Flying Pans & Flowing Knives!
During the year 2014 I was at home in Finland for only 6 weeks. We had our unforgettable tuk tuk journey that is still far from over, and after resting for a month and a half at home I was off again.
While Juho stayed home to take care of his family, I had to go back to square one, Bangkok Thailand, to return the tuk tuk’s customs papers and receive our deposit from the Thai Chamber of Commerce. Thanks to my brother, instead of buying a return ticket to Finland, I decided to embark on another wacky and crazy adventure. This time around the world, since my dear brother is getting married in Lima, Peru.
I did some research on the wonderful web of the world and realised that for nearly the same price as buying a return ticket to Bangkok and Lima, I got a HKI-LON-BKK-PER//SYD-LIM-POR-LON-HKI ticket. This means flights from Helsinki to London, London to Bangkok, Bangkok to Perth, overland to Sydney, Sydney to Lima, Lima to Porto, Porto to London and back home to Helsinki.
My time in Bangkok went quickly since I wanted as much time in Australia as possible before heading off to Peru for the wedding. This meant that I was there only for 5 days before flying off to the most remote city in the world. I’m not sure if it’s the most remote, but that’s what they say in Perth, which on this map seems to be in Spain.
I started off my adventures is Western Australia with a bang. I flew in at 5 am, had a little sleep, ate something, hopped in a car and drove off to a festival down south in Pemberton. Pemberton’s not far on the map, but it still took us 7 hours to drive there.
Our destination was a festival called Fluffstival, and it was the birthday party of a man called Charlie Mgee. Charlie and his Father, whose land the festival was situated on, are truly inspiring people with hearts in the right place.
Charlies father has spent his life with permaculture building the houses and huts on the property himself from recycled materials, and making the place as self-sustainable as possible. Charlie on the other hand travels the world with his band, Formidable Vegetable Sound System singing, about the importance of permaculture.
It was incredible watching the two share their energies on stage, one with a ukulele and the other with a trombone, all wrapped up in a dub-step rhythm rolling in the background. I haven’t danced so much in a long long time. It was a rare live set, but I do recommend listening to Charlie’s album which is based on David Holmgren’s book, Permaculture: Principles and Pathways Beyond Sustainability.
We drove back up to Perth along the coast spending two days camping in random places, visiting the wine tastings of Margaret River and of course taking a dip in the Indian ocean whenever possible. We did most of our cooking outside on free beach-side or park-side barbecues that are a commonality in Australia, and one of the best things I’ve seen anywhere in the world. A free way of making food, open for all people.
Once in Perth, our fantastic four split up. One stayed in Perth to work, one started his 4000km drive to Sydney, and I decided to head up the coast of Western Australia with my gorgeous guide Hannah on the search for indigenous bush tucker food and dreamtime healing techniques.
We spent just over two weeks driving up along the coast of WA, roughly one-and-a-half Finland’s, stopping off at all the national parks along the way. Beautiful scenery and diverse wildlife kept us intrigued while every once in a while I was given a taste of white Australia with its Tim Tam’s, Meat Pie, Lamington’s and Kangaroo meat.
We even went abroad quickly to a micro nation called Hutt River Province, learning about their incredible fight against the Australian government. A place truly worth visiting if driving around in Western Australia.
Being interested in the local indigenous food and healing we asked everywhere for local Aboriginal bush tucker, or any information about their healing and spiritual beliefs. This turned out to be a near impossible quest, especially during this off season time.
Apparently those Aboriginals who are deeply rooted to their culture avert themselves from the white folk due to the history between the two peoples, and those Aboriginals who have accepted the way of capitalism and make bush tucker tours purely for money have distanced themselves from their indigenous culture, so a true understanding of their ways and beliefs is a difficult feat.
I’ve been looking for books as well, but they too are rare because Aboriginals do not write things down on paper. All of their knowledge about everything, be it navigation, food, spiritualism, healing etc. are passed down from one generation to the next in song. A technique which I found to be quite inspiring.
Imagine a world where we all teach our children with songs rather than restrictions. Instead of says NO all the time, we SING SONGS. We would pass on our knowledge so well, that when they come of age, we would have full trust in them being able to survive on their own.
What teenage kid wouldn’t love a chance to prove to their parents how well they manage life by going on a year long trip of surviving on their own, putting their knowledge to the test, and coming out victorious. Maybe not for most people, but this used to be, and hopefully still is, normal for the Aboriginals. They call it the walkabout.
Not finding a guide who could teach about Bush Tucker or the Aboriginal healing techniques, we concentrated more on enjoying the nature and understanding why permaculture is important to save what we still have.
After driving slightly over 3000km we returned to Perth. I wanted to put all of this new knowledge to work, so I helped Hannah and her flatmates to build a more self sustainable house. It wasn’t much, but at least it’s a start.
Along side that Hannah’s flatmates inspired me to get into fermentation as well as learning more about renewable energy. Danny, an incredible blues musician just happened to graduate with a masters from renewable energy engineering and was building solar powered speakers into trash bins for a festival.
As Christmas and New Years came I was still enjoying Fremantle in Perth, so I had to buy a ticket to Sydney instead of overlanding it to make it to my brothers wedding in Peru. It was all very well worth it and I loved every moment in Western Australia. I’d go back any day.
Thank you all for everything, you guys are the best!