Nearly 50,000 km and almost three weeks on the train, as well as buses, taxis, planes, biking, hiking and a Mongolian horse later, and I’ve reached Bexhill, New South Wales. Six months after leaving Bexhill, East Sussex.
Since my arrival I have been spending time meeting the locals and continuing my research of the area. A peculiar parallel dimension, all the more so because of the last 18 months planning and preparing to make the journey here. Meeting those I’ve been in touch with and seeing the places talked of. It does actually exist, and it is rather lovely.