Journey to France: Day 29

Yesterday afternoon we motorbikes into Kuta to see one of Clément’s friends who had been there for a few days now.

We thought we would do something touristy while we were here and take a drove to Tanah Lot. We motorbiked through the hectic, heated, smoggy centre of Bali. We passed through the party/backpacker area of Kuta, entered into the shopping street of Seminyak, (There are so many Australian clothing labels for an Indonesian island) and finally broke out into smaller residential roads where smaller puras (temples) could be seen at every block.

We relied on signs and asking for directions to find our way. This led to many wrong turns, meeting many faces and seeing so many parts of Bali that could have been missed. The poverty driving through was apparent. The grey and grime of poverty contrasted logically with the terraces of green paddy fields we rode past. The drive was therapeutic aside from Clément’s Asian style driving. I’m proud to have him as my husband-to-be.

When we got to Tanah Lot we saw the rows of cars and buses in queue to get in at the ticket windows. We manoeuvred the bikes into a no entry area which was the back of the car park. So far so good. We may get to see an area of Bali that makes Bali unique and we may be able to get away without a ticket. When we walked across however there was another checkpoint where we failed to get through without a ticket.

We decided to take another bike ride back to Kuta. The view of bright green rice paddy fields against greener banana trees and tall coconut trees was more than enough. You could feel the atmosphere on your skin, or maybe that was the heat and the humidity.

It was easy to navigate your way around Bali but it was also easy to lose your way. Well for us at least. We would have been happy to keep wandering. The motorbikes only took 3-4L of fuel to fill it up and it would cost between 25000IDR to 40000IDR depending if you decide to fuel up at a legit gas station or the latter price would be the result from buying fuel from those side shops that sell them in 1L alcohol bottles.

However we were racing to end our journey this time as dark, heavy grey clouds were already over us and it was apparent in the air that we would be drenched in heavy, heavy rain if we didn’t make it back in time.

The moment we had the opportunity to stop on the side to ask a passerby or even on the biker next to us for directions, we did.

Several overtakes, driving on sidewalks, cutting through traffic and accelerations later, as well as probably directions from a dozen people we made it! Just as the clouds finally gave way to the weight and rain heaved down but as we parked our bikes.

It rained and rained for hours.

Our scooter had a busted light and I’m not much of an adrenaline junkie to drive back to our accommodation without one. I mentioned previously on our first day in Bali that the paths to our host’s house had no streetlights and we had passed the nights of the full moon.

That night we stayed in Kuta.

The next morning, we woke up in the spare bed in a dorm at our friend’s hostel. I woke Clem up in case someone was coming around to check the beds. We grabbed our helmets and headed out the door… Well after we helped ourselves to a cup of Balinese coffee that was a self serve at the front.

He wanted to take me to Lovina Beach which was 148kms north from Kuta. It would be a challenge to cover that on bike, especially when we had to keep stopping for directions every 10-15 minutes or so when the signs failed to inform us.



Journey to France: Day 26

Our stay in Bali has only been a few hours sort of 3 days and already the impression that was left is, if you do not have the moeny to lavish on the island, not only will you not get the time of day, but you will also get extorted. You hear people complain about coming here and being treated like Dollar signs, but it can get more severe than just being perceived as a walking piggy bank.

This morning Clément and I were at the front courtyard, piecing together the frames of our chicken coop (it is looking prety cosy). Ayu, Kelly’s Indonesian helper, came in through the front gate and her eyes were looking timid and nervous. The gate  was a solid gate so we couldnt see what was happening on the other side before that. She was followed by a number of Indonesian men, hey weere in khaki uniform like those you see in Bollywood movies made in the 90’s/2000s. One man stood out first for 3 reasons;
1. he was he only one wearing a blue, short-sleeved collared shirt with white batik designs
2. He had his eyes shifting around as he walked and seemed to have this idea he had authority over every cubicsquare of space he stepped in
3. He spoke first

He asked me in Indonesian what we were doing to which Ayu and I cheerfully replied, “rumah ayam”. He said he wanted to perform a check in the house. Ayu was quiet and Clem could only speak in English to them. The man said he couldn’t speak English (he said that in English). He seemed to have practiced that sentenced so many times that he could say it abruptly and without prompt. So I continued to speak in Malay (it was close enough). I told them to wait at the front and went to search for Kelly.

