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turning the idea of holiday on its head

Today we collected our caravan out of storage with a different plan. Over the last few years, living in our ‘yurt with wheels’ for a few months every year has pretty much been dream living. It has helped us integrate what typically gets called ‘holiday’ into our lifestyle. In 2013 we are experimenting with another approach. Why not?

Now don’t get us wrong, Melbourne is as good a city as there is to live in, and Brunswick in particular has been a rich and deep community in which to raise our family. But we are in the last days of a twenty year season as bobos in [the ] paradise of Brunswick.

Instead of living in urbania and travelling to the coast, we’re flipping it the other way around. We’ll be living in an amazing apartment on the Sunshine Coast, a place that as Melbourians we associate with holidays, and I’ll be travelling to work.

Apart from the appetising prospect of coming home to spectacular beaches, balmy weather and therapeutic views, there is some pragmatism in our decision to relocate. My work effort will be split between ongoing involvement with the PNG Sustainable Development Program and my Melbourne based work (4000 odd kms away) which is taking some interesting and exciting turns in 2013. More to come on that as it takes shape. So the Sunny Coast is about half way between, apart from it being one of our favourite stretches of Aussie coast.

I’m looking forward to blogging about the experience of living and working in three places. I’ll mostly be blogging here, but occasionally here as it relates to what we call our yurting lifestyle. We are stoked that we can do this and its not for everyone. But if there is a message underlying this that we want to ‘shout from the rooftops’, it is this:

"Life is a gift. Don’t wait until tomorrow to do the stuff you dream of. We are not stuck, there are choices we can make, as long as we embrace the consequences that come with them."

Silhouettes

Essaouira

Essaouira

Essaouira

Essaouira

Essaouira

Naxos

Abu Dhabi

Abu Dhabi

This and That

Grand Mosque, Abu Dhabi

Marrakech

Jemaa El-fnaa, Marrakech

Graffiti, Morocco

Southern Morocco

Morocco

Volubilis, Morocco

Road side stall, Morocco

Tanneries, Marrakech

Reading the paper, Chefchaouen

Chefchaouen

Blue Mosque, Casablanca

Blue Mosque, Casablanca

Naxos

Apollo's Gate

Oia, Santorini

Santorini

Santorini

Santorini

Aya Sofya, Istanbul

Geospatial skills doesn't help

It's 2:14am and Mum and I are sitting in the lounge room with a bad case of jet lag. Awake since our twelve hour sleep last night we sit weary eyed and frustrated, eating chocolate and watching trashy television. We have come to the conclusion that laying in bed wide awake is not doing much good.
Jetlag brings on some bad extremes, I have turned to many things in my desperation for sleep, including reading the geospatial skills chapter of my humanities text book, yes i know, very sad. I have read three different books, gone to the toilet multiple times, counted up to 768, counted breathes and sheep. Thought about the happiest things i could which always ended back at "I CAN'T SLEEP!!", tossed and turned at least a hundred times and made several trips to Mum and Dads room for cuddles.
I gave up on the school tomorrow at 7:00am a while ago and switched the alarm to 9:00am.

Our last day in Abu Dhabi was spent in Dubai, water park first and then to the Dubai Mall. It was fun, exciting, and most very excessive, which Dubai is. Followed by a 14 hour plan trip back to Melbourne where we were not so happy to land. Coming home means work again, school again, routine again.

The channel has turned to America's Funniest Home Videos which seems to be an episode from the 90's, great, quality television! (not).
As we sit out he next few hours hoping for sleep I think about what is to come now that we are home.

Goodbye, I will miss you holiday!

a brief post as we turn for home

We have spent the day in Dubai. A water park and a mall. A mere taste, but an enjoyable one. And now I sit in the departure lounge at Abu Dhabi, Maria and Poss are completing last minute shopping ...

Are we ready to come home? Yes and no. We've got so much to look forward to over the next few months, so yes. We have had such a fabulous time and could keep going for a while yet, so no.

Thanks for the notes while we've been away. We've had lots of fun writing our updates. If you are in Melbourne, hopefully see you soon.

and you thought you were visionary!

In the famous words of Paul Hogan’s Crocodile Dundee (kind of), “That’s not an urban vision, ….”

Whatever observations and interpretations people might make about the phenomena of Abu Dhabi, the largest and most powerful Emirate, high on the list will be an astounding vision. Vast urban landscapes are emerging from the desert dust on the islands. Whole city centres (yes that was plural), massive hotel complexes, multilane freeways, suburbs of villas (read mansions that make Caroline Springs look like Caroline Drip). And apart from the grandeur and architectural/engineering feat that presses relentlessly on, the arresting feature common to all of this new development is it sits there pregnant with opportunity, but still waiting for people to move in.

Yes, blocks of skyscrapers that are sitting like ghost towns of the future, waiting. Waiting. Groups of hotel complexes, huge huge hotels, effectively in the middle of nowhere. Where are the people? The other day we went across to Saadiyat island and viewed the plans and emerging structures of the Louve Abu Dhabi, Guggenheim Abu Dhabu, New York University Abu Dhabi and vast residential areas. The vision for what this place could and might become is breathtaking.

Apparently Dubai set out to be the Las Vegas of this hemisphere. Abu Dhabi’s visions is to be the cultural and educational centre, the place where the art, culture and religion of Africa, Asia, and the Middle east is captured and presented in the way the iconic institutions of Europe have done for the West over the centuries. With unimaginable wealth, who knows what might happen when the only limiter is vision. It is perhaps the most grand of all ‘build it and they will come’ experiments.

As an illustration of the extravagance in the planning, have a look at this bridge which Maria photographed yesterday. In many cities of the world a bridge of this scale would be a not only an engineering feature, but a social and commercial foundation, linking communities across a water divide. The staggering feature associated with this bridge is what lies on the other side ...

Zipo. Zero. Nothing. Well, that’s not actually true, there is an island with sand. No road, just a sandy island. The three lane each way bitumen finishes at the edge of the bridge. “Well, one day we might want to develop that island, so better build a bridge just in case.” Welcome to Abu Dhabi.

We lay in bed last night and Maria simply says, “two more days”. Yep, after more than 6 weeks of amazing travel we have just a couple more days. While we are enjoying beginning to discuss our domestic plans, there is still more travel adventure to come. Phil and Carol have been fantastic hosts and we have loved talking and reflecting from breakfast until late as we’ve scratched the glittery surface of this city. This morning we toured the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque and then tonight we put on our best cargo pants for dinner at the ‘7 star’ Emirates Palace Hotel. Can you imagine a greater economic contrast than buying fruit in the medina markets of Fes just a couple of weeks ago, where the society wreaks of poverty, and ordering a cappuccino sprinkled with real gold flakes? I can’t. Kind of messes with your head.

Stay tuned for some reflections on that, as well as a day trip to Dubai on Sunday before Etihad gives us a lounge chair, dining room and bedroom seat for the 14 ‘happy’ hours of the return journey. When I was kid I had a set of jokes that described books by matching authors, such as ‘Cliff Jumping by Hugo First’. Well I just modified one, ’14 hours in row 19 by Major Bumsor.’