Backpacking and Bipolar II. Taking Manic Depression on tour.
I’m sorry for the lack of new content and for my radio silence. Up here in the Cape York Peninsula, my internet capabilities are crippled. My girlfriend and I are stuck using her phone as a wi-fi hotspot and the signal is temperamental at best. Sending e-mails is a chore most of the time and sometimes the internet simply isn’t up to it.
I’m doing pretty well up here. I’m working a very physical job and spending most of my free time swimming around waterfalls and creeks or driving through the bush to get to new waterfalls and creeks. Life has taken on a pleasant kind of monotony much of the time, and when the darkness looms it rarely gets a chance to settle on me for very long. I miss my family and friends back in the U.K and I miss my friends on the tablelands way more than I could have predicted. I also miss speaking with and learning from you all. Within the next week or so I find out where we move to next but the good news is that wherever we move to – the internet will be significantly better and regular service will be resumed.
I’m not abandoning this blog or my correspondence with any of you but until we transfer out of here I’m afraid I won’t be able to do much more than intermittently e-mail.
Apologies again for the lack of communication – when we reconnect with civilisation I’ll be back with a vengeance.
All the best,