The Art of Being Elsewhere

At the midpoint of the climb, I took a moment — as any refined traveler should — to sit and admire the sheer grandeur before me. No city clamor. No tourists loudly comparing souvenir prices or lamenting the tragic absence of fast food. Just me.

As I travel the world, passing through unfamiliar cities and quiet mountain paths, I find myself carrying a book that has traveled with me in another life

Wind-lashed and utterly deserted, this wild stretch of coastline is one of the most beautiful landscapes I have ever witnessed. We hiked alone, save for an emu who, with quiet grace, chose to walk beside us for a time.

he call to adventure rarely arrives with fanfare. It creeps in—sometimes in response to restlessness, sometimes in quiet reflection—and once it grabs hold, it refuses to let go. I recognize it instantly. I can spot a story from a mile away, and my insatiable curiosity kicks in the moment we pull into our first roadhouse in Balladonia. Parked next to us is someone I can already tell is remarkable. I’m thrilled to introduce you to our new friend: Gulsah Merve Yuksel

Taste the wonderful cheese at the FARM SHOP in the shire of Nannup