It didnt take long to find her. When I told her there were people who claimed to be officers, she let out a sigh signifiying exhaustion and annoyance. She asked Ayu to say she wasn’t around but Ayu was too shaken to perform a face to face fib. Kelly came out to the courtyard and immediately asked them to leave, that they were not invited in the house and were trespasing on private property. I translated.

The man replied saying he was an officer and was here to perform a check for official business to draft a report. I translated.

Kelly stood her ground and repeated they had to leave. I translated this and this seemed to annoy him. He stood his ground too.

I asked him for his official letters/notice/papers acknowledging this “check” or “report” that he spoke of. This seemed to offend him and he replied rudely and loudly “surat apa?” (What letter?) “I am a government official and i want to go inside and check the house.” I translated.

He tried to push past us ladies to get through the door.

Kelly raised her voice back and told them to leave immediately. She shut the door behind her. Her adopted street dog was barking on the other side. He threatened to call immigration to which we all laughed back at him and told him we were all here legally on tourist visas and were on holidays. This seemed to anger him even more seeing that he was losing his self assumed authority. He pretended to shift through some raty papers in his had and again pressed to enter the house. I asked him again for his papers that authorised him to do so and also added that it was strange that he neither had papers, nor did he know the simple fact that he needed permission of a private land owner to step foot on the property.

At his point i was practically shouting at him as he kept talking back over me louder and louder and lacking professionalism. He claimed to be a good man with good intenions to which i responded that he would not be so forceful and be shouting at me and Kelly in this way. This really pissed him off and the rain had started to come down heavier. He retreated to his men who were on the otherside of the courtyard underneath the shade. They seemed to be afraid of getting their uniforms wet. After a few minutes, the chief or whatever deemed his title to be, came to terms that he wasnt getting into the house and showed his self to the door along with his men. All except one.

This man was standing on my right the whole time. Ayu was between us. He didn’t follow the rest of his group. I hand signaled to him to the door to which he suddenly stepped forward and raised the palm of his righ hand ready to hit me, his eyes were so wide open I recalled seeing the full white of his eyes around the iris. Kelly immediately started shouting at him to not touch me (in Englis) and poor, little Ayu (she must have been only 4’10, she was tiny) was begging him to not hurt me (in Indonesian). I screamed at him in Malay to get out! That we did not want him here. My heart was beating so fast.

He then with the same hand he raised, grabbed my face from underneath. I felt the cold palm of his hand under my chin and his fingers around my throat. He yanked my face to his and growled at me asking me who was I, where was I from and who my father was to raise a daughter who could talk back to a man like that. I was so angry at his actions. Angry because what he was doing was ego driven rather than necessary, and also angry with how he seems to believe he could treat women. Heart beating out of my chest, I pulled his wrist off my throat and slapped his hand back to him. I screamed out for Clem, “Darling!” as loudly as my throat could handle without burning. I quickly looked around and to my dismay, realised Clement was no where in sight. I was close to tears.

Kelly was shouting at the man who laid his hand on me, hrstarted speaking too loudly, too angrily and too quickly in Indonesian for me to understand what he was saying but I didn’t care. I screamed again for him to GET OUT!! He seemed satisfied that he had instilled fear into me and walked out the door of the gate with a smirk. Good men do not find satisfaction in causing misery.

The moment the door closed behind him I couldn’t stop mself from bursting into tears. I was angry, I was frightened, i was appalled at the extreme lack of respect these men had for women. I quickly realised if Clem had been around then, he wouldn’t have dared to touch the hair that fell off my head. But he took advantage of the situation knowing there were only 3 women, one elderly, one extremely petite and me.

My darling came back just as the man left. He had gone to tell the others in he house to lock all the gates as Kelly had asked him to. He held me and I sobbed in his arms.

Kelly said she had never seen these men before but had been visited by the Pegawai Desa (village peace keepers, the irony) before and they had tried to extort money out of her by interrogating her daily life and trying to find faults with what she was doing. She thinks they may be of the same status but different groups.

It was much later when we were talking to Eddy, her male helper about them that he said they were not Desa officers but Jabatan officers (District officers), they were a rank higher than Desa. He confirmed Kelly’s suspicion that they were also hear to find faults and to try to “fine” her and extort money from her where possible. To do that however, they needed proof and to obtain proof they needed to get in, and to get in they needed permission. The only flaw in their plan.

