims and since I don’t feel the stress of “civilization” anymore, I can easy reject some of the very “must to have” objects of the commodified society. It’s not that in a island you are immediately isolated, cause it actually doesn’t change very much especially in those inhabited places, but ideally the separation makes you projected in a necessary wildness, in a detached mood. And that’s enough sometimes.

Magnetic Island Map

We went through the forests with a bus first, to Horseshoe bay, and walking after, till Radical bay. Horseshoe bay is a beautiful and gently inhabited bay on the north shore.

From there, you can take a nice walk in the middle of the dry forest of this special island going a bit east. After our little sandwich on the garden on the seafront of Horseshoe bay, we went to explore this beauty: we even spot a Koala in the wild. We weren’t that into the tourism to be able and excited to pay for a visit at the Koala Sanctuary, but in the end we got our little wild present (with a little help). Since koalas are very silent, slow and often asleep it’s very hard to spot them in the wild, cause you wouldn’t actually realize they are around unless a very kind man crossing your way would tell you where to look

We had some pics trying to keep silent. I was wondering how they would do in the Sanctuary: if those animal are awake basically 4 hours per day, holding them it must necessary be while they sleep. I’m not an ethologist but I suppose it would be quite a stress for them, using the only few hours they have got to chew a couples of leaves to be held by a stranger.

The walking was not easy neither too hard. Radical bay was lush… I was almost tempted to dive, but I saw some particular ex-life on the sand that made me unconfident…

After walking by the beach I preferred to climb trees around and lay and chill. I got one of the best nap of my life. Alex was working on opening a coconut while I was dreaming about living a life on top of a tree. After he finished this hard work he reached me on the hall of my new “home” and we had some coconutwater together. It’s crazy how simple is happiness when you forget how unneeded is the effort to rush and accumulate in an ordinary life.

I turn 30 and I’m free (some lines I wrote for my birthday, the 25th of November)

