Not quite yet...

So, I got offered this job in Cape York. Where is that? See the map. It’s at the pointy end of Australia. It’s the real outback. The Never Never. Remote? Only hell would be more remote. And I did think about taking the job. But, it occurred to me that I wanted more the adventure of going bush, into the unknown and throwing caution to the wind than a job I would leave in search of something more adventurous. I love a good adventure. The idea of hitting the road and getting lost appeals greatly to me. Those who know me well know that when I’m retired from work, I’m going to take the road like a grey nomad, in some sort of vehicle and just go and adventure some. I see the sign saying Cairns to Broome the Great Savannah Highway and I know I’ll take the trek one day. 

But for now? I can wait. I'll be a grown up. I declined the job because karmically it’s not where I’m at right at this moment. But I will hit the road and I expect the road will hit back but I wouldn’t want it any other way.     

I could do that...

I remember standing on the lower deck of a double decker bus, that was kitted out for sleeping and cooking and drunken adventurers, in Salt Lake City, thinking to myself, I love being on the road.

I just read a job advert to be a gardener at Uluru (Ayres Rock) and I thought I could do that.

I believe some people have the road in the blood. Maybe it’s from being an army brat. Maybe I like the idea of adventure and escape from the mundane. Maybe that's why I change jobs so much. I do know when I grow up and get over this responsible stuff I’m hitting the road again…

So I’m off to….

 

…Adelaide, South Australia. It’s about a three hour plane trip from Cairns. Why am I going? Why not? I saw a cheap fare and I knew another long weekend was coming up – I love Australia – land of the long weekend – and I thought ‘Bugger it, I’ll go.” I’ve never been to Adelaide.  I’m looking forward to scoping it out. Problem is it’s supposed to be cold. Hmmm….must find winter undies…