“Climb every mountain, ford every stream, follow every rainbow…” – there was an important lesson in that song, and also in Mark Twains words. It is hard to truly understand one’s place in the world if we have never travelled the world.
Every corner has it’s own unique colours, smells and tastes. My culture is very much Eurasian. I have enjoyed the delicacies of English High Tea in a castle garden. I have walked up (and slid down) the Great Wall of China learning that sandwiches can be a foreign concept. I’ve done the 10km crawl around Uluru and felt the spirit of the Australian bush. I’ve tried and failed to say “lanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysil” in the Welsh tongue. The English translation although easier is just as hard to remember: “St Mary’s church in the hollow of the white hazel near to the fierce whirlpool of St Tysilio of the red cave”. Travelling fills the soul of wonderment, and you learn things you never knew you never knew.
As I’m writing and recalling all these memories, I remember this amazing anthem:
Australia is my second home. The first time I travelled was when I emigrated to the land down under. Melbourne is by far my favourite city. It’s a place where you can meet every culture and sub culture from across the globe. You can eat lasagne with your onion bhajee, or buy a round of dumplings with your souvlaki. It’s a place where everyone belongs.