Two brothers. On Motorbikes. Well not biological brothers. Brothers from other mothers. And then they went to South America. And they drove as fast as they could. From their problems. Not really. Towards their dreams. And you better bet your bottom dollar that these two brothers know how to handle business. And then they chronicled it all down. The Americas Chronicles. Las Crónicas Americas.
My early years were marked with a constantly changing landscape as I moved from house to house in Brisbane’s north-west. A child of divorce, it was normal to swap between my two homes every few days. Truthfully, I wasn’t really bothered. My school never changed, and I had the opportunity to make more friends. My favourite memories include winning football grand finals, riding my bike down twisting dirt roads, and spending full weekends at an online game centre, always accompanied by my mates. I also digested a plethora of media, be it novels, movies or games, escaping into their worlds of magic. I was drawn to the great stories and the people that told them.
A few days shy of my 20th birthday, I boarded a flight to Paris and began a year long exchange as part of my civil engineering degree. Like most students on exchange, I spent a great amount of time travelling when I was supposed to be in class. I backpacked across the continent, making new friends and sharing stories laced with unique cultures and histories. It felt almost nostalgic. Travelling soon became my passion. Following the conclusion of my exchange, I took a year hiatus to continue my journey. Running low on money, I resorted to hitchhiking, camping and volunteering as I traversed the Mediterranean Sea through the Middle East and North Africa. It was exhilarating, freeing and fulfilling. Ever since I returned to Australia I have dreamed of the day I would recommence my exploration of the world and chase those feelings again.
I was born and raised in Brisbane, Australia with my parents and older brother in a breezy two storey house sitting on the side of a hill. I grew up playing cricket and hockey with my brother in the backyard almost every day after school, or riding through the national park a couple of streets away. We would come inside to watch the 6pm episodes of The Simpsons and have dinner that my mum usually cooked. It wasn’t until I was about 13 that we got our first games console, a PS2, but that didn’t stop us playing outside during the light. Every year my family went on a holiday somewhere within Australia, whether it be camping, heading up to Rainbow Beach or down to Canberra.
It wasn’t until I was 15 that I went on my first plane flight to Townsville with my parents, and then at 19 my first flight overseas. These days though, I average a flight every 1-2 weeks. My first taste of exploring the world by myself came at the other end of my first overseas flight. I was in Canada for an exchange semester, then Germany for an internship. The trip left me wanting to explore more of the world, and not by sitting on a Contiki bus hitting the usual tourist hot spots. I want to get into rural communities and experience the different cultures with less influence of the Western world. Being able to combine my love of riding with my desire to explore off the beaten track is something that I can’t pass up.