I was convinced it was time to travel again when I got a bad case of itchy feet… turned out I had tinea. But this wasn’t going to get in the way of my urge to get out and explore the wild blue yonder. My ultimate destination had to fit a certain criteria: my budget was modest and my time-off was limited. However being solo and having a sense of adventure were big advantages.
My desire was to get off the beaten track and go to a place that many had never been. I’ve done the resorts, tropical islands and major cities. This time I wanted to feel fresh air and sunshine on my face as I ventured into the great outdoors. As I researched my options on the interwebs I kept coming to the same realisation. The following day I was off, that’s how fast I was able to plan, purchase and pack for my next holiday, and the subject of this, my first ever travel article.
My email was set to vacation-mode, I put a handful of food in the dogs bowl and topped up her water then hung a load of washing on the line. Time to hit the road! And that’s exactly what I did. My backpack was so unexpectedly light I lost my balance, tripped and fell into the gutter as I left the house. It wasn't enough to put me off because I was on my way. On my way Up-the-Road!
Up-the-Road was everything I expected. It was nearby and had a charming sense of familiarity. Only metres in I was already feeling good about the lunch I’d made myself; apparently there are no shops up this particular road. This was also good because it meant I wouldn’t overspend on souvenirs and weigh myself down on the trip back home later on.
Weatherwise it was fairly predictable, just like home. What I didn’t anticipate were the people I’d meet and get to know in such a short time; people who I’d later Facebook and share my holiday snaps with. It’s one thing to know your neighbours, but getting to know the folks from Up-the-Road provided me with memories I shall cherish forever.
Picture a suburban tree lined street situated on the fringe of an estate, lined with beautiful natural bushland that would soon be shaved to make room for more suburbia. I was walking past places that would soon disappear forever. It was simply magic! I madly clicked away with my digital camera, recording and capturing the history and grandeur of this place so that one day my children’s children would know what Up-the-Road once looked like.
With the Aussie dollar doing so well against the greenback it was a bit of a shame that Up-the-Road didn’t accept $US or American Express travellers cheques. As I went by a brand new home Up-the-Road I was tempted to browse the wares at a garage sale that had pieces from days gone by in a home up a previous road. I resisted the urge to haggle like I was in an exotic emporium or beach side markets. Continuing my way Up-the-Road, I began scoping for a place to sit and consume my packed lunch. I soon found a tree on council property and sat myself in the shade under its green, leafy canopy. Straight away I was reminded of the Left Bank in Paris as I realised I’d seated myself in dog droppings.
After gratefully accepting a fistful of baby wipes from a sympathetic mother walking her child Up-the-Road in a pram, I realised that the day was nearing its end. I turned my back to the warm glow of the sunset, crossing to the other side of the street so as to give myself a chance to view the other side of Up-the-Road on my way home. That’s the beauty of this place, both sides of the street are always sunny here. Up-the-Road has a simplistic kind of symmetry to it in that way.
I couldn’t wait to tell everyone back at work about my time Up-the-Road (I'm a sole-trader). Upon my arrival back home, as I pushed the key in my front door, I smiled, and turned to reflect on my travels. No one can truly say they are well-travelled until they’ve journeyed Up-the-Road.