I presently reside with my fat bottomed girl (Lola) on a property in a protective enclave bordered by hills of virgin (since Cyclone Debbie in 2017) forest and a little creek that runs out to sea. A cyclone is coming. It is muggy, stifling, dense weather with little reprieve from the brief though heavy showersContinueContinue reading “Marked Safe from Cyclone Kirrily (and other tales)”
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Sunshine and the Shithole Swamp
I am a long way from Byron Bay. My intention to provide regular vanlife updates fell by the wayside, muted by uncertainty, and one seriously should-have-know-better error in judgment, as Bay City Lola and I took a detour from the road. There was a dude, an over-the-border invitation, a huge piece of land with aContinueContinue reading “Sunshine and the Shithole Swamp”
Tarting Terry
[Ed’s note: I am recapping the journey pre the waylay, back to the first days of my escape from Melbourne’s corona virus lockdown in July 2020 arriving in Byron Bay, buying Terry the VW Transporter (a small stealth campervan) and my attempted conversion into a vanlifer.] After my vigorous, impulsive and excited gender reassignment effortsContinueContinue reading “Tarting Terry”
Pre-Op Terry
I wake on my first day of Vanlife in Terry the Transporter in the post-hippy Vanland that is Byron Bay, pre-dawn per usual, snug, safe, and surprising comfortable in my baby bus. Underestimating the dimensions of my new home with a decent headwhack (novice van mistake no. 2), the jwoojsh-jwoojsh open and close of theContinueContinue reading “Pre-Op Terry”
The Great Escape
There was no time. Borders were rapidly shuttered to pandemic-ravaged Melbournians when I caught the last quarantine-free flight to Sydney and onward to Ballina, headed further north on the first leg of my epic adventure, to Byron Bay at the heart of Van Land to buy a campervan. Shedding decades of the same-sameness of everyContinueContinue reading “The Great Escape”
Bay City Lola 