I’ve been using this blog to post some travelogue emails I wrote to friends and families when I was a young, carefree global vagrant. Blogs had barely entered my vocabulary at this point, so I recklessly invaded the inboxes of my nearest and dearest. This particular missive covers the first part of my trip to New Zealand, which lasted a couple of months from late 2003 to January 2004 – a stunning country to which several of my friends are currently migrating, and who could blame them?
If you’ve seen one of these travelogues before you’ll know that I had an aversion to capital letters in those days, possibly a reaction to years of institutionalised essay writing through my formative years. It’s a good job I’m now working at a university and have regained grammatically correct habits.
In this travelogue you will encounter the premiere of the last part of The Lord of the Rings trilogy, a little bit of train travel, a Rugby World Cup final, mild exasperation at hostel life and a hint of Crowded House appreciation. There’s more to come of the latter in the next posting, which I’ll post in a few minutes time.
I remember writing this post as it gook about two weeks to compile and twenty minutes to type up: a compilation of some standout memories from a year in Australia. I returned to the UK with little focus on what was to come next, although it didn’t take too long for some projects to fall into place.
You’ll note my remarkable prescience about the 2003 Rugby World Cup. I shall make no predictions about the 2011 competition, although it’s good to see some flowing rugby from England in the current Six Nations.
If you want some background on any of the highlights listed in this travelogue please get in touch. The next post came out over nine months later, though I might just repost it a little sooner.
away and home by davidjarman
Eight years ago today, when I was still a carefree backpacker, I posted this despatch from Western Australia. I had just stepped off the tall ship Windeward Bound
after a three week voyage around the south west corner of Australia: Fremantle to Albany.
It’s a part of my trips that I talk about with most affection, the greatest sense of achievement and a feeling that experiences like this helped set my visit to the country apart from a more general (though enjoyable nonetheless) trip to Australia. If digital cameras had been the norm back then I’d have many images to add to this post; alas words will have to do.
january sails by davidjarman