We don’t know who told them to come here. Eddy says they normaly perform rounds around the district between 10am and 1pm. Ayu had never seen them before as she lives in a different village. Kelly thinks someone in the village may have gotten jealous or just unsatisfied that they had a caucasian in the area living on such big land with such a nice house. She thinks someone may have made a call to those men and upon hearing she was a woman of wealth, decided to come and harrass her.

The whole day I couldn’t stop thinking of how that man spoke to me and physically handled me. My mind was constantly in flashback to what I could have said back to him or what I could have done different to have avoided the unpleasantness.

My darling took me for a ride on the motorbike to clear my mind. We had also rented it for 210,000IDR a week so we wanted to get pur $22AUD use out of it. We rode along Jalan Goa Gong and each time we came to a fork or intersection or split, we would take turns deciding a direction. Left, straight, right, backtrack, right, straight and our last right brought us to Pandawan Beach. We sat overlooking the sea and just chatted, joked around, laughed, kissed and endlessly traded “I love yous” and compliments to each other.

We rode back, he was driving our scooter on the sidewalk in an attempt to overtake tour buses in traffic, and a successful one too. Although he made me so nervous as his passenger. He seemed reckless but he was completely in control and kept gently taking my hand to kiss the back of it as he drove. He had all these skills and experiences that made him a fearless, independent man. I had to know why he loved me.

To which he replied, “because you’re amazing” he replied.

Before I met him, I was working in an office, I didn’t know how to swim (I was even too scared to put my head underwater), and i had never even been on a motorbike.

“I don’t understand what makes me amazing. There are so many like me (definitely some better, but I didnt want to say that).”

“That’s just the way it is. Of course there are so many like you, and there maybe even better.” (He was unafraid to say it). “There are so many like me too.” (I have never met anyone like you). “There are people who are better than us, and there may be people who we might get along more with. There are people (couples) who never argue. But we met, and we fell in love, and we are still together”

“And we are still in love”, I continued.

“And we are still in love”, he repeated.

And he was right. There will always be someone better looking, better dressed, better off than ourselves. But that’s not the factors of love. Love is when a + b = x, x being the resulting happiness of the union, then the other unknowns will never have relevance, nor will they have a place in the equation.


Journey to France: Day 25

I can’t say I decided right away that Iwas going to pack my things and leave with a man I had only known for a couple of months. I can’t say that because i didn’t decide it right away. But with all decision making, you assess the risks and if you are able to then mitigate it, or if to accept it.

The only risk I thought i would face is learning much later on that we are not right for each other anymore.

I could cope with losing an income. A job is a job and he line of work I was in was never my passion. I never felt alive. In fact i used it to fuel the activities that make me feel alive, like driving to remote bits of nature and Philosophising in between smokey highs.

I could cope with parting with my clothes, my belongings, everything i had accumulated for years! They are all just mass manufactured paraphernalia anyway. Easily reobtained just like money.

I could cope with not knowing if i would have a roof over my head every night or even if we would be able to have a shower for the next few days. Shelter can be basic and comfort spoils our capacity for tolerance. Plus I’m fortunate to not have a pungent B.O.

But I could NOT cope with the risk of losing, a love so clean, pure and real, that it had to be manifested from our own hearts. It was not created from expectations from friends or family memb err s, it happened too quickly for them to know. It was not desired by physical appearances, the physical can only bring you so far. Mentality make take you further than the physical. But when two naked souls meet and all that the other sees is all the oher has to offer, you know then if the love developed is real love for another’s existence… for the other’s heartbeat.

I knew I could not cope with not hearing Clément’s heartbeat, or not having him sleep on the pillow next to mine i knew i could not cope with ot hearing his voice and seeing his face simultaneously. I knew that I loved him deeply, like i had never loved anyone before and most importantly, I knew he loved me in the same way. And that was the selling point! He had made it known from the second we first laid eyes on each other, that he was going to be by my side for the rest of my life; that he was going to love me for the rest of my life, and he would give anythin and everything he had just for me to be happy.

No I could not cope with the risk of losing this man, who later would be known as the love of my life. And saying the “love of my life” is not something easily said these days. It’s not easy to say it unless you feel it.

