Move Yourself

This blog was born of the escapologist Alexander while on road, clawing through south-east Australia, in a fit of exploration. This be, as he has cottoned on to the fact that giving social networks the rights to his photo’s isn’t all that desirable. It also allows him to accompany photos with emotive text and create one understandable factual narrative of his bicycle journey!

Make your way through the pages and start with the oldest posts, its a chronological deal, yeah?
Also, you will find that the photo's for the first week are in slideshow format at the beginning, technical difficulties led to this, but agent 00B did well to get them up. For some reason the programing only allows landscape photos, thats why the portraits are lying on their sides, if you know how to fix this tell him so he can stop embarrassing himself. he'll try keep it up to date, computers come and go like sea eagles so bare with him brothers and sisters.

Enjoy

Teaching

I am only a silly nineteen year old that certianly isn’t wise but I was told to bestow some wisdom, i’ll just tell you the ‘ideas’ that I generally live by.

Be the best person you can be.

Learning is beautiful, seek it out.

Do something that scares you, often.

Seize the day.

Happiness is not multiplied by the number of physical comforts you have.

Appreciate and make use of what you have. Companions, talents, materials.

Be compasionate and respectful towards, yourself, all people, creatures and the earth.

Ending

Over-estimating necessary travel times meant that my 5.30am start on Wednesday morning, resulted only in over an hour of waiting at Southern Cross station, but as my dad occasionally says, its better to be early than be a dickhead.

Add that early start and wait, to the ten hour train trip taking me home and it was a slight shite of a day. During the time I finished my book, shaved my face off and was entertained by the laughbably bogan families that boarded at Cootamundra. Sometimes I just peered out of the window at the blurred, flat country, pondered and reflected..

I have, over the past three months, added a ‘chapter’ to my life that I had never expected. From everyday of this period, I learnt something or grew in unjudgeable ways. Be it, riding up a legbursting, twisty pass in the rain and wind or meeting, conversing, laughing and dancing with an uncountable number of people, it was all special and memorable. I had an extraordinarly amazing time. I look back positively all of it, and hope to have more spontaneous adventures in the future.

Barracks

For the Easter/Anzac long weekend I had the security but lack of freedom of living with my brother on the army barracks where he is training - high fences and access only to personel and their guests. It was probably the best accomodation the whole trip, and it was free. Meals were either cooked in the mess (Military cafeteria -  It seemed I was the only person who enjoyed these meals) or we would find the care of a Melbourne home with JT’s friend and his family, very welcoming and we were kindly spoilt with homemade meals.

We watched a couple of films (I recommend people watch ‘Paul’) over the few days and Saturday night was spent at some intresting places on Chapel st, shouting over loud music and dancing for far too long. After the ‘beating round the bush’ awkwardness of being an outsider to begin with, I had an unexpected great time. Big bro was busy at times so I had my nose in a book a fair bit.