The last decade has begun with two mourners that have struck me deeply. I’ve being followed by that cloud of bad feelings during my whole twenties. I can’t say they were horrible; better than the teens, for sure. Many things had happened, including moves, delusions, achievements, and doors slammed in my face. At the beginning of my young life I was a teacher of righteousness. I was good at being in advance in everything, especially in time, in reasoning, in reaching a goal. The ambition that always moved me did not even allow me to be competitive, to look around and compare myself to others: there was no time for these stupid things. I was good at doing many things and I expected the world and its inhabitants to reward me with their graces. This has never happened, especially from its inhabitants, who, despite having studied them long and wide, continue to cause me an immense discomfort and make me feel the need to go to lick my wounds in solitude more often than expected. I remember the times when I used to say that hard work would be rewarded. I have a word for those who still believe in it: “bullshit”. Just bullshit. What is rewarded is when you decide to fuck it all and decide to break through the door that has always been slammed in your face or write on it “Fuck you”, turn and walk away. Those are the finest satisfactions I have ever taken: me, my personal growth and the times when even if the world shows me how unjust it is, I look at him with my glittering eyes and tell him: sooner or later everyone slams the useless baby toe into the useless corner somewhere, somehow. 8d927b37392659.5606670fa529dI grew up in a wonderful place where despite the people I love are always there to wait and show me their affection they often have been the ones to make me suffer the most, with their prejudices and their biases. My mother is the exception. Despite her atavistic negativity, that is the result of ages of watching corruption, bad politics, mafia, and all kind of usurper exploiting us since many centuries, I believe she comes from a parallel universe: her mercy has always misguided me. She can do something I’m trying to do since a longtime now: “Do not bring rancor.” When I was little, except for my closest relatives (which are very special in this) every time I was curious about something, I was answered: “What’s for?” That, translating intonation and Sicilian sarcasm, means “let it go, it’s hard, you’ll probably won’t make it, this is not for you. ” Honestly, I think it is a miracle that I came out as I am from such an ineffective environment, devoted to the impossibility and poor ambition. I am astonished less and less, because in the rest of the world it does not work that way and, since I’ve lived in the rest of the world, I tend to forget the bitterness of an uncle or a relative who “stifles” your abilities. I promise myself that I will smile every time that this will happen in the future rather than get angry. As far as I am concerned, it is ten years that I’m getting all that I want, for terribly contorted and disgraced ways, and I do not think many can say the same. I can, aloud. I have always had very few money and earned with a lot of effort, but this did not stop me from appreciating the slowness of real travels, the struggle for survival and the “barefoot” conquest of what freedom, happiness, knowledge were for me. The difficulties did not stop me from pointing my finger on a globe and saying “I’ll go there” and do it in reality. In my homeland it is always said “no”. It’s an interlayer! Even when we agree with someone we say “no” to intervene. It is amazing how much this attitude for years transmitted makes you become an exile if you do not want to accept it or one of the many “sad” being if you accept it. This mystical impossibility (which in Sicily makes people answer to you questions “no, it can’t be done” and even if you ask why it is not possible to solve that problem, especially bureaucracy related, they answere “because it is so”) made me so angry that I started to denounce my hometown problems with complains that nobody has ever listened to. I started to cure myself with travels, music and moving in a very special city like Turin, which has given me friendships I can swear will last forever. Thos special human beings took me by the hand when my anarchy began to overwhelm the bigots around me, they taught me the beauty of the “blurred edge” while my “sunny” attitude was only admiring the “bright” side of things, they showed me that it is not necessary to hide myself only because I’m a bit different. cropped-fotor_145369593632151Then, It comes about the international friends who have helped me understand that the world is mine, and that love has infinite shapes, apple-shaped, home-shaped, sometimes grave-shaped, sometimes shapeless. Since then, since I only know how to make shabby shapes and chaotic things, I decided that I would have given so much love, free love, row love, fine love, in fact, inform love. Whenever I am tempted to judge a behavior or a choice of life I will ask myself a thousand times if it is not the case to learn again and to accept a new existence shape among my limits. I wish everyone to be free, to love without being “choked”, to be gentle and to send what makes you sufferto the hell, like I did yesterday that I quit my job! I’m going to build new dreams for the next decade, I know already they will be a million …

Week thirtyeight in Australia

People were getting ready for the Halloween party. It’s nice to see how differently this date is celebrated around the world. Halloween night is special for us sicilians as well. It is believed that During this night dead people bring a plate with candies, nuts and the frutta martorana (marzipan and almond fruit-shaped pastries) to every kid. The day after is normally the “sweetest” day of all the year 🙂

http://www.palermoviva.it/la-frutta-martorana/

Week thirtyfive in Australia 

Last week I did a gardening work. It was hard but fun! I like to take care of the “landscape” even when this belongs to a very rich family and not to the land anymore. The vew from that property was stunning. Cairns is stunning.

At that time I didn’t know I would have had a lot of troubles working for this family. I still haven’t got the money they owe me. I needed to put Fairwork system in the middle, which is a very useful platform as well, offered by the government.

At firework.com.au you can find also how much you need to get payed for a certain  job. Thanks to this website I understood that anyway I would have get paid less then the minimal wage of Queensland according to what the “boss” said when we first met and that I can claim for my right to be respected.

They are still working on my case, but I’m happy that after ignoring me for many months, finally the Ex-boss had to respond to my complain.

Week thirtytwo in Australia

Been travelling across the desert and the savannah, stopping at road houses and free campings in the middle of nowhere, crossing the border from Northern Territory and Queensland, ending up in the east coast, back to the Ocean.

How good is to wake up in Balgal beach and walk through the low tide?

While the sea unveils all the little marine creatures that are going to be hidden in the next 6 hours. Nature is The real show in this earth!!!

