Itchy feet are starting to set in which has led me to thinking in the last few days about how I would treat my hometown of Manly in Sydney, Australia if I was to arrive here on my nomadic journey. What I began to realise was that while I have this insatiable desire to explore the world, I’ve really been a very poor traveller of my home town.
While its one thing to look at my surroundings through the familiar eyes of local knowledge, it’s quite another thing altogether to appreciate it from a travellers perspective. What you start to see is the beauty in the simple things you’d overlooked a hundred times before.
Countless times I’d jogged around the path that joins Manly Beach and Shelley Beach but only on a handful of occasions had I ever stopped and fully appreciated it. It was late afternoon last summer that it fully dawned on me just how beautiful this part of the world is. I had stopped halfway along the track and glancing back towards Manly I could see the entire pine-tree lined promenade.
It made me think back to a time in Colombia when, after the promise of ‘the most beautiful beach in the world’ I’d agreed to spend 3 hours on a boat to go see it. Having barely slept the night before it made for a rather unpleasant boat trip and I couldn’t help but be underwhelmed. That isn’t to say Colombia didn’t have beautiful beaches, it’s just that this wasn’t one of them. Coming back home to Manly Beach, I was confronted with the irony of it all. I had been on the other side of the world, in search of an oasis I’d previously disregarded at home.
Over the next few months I’ll be exploring Sydney with an entirely new perspective, so stay tuned for a local travellers view.
The Boy Wander
What has travelling taught you about your home town?
The Boy Wander