“It is impossible to communicate to you the conception of the trembling sensation, half pleasurable and half fearful, with which I am preparing to depart….There is something at work in my soul which I do not understand…a love for the marvelous, a belief in the marvelous…which hurries me out of the common pathways…to the wild sea and unvisited regions I am about to explore…”
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, 1818
These words, written almost 200 years ago, still ring true in a traveler’s soul. Today I set out for almost 7 weeks in remote northwest Australia – the Kimberley Coast – and then on to the Spice Islands of Indonesia, visiting places like Komodo, Badas, and Timor. I will do my best to send out regular travel posts along the way.
In about 48 hours I should be arriving in the tiny outpost of Broome, Australia. Broome is home to a storied pearl trade that has moved from the age of sails, wooden ships and free divers collecting shells by hand, to the age of mechanized aquaculture and diesel-fueled trade with Asia.
First impressions can be a strong thing sometimes. I look forward to my first glimpses of a new destination out of the airplane window. I imagine Broome will be dry with red rock framing a small settlement on the coast. Mudflats and mangroves also fringe Broome’s shores with shades of green and brown and beyond, a big blue sea will stretch on for infinity.
I’ll do my best to bring you along for the ride!