The initial plan was for him to leave Australia to apply for a tourist visa and come back for another 3 months. But why would you want to part with the one you love, even if it is only temporary? It’s unnecessary. Yes I can be without him, but what for? Yes I could be with another man, but what for? In a short time, I grew to learn that he was not just my lover but also my best friend. I want to see him all the time. I want to share m thoughts and opinions, my dreams and ni th tmares with him, but most importantly, I wanted to share my love with him. And for the first time in my life, I felr real love with someone for how he makes me feel and not for my parents.

And so we left Canberra, then he proposed to me. He too wanted to spend the rest of his waking life with me!

I reminisced this and decided to write this tonight because today was a bumpy day for us. The heat, the exhaustion and the slow progress on our chicken house (a project we undertook for our Helpx host) was the initial fire starter. We started speaking impatiently to each other and snapped at each other. We needed some time for a refresher. Clem went on motorbike ride just as it was starting to pour. I was in the house with Kelly at this stage and my first thought was to go running down the pothole road to call him to come back. But I knew he would have left already. He was only gone for an hour and he is a highly capable man, but it was insane how much I was missing him already.

Suddenly there was a faint tap on the window, and i saw him completely drenched to the bone, cold but smiling. I went straight to him and kissed him as if I hadn’t seen him in weeks!

When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the
yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt
through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.

Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand
the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to
be with one another.

This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they
are not there— even if they are only in the very next room.
Your soul only feels their absence— it doesn’t realize the
separation is temporary.”
― Lang Leav

That same afternoon we went on a motorbike ride into Jimbaran town and I had a go at driving the scooter. Safe to say I need more practice… (I nearly hit an oncoming rider in opposing traffic).


Journey to France: Day 24

I woke up several times last night. I thought sleep could curb the nausea but it was persistent. Finally i felt the contraction of my abdomen and the loosening of my jaw, a sign I was about to hurl. I sprung up and went straight for the toilet. I was possibly also crying as Clem woke up. I laid back down but the nausea still remained until dawn, then I could fall asleep again. My fiance suspects it was the stress from last night that caused it. The only thing I consumed differently to him was 2 sips of water from the Bali airport toilet.

Today we helped our lovely host, Kelly with some gardening. She is an incredibly well-natured, mature woman with a green thumb. In fact she’s more than that. She shared so many ideas in the short hours we helped her with today. Like putting down some uprooted Lee kuan yew hanging plants on the ground of her garden beds to prevent weeds and to fertilise the soil naturally. The plant was named after the previous Singaporean president, known for accomplishing the vision of establishing Singapore as the Garden City.

Kelly was also very clever and quick to learn Indonesian words. She is also a big animal lover from what could be observed. She has 3 dogs and two cats, one of each were adopted from the streets. She also has so many chickens which she calls her darlings/her babies. She dearly loved everyone of them.

The rest of the day was spent with the other Helpxers, a girl from Germany who spoke Russian, and a couple in their early 30s; the woman was from Spain and the man was from Czech Republic, shopping for groceries (we managed 2 satisfying meals for both of us for only 18,000 IDR so that’s about $2 AUD). We spent most of the time in the pool however.

I went from being so unaware of what to do in the ocean, to playing underwater swims in under 4 months thanks to my patient fiance. I still can’t believe how extremely lucky I am to have met a man who not only loves me more than the world, but also wants to show me the world itself!

My dearest Clément Duliege, if you ever read this I promise to swim in every swimming pool, in every river, in every ocean (depth:skill dependant) with you, until the day I die.



Journey to France: Day 23

Our arrival in Bali was everything I had dreaded. The flock of “taxi” drivers hovering around us and rudely saying “ok” and grabbing our bags to steer us in their direction. I was overwhelmed, stressed and annoyed. These “taxi” drivers, and I say “taxi” because most of them don’t drive an actual taxi, and most of them try to mimic the infamous reliable taxi company The Blue Bird Group by flashing a blue card with “The Blue Group” REALLY QUICKLY in front of you.

It was like entering a man eats man world. The lack of honesty and sincerity  was already getting me flustered. Having a couple of them hovering around us while we attempted to connect to the slow wifi at the airport was adding coal to the flame. Finally Clement managed to connect to the wifi on my phone and logged into his outlook to retrieve the directions to the abode of our Helpx host in Jimbaran.

We were going to attempt the 14km (approximate) walk but thankfully, although not really, the “taxi” driver that was hovering around us the whole time, accepted to take us to Pura Goa Gong which would cover our journey by 12kms. It was 10pm at night and my righ foot was throbbing in pain each time i had pressure on it so although we hadn’t planned on taking a driver, it would have been better for us in the long run.

