Philosophy and Life

Last on Hill

Last on Hill

RED LEADER: Our first red run The sun had fallen behind the mountain and the golden hue that hung like a shimmering halo above the peak had shifted to the icy blue of impending dusk. Apart from the brief racket…

Meeting Linh: Part 1

Meeting Linh: Part 1

When people ask how Linh and I met, the answer often elicits a condescending smile – at least until we provide a little more detail. The short version of this story is that I found Linh on Gumtree, but before…

An open leter to (WA) Drivers

An open leter to (WA) Drivers

Dear Western Australian drivers (may be applicable to drivers in other locales), Hi, you probably don’t know me. I’m that guy sitting in the oncoming lane. I know you haven’t noticed me, because you’re trash texting your mate about how…

Cardiff and the Doctor (why I went, and why I’d stay)

Cardiff and the Doctor (why I went, and why I’d stay)

We started planning our trip (my first) to Europe over a year before we queued up at the departure gate. Two things remained constant over the year between the decision to go and actually making the flight. The trip was…

First past the post – 12 months of Einstein’s Barber

First past the post – 12 months of Einstein’s Barber

Exactly one year ago today, I posted my first blog on WordPress. I wrote a blog about what I hoped to achieve by weighing into the blogging community. You can find that first post here from when I reproduced it…

Harvesting the fruit of a ten-year old dream

Harvesting the fruit of a ten-year old dream

Ten years ago I was selling televisions in Queensland and doing everything I could to avoid the responsibilities of my still new adulthood (in some ways, little has changed). Elsewhere in the world, however a man and his wife had…

Extra cut! Hop Harvest

Extra cut! Hop Harvest

As I try to work out how to replace Barber Shop Photos with something else, I’m playing with video editing. Last weekend (Feb 20) Linh and I joined some friends in their inaugural Hop Harvest Party to celebrate their first…

How travelling to Europe is different – Normandy, France.

How travelling to Europe is different – Normandy, France.

When we take a trip, I’m used to spending a good two to four weeks in a couple of carefully selected countries. Coming from Perth, one of the most isolated cities on the planet, it’s a massive undertaking – both…

My first real encounter with the language barrier

My first real encounter with the language barrier

Whenever I travel, people ask me how I deal with the language barrier as if it is some kind of physically oppressive wall that stops them from travelling themselves. Of course I tell them that language is only a part…

The Home Range

The Home Range

While I love to travel for myself, there is also something to be said for sharing your local region with guests. After living in one place for a while as we start to do as we enter the Thirty Fraternity,…

Travelling in search of culture

Travelling in search of culture

When we travel, one of our goals is always to find a slice of whichever country we’re touring that has been saved the ravages of tourism. As contradictory as it may be, we travel to seek the very thing our…

On the train to Colombo

On the train to Colombo

I have never loved crowds. I have quite the knack for avoiding situations where I have to deal with being crushed against hundreds of sweaty bodies. I shun most events that mean that I’ll have to jostle, fight, bite and…

Barber Shop Photos 11 – Stilt fishermen in Sri Lanka

Barber Shop Photos 11 – Stilt fishermen in Sri Lanka

One thing that fascinates (and concerns) me about travelling is the effect we have on cultural and social practices as we trudge our way through countries that often have vastly different structures than our own. This shot of the stilt…

Surprises in the desert – Siwa

Surprises in the desert – Siwa

Egypt taught me a lot about the realities of travelling. I was swindled in the shadow of the great pyramids (http://www.einsteinsbarbershop.com/?p=72), endured the corruption of officials in Luxor (bullied by a guard at Karnak), dropped my bundle in frustration at…

A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts

A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts

  Tropical island holidays have never really tempted me. When I daydream of escaping my day to day routine, my mind draws me not to a recliner on a sandy beach (although it sounds most pleasant), but to exotic adventures…