A perfect day to disappear in the nature, merge, and feel what the perpetual movement of waters has got to wisper to your ears…
This was my hiding spot in Sabang as I was seeking for a shelter. I found a home where to write in peace, I found this nature ready to hug me.
Hopping throughout the rocks after Sabang main beach I found this “almost” hidden place. A river is passing by, dropping its waters on the sea. Waters are mixing in lakes and other little ponds, giving spectacular and natural roundabouts of wet sand. It was my favourite waterpark in Palawan together with the one of San Vicente.
Philippines offered to my eyes a playful ground where to chill, invent stories and colour my imagination.
Eraclea is an ancient greek city located in the district of Agrigento in Sicily. This area is packed of beautiful greek ruins and stunning landscapes.
When the Scirocco wind blows here everything changes.
Strong events and tan sandy sky take over and the landscape is affected considerably. Like almost everywhere in Sicily the weather shapes the territory as well as the mood of the people living or travelling here. Who is not ready to face big changings is not ready to embrace the beauty of this rough land as well as its most fine secrets.
Eraclea Minoa has a wonderful easy -to- access beach surrounded by a maritime pine tree forest growing onto a white marlstone cliff which rises nude soometimes, especially on the west part of the beach to admit its majestic nature. When the tide allows that, you can walk along side the cliff and reach the mouth of Platani river that flows in the Platani river natural reserve, an other perl of the Agrigento province.
The condition of this shore is, like unfortunately happens very often in Sicily, quite polluted. Even if waters are clear and nice, they carry, especially after a Scirocco storm, a certain amount of rubbish. On a quick vew, it is visible that Agrigento province itself has suffered a lot for illegal building over the years. Driving around this amazingly beautiful area, among cliffs and hills it is a shame to spot huge palaces among greek temples and theatre dating more than 2000 years. I love Agrigento province bytheway, and I will be always happy to pay a visit to this enchanted lands.
I strongly believe that ignoring history or nature would let this sad goal of modern human being take over and win his hugly battle against the beauty. And that’s why it is necessary to claim it, writing about it, travelling around it, being into it.
The VhF was an important tool for my new life abroad. So it was that I started my “official” and “public” talking in English. At that time I remember it was an issue because even if I could communicate quite well with this foreign language I was still in doubt about my “listening” skills. Imagine when the skills needed are related to safety during sailing, approaching harbours, decks and having infos about weather, coordinates and communications with other boats. I really thought I could mess a lot with this tool in my hands, but everything went right in the end. First time using it was in the Caribbean Sea, Virgin Islands. Everybody on board thought it was my duty to do that, cause nobody was able to say anything in English. After this time that I remember with a bit of fear, this job was quite different…
When I started to travel with a more diversified provenience travellers everything become more “democratic” and the use of the vhf wasn’t a big deal anymore.
During my sailing trip I discover that the SSB Radio (single side band) was a great tool to communicate. In every area you can ask for the frequencies were independent volunteers advise you about everything related to the sea at least twice per day, at a certain time. I found it interesting, especially because you can communicate your position when you leave and people are taking notes of it. That means that they will look for you when you are aspected to come somewhere, somehow. This might sound a bit “too much” but is actually a very useful way to stay safe and “together” even when far apart from each other. Sometimes you meet new sailors because you hear their story on the radio and maybe you even talked, and the day after they are anchoring just besides you.
On those radio “rendez-vous”, there is normally a boat crew who is volunteering. They normally start to call people that were “in” during the last transmission. If you are signing for the first time you go on the queue waiting for the call for anybody else to join. After giving your name and position you can just keep silent and listen to the others or asking your questions and express your doubts on the end. I loved this system, I loved to hear from other people. I loved that we weren’t alone in a little boat in the vastity of the ocean. There were other sailors, many of them.
In Ritme, I was using the SSB radio also for sending very concise mails. We had the SailMail account provider connected with a Modem to the SSB Radio (it’s something like 280 $ per year, a pretty fair price for being connected with the world and being able to get the forecast wherever you are). It was quite a funny game for me to look for the best station with the most of the chance to get an email through, unless the Ocean was rough and throwing me up, down and left and right onto the desk. This system is actually very basic: you send a little email to a computer that is always connected on one of those radio stations offered (that is why you need to check the favourite one), that computer will eventually send it for you. Quite often “Niue” or “Honolulu” were the best options. One -few words (10) – email from the Ocean could take from two minutes to half of hour to go through. But, yes, I could tell my sister that I was still alive after many days of silence. It’s a great tool.
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
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.
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.
During this week I’ve been getting familiar with my new job and get to know my collegues. Good bunch of people that I couldn’t really talk to while working. Work is really fast going. I don’t get even thirty seconds to breath or drink my water. I do feel this pressure. I love to run at work but I sencerely don’t like “pushy” enviroment that undermines human relationships.
I didn’t think I could last long since the very beginning. But this job had also some positive aspects: once I started my shift, I felt confortable. I guess because of my experience in hospitality jobs. Learning “nothing” sometimes makes me chilled, luke you do when you switch off your brain, because everything omes authomatically. Some other times I ‘m really nervous about theidea of getting stuck sonewhere just because if money. Stuck with my mind and with my body…
It would be nice to be more appretiate, but I also understand that if it is about money I also deserve to start from the bottom over and over, since I never held on enough in a work position to rise my level.
Apart from this personal ideas about jobs I’m doing, I find Cairns very nice: it’s cozy on the end, the tropical weather is sweet and there are so many people from everywherepassing by here thatyou can’tget bored meeting and listening to so many interesting points of vew.
I’ve heard that Australia is very strict about collecting and carrying fossils, but look at this car: isn’t it the perfect place to “place” some skulls?
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.
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!!!
Learning to skate: I got a huge bruise on my back. I just dove into the concrete like it was fresh water.
I’m improving my standing up, especially because I got a very meaningful present from a very special person: A real australian Penny!!!
Even if I’m giving up searching for full time jobs (it is more clear now that australia doesn’t need skilled people, or “cultural advisors” from abroad) I enjoy a nice local activity at least.
Safety is the feeling I have everytime I walk from work to come back home. When I think about it the only time I ‘ve got this feeling was sailing across the Pacific ocean. This is a really huge difference here but I think is also because the space is really wide, there are many “residential” places where nobody is actually walking: that’s why nobody can possibly annoy you. But still, when I hear from some friends oversea I feel sorry for them, because this is an issue in Europe: you need to plan your paths very well if you don’t want to have surprieses.
Do you remember the beginning of the movie Edward scissors-hands when the poor main character start to live in this crazy bigot little town. Well well some area here are exactly like that and people you can meet… well the same.
Since I was in my ” I love to chat” period I met many people and I discover that people interested in money, cloths and jewellery are real and they do believe they need to wear expensive cloths to cut the grass on the front of the house cause otherwise the neighborhood would judge them as … I don’t even know what they would be, normal? I guess…
Anyway this mentality was so far away from my understandings that I could stand and follow with my mouth open and without any complains or reply. That made me a good listener. (But I was just shocked)
I don’t know why people should chose to live in a very bad connected area, “walk unfriendly” (like almost everywhere unless the city center here) but I wouldn’t quote those houses the prize they have, and not even the half of it. Every time I come back in the night and walk up to the bushes to reach the house cause at that time there are no busses anymore. An other thing that makes clear that people there don’t work as kitchen hands in pubs and come back late at night, is that I find so many spider nests on my nose.