He agreed to take us to Pura Goa Gong for 100,000 IDR, after much haggling he initially asked fo 200,000 or 250,000 or something ridiculous like that. Once we got in the car, the sly toad then said he wanted us pay100,000 IDR each!!! I was speaking to him in Bahasa at this point, I knew he was trying to be dishonest and taking our lack of knowledge of the area to his advantage.

To show him we were unafraid and weren’t at a disadvantage, we told him to stop the car right away and to let us out. He told us he would take us back to the airport instead and we said “fine”.

Then he pulled another dishonest card, by missing the turn off to go back to the airport and then said he wanted 150,000 from us. We stood our ground and again asked to get out of he car. He wouldn’t stop. After much debate, we agreed that if he would take us directly to Kelly’s house we would pay 120,000 IDR and if he only took us to the temple (Pura), he would take 100,000 IDR again. He wasnt oblivious, he knew the exchange rates of every country by hard. He was trying to extort every dollar out of us by saing we would be paying much more in Australia. I told him that is true, however we are not in Australia, we were in Indonesia and insisted to pay local rates and not be extorted. I told him the truth, that while we may have arrived from overseas, we weren’t on a blow out holiday and we didnt have much to which he just laughed back at us.

Atlast when we reached our intersection, he said he didnt want to go down he road to take us to the house. His excuse was that his car was too nice to drive down gravel road. We were happy to continue the rest of he way by walking. Note that the roads had no street lights at all. When we took the 100,000 IDR out to pay him, he rudely asked for 120,000. We reminded him it was not part of the agreement and then he got nasty, he said if we didnt give him the 120,000 he was going to backtrack 200m back and get us to start walking from there, to which i reminded him again that was not the agreement and that he was just being vengeful. He refused to take the money we were passing to him and leaned forward to grab Clement’s bag! This cracked me and i started shouting at him to leave our belongings alone and just take the money as previously agreed. He told us to get back in he car so he would take us back to the airport and leave us there so we wouldn’t have to pay him at all, to which I asked him what was the point in that?

He realised he had no point aside from failing at being devious and wanted revenge. He grabbed the money from my hand and with malice, told us to start walking. He started yelling out of his car calling us liars, which angered me to tears (good thing it was dark). I yelled back that we had been honest with our price from the first second he harassed us. I was tired, my foot was aching and we had a dark walk ahead of us. But most of all, I was hurt by the lack of compassion and honesty displayed from the first person we spoke to when we arrived. My only regret was not catching his name or number plate to report him.

The walk was not that bad, the moon was bright and nearly full. It lit our way pretty well, we were lucky then. The roads were definitel in dire need of maintenance. Massive puddles extended from one end of the road to another. The road was wide enough for one car at a time. As we walked and i was still shaking from anger, a motorbike was coming up behind us so we stopped to let it past first.

It was a couple on the motorbike. The woman was extremely empathetic. She kept trying to persuade her husband to take us up to our destination. She even got off her motorbike and asked me to sit instead. We politely declined as it would have been out of their way. Turns out we stoppd very closely to her house. We walked alongside their motorbike, chatting with them. Pak Adi was what the man was known by and his sweet wife is Suriani.

Pak Adi gave us directions to a shortcut to help us on our way. We were only 700m off at that stage. While he did so, his wife gave Clem a boiled egg and an Indonesian Orange. I will have to find the righ name for it in english later. The couple also invited us in for coffee and some rest. We said we had to carry on but thanked him and said we would come by the next day.

Finally we reached the house but there was no doorbell and the entrance had such a large courtyard that Kelly couldn’t hear us calling out to her. Our sounds alerted the grounds keeper of a nearby house who came out to speak to us. I explained in Malay that we were friends and couldn’t contact her. He replied in Indonesian and said he could call her for us. Thankfully she left us her number. He went back to get his mobile and we rang her.

I was beyond relieved when she came out as this meant we had a bed to sleep for tonight. Kelly was amazingly loving and nurturing. She tried to offer us food many times but I was so tired I just wanted a shower and to lie down. She brought us water, sheets and towels and continued to fuss over us.

I was feeling oddly cold in the shower. My body was shivering considering we were in a country just underneath the equator. I laid down with Clément. He tried to hold me but it was causing me discomfort. I felt nausea building up and couldn’t close my eyes for long. I felt sick.


