When is it time to go home? What does home mean when I have sold all my belongings and own almost nothing but my bicycle and the clothes on my back? These are questions I grappled with back in January, and then much more acutely last week. Before I could fly to Australia in mid-…
Month: March 2020
Tasmanian Whirlwind
Time here has flown by faster than a Tasmanian Devil! Yes, these are Tasmanian Devils. I haven’t shared this image elsewhere because I have mixed feelings about the conditions under which it was taken. In Huonville I stayed at the only campground in town, it so happened that they also promised Tasmanian Devils, along with…