runtothehorizon

As I was moving out of my current house, a convenient opportunity came up via my friend Hanah who I travelled in America with; her boyfriend needed a new housemate. I went over and met him and he turned out to be one of the coolest, most chilled out guys I've ever met. He said he played drums (which was kinda obvious as the loungeroom had a drum kit in it). When you meet people and they say 'yeah I'm in a band' the immediate thought that comes to mind is 'dammit...they're going to make me listen to their crappy music'. It turns out they were not crappy at all. Check them out: http://www.thomlion.com/ Before I signed the lease, he pulled me aside and this exchange happened: T: Hey man, we got this lease super cheap because I don't think anyone else wanted to rent the place.' Me: WHY? This place is amazing! This was a 5 minute walk down the road from our house: RAD. Also; awesome fishing. T: Well...a thing happened with the last owner. She wa...

I arrived in Vegas and had only let my ex-tour guide know that I was coming. Half of the trip had left in Seattle and the rest were finishing in Vegas. Having gotten help from the best doctor on the planet, I was well enough to fly and surprise my friends. This story won't have photos, because I was either having too much fun or too inebriated to take them. I had been prescribed some fairly serious painkillers (Oxycontin for those familiar with hurting themselves). So, I was not in the best state when I got off the plane. Instead of meddling with public transport, I got a cab and went to the hotel where my friends were staying. I had no idea which room 'Tim' was staying in but I had a solution: Flirt with the front desk lady who was in her mid 50's and get the room number from her. Somehow...it worked. Armed with the room number and making my way to that floor, I steeled myself for mayhem. I was not at all prepared for what was about to happen. Stories were told b...

In 2014 I broke up with a girl I was dating and I took it quite badly. My solution to this was as stupid as ever: go overseas for an extended amount of time (this will become a theme. As an adult, I am bad at being an adult). I didn't really have a plan, I just knew I needed an extended amount of time away from the familiar. I found tickets to America for a very cheap price, booked them and then went into my bosses office and asked for 17 weeks off under the premise that if I didn't get the time, I would simply leave. It worked. Six weeks later, I left Australia bound for more adventures. I had booked a tour for a bit over a week with a tour company , not really wanting to do a tour but needing to fill some time. Fortunately, I ended up with the best group of people on the planet. People who willingly participate in stuff like this: On the left is Tim, on the right is oldmate, the middle idiot is me. We are all wearing stuff we brought in a San Fransisco second hand st...

In 2011, I was dating a girl named Belle. As well as being a thoroughly loving and patient person (as one needs to be when you date me), she also had the (somewhat unfortunate when you date me) quality of throwing herself headlong into any sort of stupidity I suggested. To that end, we headed to New Zealand with the idea of travelling the country, doing awesome shit and me taking her hiking in a ludicrously beautiful part of the South Island named St Arnaud. Arriving in St Arnaud, we stayed a day and readied our gear. It was a relatively short hike; 3 days. Roughly 22km total but with a significant amount of uphill for someone who is not used to walking uphill with a big-ass backpack. We set off for the short first day in the rain, knowing fully that there were several river crossings that might be swollen (sorry for not telling you Belle...you looked scared enough) and we might have to turn back. So begins the hike that almost killed both of us a few times... each. The start looked...

Having parted ways with my travelling companion, Mick, I made my way to Brussels and checked into a nice hostel on one of the main thoroughfares to the centre of the city and its central square ('Le Grand Place'). Meeting a fellow solo traveller (Jon, American), we started chatting and he lets me know that he is meeting two American girls in a bar that he is doing an online course with. The live in Brussels and have invited him out, he invites me along and I obviously say yes and end up drinking at this bar: It was fucking amazing. Nobody on the planet brews beer like the Belgians. So we attempted to drink all of them. We failed dismally and the girls (a couple, as it turns out :( ) had to leave. They took us to a 'tourist bar' called Delerium which had won beer of the year for its house brew (Delerium tremmens, get some but be careful...you'll see why). It also holds the honour for having the largest beer list on the planet. It occupies an entire alley made up ...

I never intended to write a chronological blog, so fuck it; I'm not. We're skipping to the time I was travelling with my mate Mick through Europe. Thats this colourful idiot here:  We were both about 21 so of course we went to Amsterdam, got high as balls and watched in amusement as our roommates in the hostel were arrested. Wait...what? Yes. Yes indeed. We pulled into Amsterdam Centraal station after a ferry ride from London on which I insisted the very confused bartender take this photo with a tiny plush kangaroo: Upon stepping out and being a relatively seasoned cyclist at this point, I was amazed and enthralled at the sheer number of bikes. Then I got hit by one. I'd never been yelled at in Dutch before and it was quite an amazing experience, not the least because it was hurled at me by a lady in her mid-50's wearing a lovely hat who was clearly just going home from shopping. I have no idea what she said, but it was NOT 'Good day sir'. Managi...