I have this feeling that I’ve been asking too much those last weeks. Like if I had use all my “luck point”. It seems to me that it’s time to come back to a more simple way of doing thing, without asking any question. Just traveling simply. It’s hard to explain\u2026 maybe it’s just about thinking that everything is going to be just perfect, and admit that some time, there might be something going wrong. Yes, maybe I just need to connect again with reality. <\/p>\n
Yesterday has been a little bit hard, but a good night helps me to feel much better. This morning, once again, the day starts with some staff practice. It’s just amazing how it hep me feeling so great. After that, I can just start my day slowly. Packing my backpack, and be back on the road, thumbs up. Two minutes later, a car stops and drive me in town. Quick internet break, and I’m now on the road to the gorges. I’m thinking with amusement that I’ve been hitchhiking exactly at the same place, just a few days ago, with Mara, in order to get back to Alex and Petrina’s house. Wait has been shorter. Still\u2026 I didn’t have that much to wait. A really friendly guy stop. He’s driving to the hospital, 7 km from here. When I tell him that I’m going to the gorge, he just says something like “well, I can take a little detour I guess”. And he drops me, 25 km later, at the entrance of the campground, after a great ride, talking about nothing and everything. I thank him, and wish him a great day before I start walking again. <\/p>\n
The place seems perfect. Calm and relax. I already know that I would have stay a few more days. But I have a train to catch tomorrow. I walk toward the campground, and put my tent in a tranquil place. Before I start a new adventure. <\/p>\n
I grab a few information. There’s a lot of great hike to do. There’s also the possibility of renting a canoe, at an honest price. Nothing available for this afternoon, but maybe tomorrow morning\u2026 I’ll see. As for now, I take my backpack, my flute and my didgeridoo. I can’t really leave them behind me anymore. They are part of me as is my camera. <\/p>\n
The hike starts with a nice climb up, giving a few great view over the gorge, before walking away from the cliffs. This place is as quiet as I was expecting. The sun is a little bit hot, but not too much. I’m feeling well. I’m me. I’m walking. <\/p>\n
I arrive at the “Rock hole”. Amazing falls during wet season, it’s just a little stream and a place of coolness today. I stop. Play a little bit of music, walk to the gorges, and start walking back. <\/p>\nngg_shortcode_0_placeholder\n
I meet three austrian guys, with whom I talk up to the campground. One more time, my didgeridoo is a reason of many question, that I answer with the same pleasure as usual. Maybe I should have buy a few of them before leaving Melbourne, and sell them on the road! I really feel that this way of making didge is totally new, as everybody just give me exactly the same comment: “that’s the first time I see one like that”. <\/p>\n
Back to the campground, for a quiet evening. I’m writing on my computer when I hear a little bit of noise. I give a look. There’s a really nice python, wandering in the campground. Great beast! <\/p>\nngg_shortcode_1_placeholder\n
It’s always at that time that a little voice just remind you “don’t forget that you’re walking barefoot. And don’t forget that you’re sleeping in a tent. On the ground”. Well\u2026 I imagine that I’m a little bit to big for this guy. The fact that I wake up alive, the next morning, seems to confirm that. <\/p>\n
I’ll spend the morning, canoeing on the river, being just amazed by a really relaxing place. The gorge is just awesome. <\/p>\nngg_shortcode_2_placeholder\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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