“Ah that’s ok,” the men replied. The grins confirmed that
their ‘home’ was indeed beautiful. No permanent struc-
tures just a connection with the land.
“We seen it for many years. My father seen it for many
years. And his father. View from our side even better … “
As the men sped off towards their destination of
Kununurra, Lincoln was left to contemplate that home was
not always what we expect it to be. No need for structures,
there was that connection to ones being. It was an experi-
ence that Lincoln had felt earlier during his ride. He’d just
returned to Cairns in the state of Queensland after having a
bike destroying accident on his way to the tip of Cape York
Peninsula. A network of new friends got him through four
weeks of what could have been a depressing time.
“As much as I’m a fan of solitude, it was refreshing,” he
smiled. “Perhaps Necessary, given the circumstances.
“I met locals and travellers from all over, listened to their
stories and got tired of telling my own,” he laughed stated
that he never once felt lonely. Could this be what it means
to have a home?
Lincoln discovered that ‘home’ means many things to
different people. Many Australians love the solitude of
living on extremely remote outback ‘stations’ while others
find the cramped, almost suffocating East Coast cities to be
where they find comfort.
“I like this city man,” a friend explained of Sydney. “Yeah,
it’s overcrowded, there are people everywhere, and some of
them are shit … I get it. But I like the energy. The trick is to
tap into it. That’s how you survive here. You gotta harness
that energy.”
Lincoln explains that he understood, perhaps not in full
agreeance but he understood as he compared it to his out-
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