i live in a beautiful country. over the last few weeks i think i have seen some of the most beautiful places that i have ever been to. where the trees are big and the grass is green and the hills are high and twisty and the rainforests are ancient and full of secrecy and the buildings are old and the rivers are clear and cold and the ocean is warm and full of dolphins and the sun rise is reflected in the sea.
for me, living in a van is easy. stopping wherever i want, pulling out the chairs and the gas bottle and making a cup of tea. sleeping under koala trees. sleeping ontop of a cliff. sleeping in the heart of a rainforest. having everything that i need right there with me - bathers, towel, sunnies, thongs. self sufficient.
i didnt wash my hair for weeks, or have a shower... instead i swam in the salt or lay in the never never river. my body loved it. and my heart.
i dont think i was ready to come back home. i could have easily kept on driving.
to the next beautiful place.