Journey to France: Day 21

We arrived back in Darwin today. Our Helpx host, Emma and her partner trusted us the keys to their car. They even wanted to give us more money for fuel should we decide to take the car exploring. Below is a photo of our view at Dundee from our beach house.


We spent the past few days in Dundee which is a 90  minutes south west of Darwin. The area itself is like a hidden gem. You can own 20 acres of land for $220000 and most residents live completely off the grid. Water is collected from rainfall and we were taken to one of the locals’ house where they had an aquaponic set up that was also a complete cycle.

Water is pumped from the fish tanks to their vegetable garden which itself already has a hydroponic set up. The waste from the fish feed the plants and in turn the yield from the vegetables go back to feed the fish which is possible comsidering the yield of the vegetables are more than what a family of 5 needs. They said they could get 10kg of tomatoes a day!

Where we stayed was directly facing west and all you could see was endless ocean and a sunset show every dusk. There was no wifi at Dundee and as we keep travelling through Asia we suspect wifi availability will be less. Im strugglimg to keep up with the hand written journal as it is.

On the drive back we stopped at Berry Springs. It was easy to navigate considering the drive from Dundee to Darwin was mostly a straight road. Berry had a pool that was reknown in the area and Emma suggested we stop there to take a dip in the pools. However when we got there, signs were put up to warn us of crocodiles  (both salt water and freshwater) in the water. We crossed the fence still though we had our senses on guard.

As we will be leaving Australia on Monday evening, i wonder if we will get to see any crocodiles in the wild at all before we go. Tomorrow we are meant to go to Litchfield Nature Reserve.

Below is a photo of the pools in Berry that were meant to be inhabited by crocodiles.



Journey to France

A quick recap of what has happened since the 6th of February. As we had other priorities on the 5th. We did something for my birthday the day after. Clement made a decadent raw, cacao and nuts tart as my burthday cake, and then he said he had a surprise for me.

He went to his camera bag and pulled out the box. Eventhough i knew what was going to happen, words were still hard to come out. The only thing i could say qas a respose to his question; “Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes darling I will!”

Since then we were fiancé and fiancée, travelling our way from the tidy town of Ballina, NSW, to Darwin. The only catch was hitchhiking would be a proven problem as the road is a long straight road but with few traffic if any. We spent an afternoon searching for relocation vehicles that would bring us from Brisbane (3 hours drive away from where we were) to Darwin. The journey is just over 3500kms. It seemed bleak and i was dreading the difficulties of hitchhiking that way. I jumped on Gumtree as a meek attempt and found a short ad off someone named Erastus, who was looking for travel buddies to drive from Brisbane to Darwin. Fuel would be all paid for by him, we only had to share the driving. I emailed him that we were interested and also stressing in the email that we were a couple, for safety. He texted back saying he will meet us the next day in Brisbane. No further questions asked from either end.

Clem and I were nervous to meet this stranger. The invitation seemed too good to be true. But what if it was still good?
We decided not to go with him that night but to let him know the next morning.

When morning came however we texted him to let him know that we wouldnt even be able to get to Brisbane by the proposed time and suggested he start his journey without us. He replied he would wait.

We were unsure of what to do next but decided to tackle one problem at a time and to just find a ride to Brisbane. Our signage seemed to do us wonders and people were happily stopping for us to give us a lift.

Once in Brisbane and we met Erastus, from the moment we saw him, our guards dropped completely. He was a Kenyan man who came to Australia with his family a few years ago. He was frinedly and very well natured. He proved to be a good companion as he could do lo g distance driving and didnt mind various music. The drive was 2 days and 2 nights long. Poor Clement got hit with a fine of $1099 for driving 45kms over the speed limit on an open road with no other cars in sight except the police car that caught him. My heart broke when i saw the figure as all he had was $1500 in his bank account and this was to last him a year for our travels. On top of that his license was also suspended immediately. We spent the rest of the drive that morning holding each others hands and giving kisses to comfort the other. I cannot think of a more beautiful relationship than what we have now. I would give everything I had for him. In fact, I packed up my whole life in Canberra to go to France with him. I made a bit of money from selling my belongings back in Canberra.

I told him, when we arrived in n Darwin, that I was paying his fine so that we can still keep travelling the way we had wanted to. Below is a photo of our view.