Traveller’s Tales: The Unspoken Part of Australia
This is an article I’ve been waiting to write since I returned home in November of 2015 from my extended adventure in Australia. It’s also a difficult subject to write about for many reasons. Namely, after spending close to a year and a half living and exploring the wonderful country, there is so much to write about, I can barely contain it to one article.
My adventure to Australia is a bit of a long story, stretching back to the summer of 2013 when I made many Australian friends while travelling through Europe. I ended up in Australia for a brief two and a half months over the winter of 2014 and couldn’t get the country out of my mind once I returned home. For that reason, six months later I made the move. In one suitcase, I packed up my life and took the 26-hour journey across the world to land in Sydney.
The first time I was in Australia, Sydney was daunting. It was a large city and I was worried to walk down the street alone for fear of getting lost. But this time, seeing the Opera House and crossing over the Harbour Bridge had a different feeling. It was a feeling of being home – odd considering I’d only been there eight months earlier, and only for three days.
But you see, that was the thing; Sydney wasn’t going to be my home – at least not yet. And this article isn’t about living the high life in the cities of Australia, or touring the country… That will be my next article. No, today I want to share the mainly unknown part of an Australian working holiday.