And unto us a Substack is born...
Ever thought about jacking it all in in the search of the open road? Ever thought of going where the wind takes you? You might even follow substacks that inspire you to do that. Intrepid explorers with adventure pumping through their veins, a giant lonely planet sat in their chest where their heart should be.
Well instead of them, you’ve found me. Potentially having a mid (well late) twenties crisis; jacking in my job, heading to Australia to live in a van in search of sun, surf and hopefully some nice pics to send to my parents. The only wind that is taking me, is my own. Think ‘Into the Wild’, but the main character farts a lot, is excessively tall and instead of eating dodgy berries will probably perish trying to eat an old digestive biscuit she’s found under the seat of the car.
I first came to Australia many moons ago when I was but a young and naive 20 year old. I was convinced I’d meet a sexy surfer man with flowing golden locks, I’d even have settled for a flicky fringe. I assumed they’d be called something like Reef, Wave or Ivan Tosurfalot. You know, the common surfer names. We’d surf the day away and then effortlessly dance off into the cool beachy clubs; salty, sexy and suave.
This time I will arrive with a tall ginger boy named Max who will inevitably get sunburnt on the plane and whose best dance move is a sort of whole body wriggle where he looks like The Grinch.
I am older, less cool (the bar was already low) and not really that much wiser. I learnt to drive 2 months ago and am now dedicating myself to full time life on the road. What could possibly go wrong?
There will be surf chat, there will be van chat, there will definitely be poo chat. A trip around Oz not quite like any other. If this sounds like a bit of you, firstly if we aren’t already best friends, I’ll pop you my number. Secondly, you should sign up to my mailing list.
What could be better on a Wednesday morning than receiving a cheeky little update on a gal in her van parping around Australia and fannying around?
Vannying around you might say.
Vanny about with you soon.
xoxo