Australia

Australia is a place that never really leaves you. Eight months on the road, from laid-back coastal towns to buzzing cities from the endless Outback to untouched wilderness and still, it felt like scratching the surface of something far bigger. There were mornings when the ocean stretched endlessly before me and nights when the sky burned with a million stars. Some places felt like home, others like a dream too wild to hold onto.

Byron Bay was one of those places where time slowed down. Barefoot mornings golden beaches and the scent of salt in the air. Surfers carving through the waves, artists sketching in the sand, strangers turning into friends over coffee and live music. The Cape Byron Lighthouse stood at the edge of the world, catching the last light of the day as the sun melted into the sea. It wasn’t just a town, it was a feeling—a place that made you breathe a little deeper, move a little slower.

Melbourne was different. A city that didn’t ask for attention but slowly pulled you in. Hidden laneways covered in graffiti, coffee shops where every cup was crafted like art, rooftop bars tucked between old buildings. The Yarra River winding through it all, reflecting neon lights and city sounds. It was a place of stories—street musicians playing under the glow of lanterns, tiny jazz clubs filled with strangers, conversations that lasted until the early hours. A city that didn’t try to impress but somehow did anyway.

And then there was the Outback. Vast, empty, endless. Red earth stretching beyond the horizon in every direction. Silence so deep it felt like another world. And at night—the sky opened up, a swirling sea of stars so bright it was impossible to look away. The Milky Way cutting through the darkness, no streetlights no cities just the universe reminding you how small you were. It was the kind of place that stripped everything back, left only the essentials. A reminder of how big the world is and how much of it is still untouched.

Perth felt different from the other cities. Far from everything yet exactly where it should be. Skyscrapers rising beside the ocean, where the water was impossibly blue and the air smelled like salt. Rottnest Island, where Quokkas posed for photos and bicycles replaced cars. Cottesloe Beach, where the sun sank into the ocean in slow motion, casting the sky in soft shades of gold and pink. A city that didn’t rush, where nature and urban life felt perfectly balanced.

But beyond the cities, Australia’s real magic was in its raw landscapes. The dramatic cliffs of the Great Ocean Road, the white sands of the Whitsundays, the rugged untouched wilderness of Tasmania. Places where the land still felt wild, where the ocean stretched endlessly, and where the world slowed down. Some places you leave behind but Australia stays with you—in the sound of the waves, the vastness of the sky and the feeling of freedom that never really fades.