Bit by the bug: Sydney to Hobart Race 2013

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A few days before we get to Sydney to meet up with the Clipper Race arriving from Albany, Australia, I get an email from the CYCA (Cruising Yacht Club of Australia), saying there is a boat looking for last-minute crew in the Sydney to Hobart Race, and would Ryan and I be interested? Would I?! Hell, yeah! The boat is…

The dog on the tuckerbox

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“We’re seriously low on petrol. Do you see any service stations on the map?” Ryan asks. “Oh, that’s what you call them!” I say. “I’ve been searching ‘gas stations’ all this time and nothing came up.” Ryan lets out a groan of exhaustion. We’ve been driving for a good five hours through the nothingness that lies along the Hume Highway…

An Australian friendship tour

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“My friend Andrew lives in Perth..." I’m squinting from a hangover and the overly persistent Australian sunlight as I try to hold a coherent conversation with our new friend Andrew, who graciously let Ryan and I roll out our sleeping bags and sleep on his living room floor the night before. As I stroll slowly along a quiet street in…

Photo Essay: Great Ocean Road Australia

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We are saying our good-byes in Melbourne after spending two days with our friend Damien, a jazz musician we met in New York four years ago, when he asks, “Where are you headed now?" “I’m not really sure,” Ryan says. “We’re heading towards Sydney and we thought we’d hit the Great Ocean Road on the way.” “Um. You know that’s…

6 unglamorous realities of working while traveling

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“Get away!” I shout while trying to type and swat flies away from my mouth simultaneously. I realize I’m a ridiculous sight to behold, swearing and sweating in the front seat of a camper van in the middle of a stunning Australian nature reserve while the engine is running to charge my Mac laptop in the cigarette lighter. It’s clear…

Cocklebiddy: What you get for driving across the Nullarbor

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My question was met with a vacant stare from the skinny, unkempt man about my age behind the gas station counter. It wasn’t just that he didn’t appear to understand the words that came out of my mouth; he seemed to be slowly scanning the outline of my head, as though trying to figure out what planet I’d come from…

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