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There are so many reasons not to start a travel blog. 
And just go. And let it go.
Let the memories sink into the setting sun.

     But I've promised myself, way back when the life didn't belong to me yet, that I would never say no to life in any of its spontaneous insanities, to any of its fears, to any of its challenges. That when I feel that it is the time to subtract rather than add anything else to my life, to run towards something rather than escape from, to share rather than receive, I will do so. I will subtract, I will run and I will share.
     This blog belongs to all friends, both known and not known yet, who are as passionate about travelling as we are. Who have been homesick for The Wilderness for too long. Who are untreatably addicted to that elemental feeling of life stripped to the core of its simplicity and freedom while standing on top of the highest mountains or diving into the deepest waters. Who want to remember the Wilderness alive encoded so vulnerably into our oceans and forests before we suffocate its last breath and let it slip from our conscious memory.

     I studied clinical psychology and history of world religions, and moved to Australia 3 years ago to learn more about Natural Medicine. Mirek also studied psychology and works as an IT consultant. We have been travelling together for more than 6 years, although choosing our destinations wasn’t always easy. When I was talking to the forests, he was praying to the ocean. My blood was made of earth, soil and a scent of pine forests that need to breathe through my skin. His soul was born in the oceans, with the salt water flowing through his heart slowing it down to the point where he can remember how not to breath.
     He’s always seemed intimidated by heights of the mountains, I’ve been terrified by dark depths of the seas. For the last six years he's been teaching me to dive deeper than myself and I've been watching him climbing higher than he’s ever thought he could reach. He had to hike to the tops of mountain ridges to really know me, I had to desperately fall in love with the oceans to fully understand him. Abyssal plains were a space in-between us where we finally met.

     Abyssal plains are made of deep underwater valleys rising to mid-ocean ridges and falling back to oceanic trenches touching the very core of the Earth. It is a place where underwater mountain meets oceanic abyss, where they join and flow together reflecting in each other and transforming from one to another dissolving the point where one ends and the other one starts. They cover more than 50% of the Earth’s surface and still remain the most unexplored regions. Where the life has adjusted to unthinkable contexts, conditions and energy sources. Where everything lives at the edge of its own possibilities. Abyssal plain is a metaphorical space where the two of us meet and from where we would like to share our experiences.

     This blog will document most of our hiking as well as diving adventures since mountains and oceans have become inseparable destinations of our journeys in search of the last wilderness. Hopefully it will bring you many useful tips, planning guides and inspirations to set off on your own adventure to faraway places. It will prove, there’s no need to wait until you win a lottery to dive with humpback whales in Polynesia, to get lost for days in rainforests of Hawaii, to swim with wild seals just off the coast of South Australia, to drown in mud of some unnamed valley in Tasmania or even die, if you choose, while crossing a flooded river deep in the heart of Fiordland. Because some things have never meant to be tamed. Because some things have always meant to be free.

     Being on and off the road for the last ten years has brought me far from where I once was, but not yet entirely where I’ve been heading to. Until then I’ll be gone. Still passionate, still free, still thirsty. Covered in mud, soaked in saltiness of the oceans, exhausted to the bones of my soul. Still angry at myself why am I doing all of this. Still drawn to that invisible point on the horizon not knowing if I will be able to reach it. 
Still in love. Still happy. Still on the road. The one less travelled by.

3 comments:

  1. Brilliant work and thank you so much. I've just been reading your log on the South Coast Track. I live in Australia and have been eyeing this track/walk for about 12 months. I am having trouble getting someone to accompany me. How big was your party? How many would you recommend as a minimum. Thank you again ,,, Peace, Love, Joy. Robert S.

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    1. Hi Robert, thank you for your kind words. Regarding the South Coast track I would recommend a party of at least two people experienced in walking in wilderness - during our hike it was me and my partner. Otherwise 3-4 people would be ideal. Hiking solo if you're experienced enough is possible as well and comes with many rewards, however it has also some risks in the isolated areas. You will meet a few people on the track every day though. Hope you find a good company and have the best time hiking in beautiful Tasmania! Cheers, Jana

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  2. Hi Jana, looks like we have few things in common. I would like to do this track with my boys, aged 13 and 16 during their summer holidays. We all are reasonably fit but they haven't done a challenging track like this one yet - not in in Australian conditions. My major fear is around snakes and it seems like they are quite common in this area. Have you come across them? I guess that I would be hoping to meet with some other travelers Cheers, Yvona.

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There are so many reasons not to start a travel blog.
And just go. And let it go.
Let the memories sink into the setting sun.

But I've promised myself, way back when the life didn't belong to me yet, that I would never say no to life in any of its spontaneous insanities, to any of its fears,to any of its challenges. That when I feel that it is the time to subtract rather than add anything else to my life, to run towards something rather than escape from, to share rather than receive, I will do so. I will subtract, I will run and I will share... read more...