Week thirtyone in Australia

Moved in Darwin. I loved the city even if for the first couple of days I couldn’t move from my bed due to some crazy sickness. Northern Territory is much wilder and “desolate”. Not many people are living here especially if you compare this to the new south wales. I met many people from everywhere and this is a backpaker place during the dry season. Now the city is getting empty little by little. Apparently the wet season is a crazy humid period. I’m still curious to hang around during the wet season but an opportunity for a road trip has been rising. I might go to Cairns very soon.Moved in Darwin. I loved the city even if for the first couple of days I couldn’t move from my bed due to some crazy sickness. Northern Territory is much wilder and “desolate”. Not many people are living here especially if you compare this to the new south wales. I met many people from everywhere and this is a backpaker place during the dry season. Now the city is getting empty little by little. Apparently the wet season is a crazy humid period. I’m still curious to hang around during the wet season but an opportunity for a road trip has been rising. I might go to Cairns very soon.

Week thirty in Australia

Finally I made a decision. Time to move somewhere else. Last week in Sydney was pretty sad. Even if I’m really excited about going in Darwin it wasn’t easy to say goodbye to everybody especially to some special collegues. 

It seems that nobody would go to Darwin unless me. Everybody thinks it’s too warm, or too “away” from everything. Well that depends on what you believe is everything. For sure it is going to be different.


Goodbye Sydney

Week twentyeight in Australia

Great days hanging around Sydney in New South Wales. I needed to profit of this quick sunny rest in the middle of the winter. The Royal national park was on top of the list with his beautiful creeks and rivers that mix with the ocean. Vegetation here around is majestic, and when you can walk in silent you can also spot some of the most particular birds in the world. Some of them fly away, shy, but some others just love to pose for a picture and to make a little show of their voices. Curious about this voices I had a look on youtube and some (smart) people have been cataloguing them for our knowledge. Little by little I’m learning the names of my special friends… Friends that are accompaning every hour of my australian days. I’m So glad to be here.

Ps: I think my favourite one is the big and sometimes agressive Magpie. His voice sounds so splendid to me 🙂

Week twentyseven in Australia

Working in a market makes you discover a variety of things about the place you are living in. Food habits are one of the main cultural trait of every group of humans. And seing what they like and what they buy is always extremely interesting. In Australia, vegetables, especially the ones coming from local farms are very good. Imported ones that you find around (even if the label says they are australian) are not so good  and you can recognize them because they have a huge size and they don’t last so long. A juicy, tasty orange of ours compared to the 10cm-diamater of aldi orange looks really tiny, as well as good avocados compared to the giant coles avocados. At the market people tell you their tastes or they confess that cooking is not their cup of tea.

Sometimes they don’t want to try new veggies because they don’t imagine how to cook them or they don’t want to be engaged in a endless experiment. People actually love vegetables but sometimes they get stuck in their bad habbits and forget that the “new” is not their enemy (actually it isn’t new at all). The market is a place for sharing stories , heritage, problems and often solutions.

Week twentysix in Australia

I experienced fir a little while what I call “my australian dream”. The land I was dreaming since I was young is not the land of materialism or plastic surgery-made women, neither made-up teenages or rugby or steaks. The land I imagined was the real Australia is wide and wild with monotonous landscapes with beautiful animals running and flying around, producing special notes that nowhereelse you can hear. It’s Red grounds and the “null” feeling of a huge uncontaminated land where only few communities of expert in wild survival  with their special and encrypted rituals can live: the aboriginals.  Even if I cannot effort to go so far, last week I had a prevew of what is the australian beauty. And this feeling saved me for jumping in a cirlce of depression and disappointed thoughts. Botany bay offers amazing spots of lonelyness and endless views that I couldn’t not write about them. Sometimes I have the feeling that very few people understand how important in the humanity and natural history is this land…

The importance of the edges

When the ocean meets the rocks, I believe, there you find the Life, there you smell the nature so strong. There it starts the poetry.

Just a tip

Don’t think the job is more important than yourself; this is a mistake that I often do because I get passionate about (almost) everything. It’s wrong: our time on the earth is limited and everytime you are not working on your dreams is wasted time. Working hours are a compromise in which you give something and they pay for it. Especially for really underpaid jobs they don’t pay for your passion and your faith for the “well done”. That’s why we should always keep a bit for ourself. (This suggestion is not for lazy people of course.)