Life of a True Vagabond

“Nature is pleased with simplicity, and nature is no dummy.” – Issac Newton

7 months into my worldy vagabond, I’ve grown a beard and I now travel with just a small camelback day pack and a guitar.Enough to hold some books, another set of clothes and chargers for the devices ive decided to use to share the journey with everyone.

After letting go of the things I didnt need in America, I now find myself looking at what im using in this moment in France and that I feel all I need is the clothes Im wearing now. I have the urge to liberate myself from everything and emerse myself into either complete wilderness still or now into a country alone where I would have to learn a new language to communicate. However the urge is strong for me to let go of everything, I could quite easily at this stage travel only with my clothes on me and my passport. I want to take the opportunity while it seems easy to do so before the temptation of material life becomes inviting again. 

All I’m feeling now is the same feeling that I had the years leading up to me travelling as I am now, Im waiting and enjoying the time until I am presented with the right moment to let go of everything and start the true life of a Vagabond, or go bush for a while. I picture myself in a bit of land on the west coast of the south island completely in it. Like a man in the movies stranded on a island that has to let go of his modern world and learn to live off the land to survive, build his shelter. I picture myself using all my physical and mental energy not to earn money, but to be swinging through that native bush in my chair on ropes from the trees and building a home with intricate systems like water, and ways of permaculutre. Allowing my creativity for the way I live to evolve, approaching the normal things like getting from A to B in a different way where in the past I would want to fit in and the world is made in such a way that I can just push on a path of some kind, but in the bush that seems illogical to either build a path right across or try and push the terrain…why not strap myself to my chair and swing like tarzan?. I want to have the chance to approach life differently than these last 28 years so far. 

I imagine that all this will happen once I have finished travelling with Julie in Europe, and I have finished with the 3 months training for the New Zealand basketball team I plan on doing before we go to Bejiing. Even though my drive is towards the path of continuing to let go and head down a path on which I cant see past the start, I have these little tangents off the path which I can enjoy.  As long as I keep an overall focus and direction towards the main path of which is grabbing my eye I can enjoy and be happy with these tangents. This is exactly how I felt with this world vagabond that I’m on now, I was doing my engineering apprenticeship, training for basketball, taking up other hobbies and interests but my main goal was to start to learn to let go and get away from all that, and everything I know. I could not wait to start this, and my heart was never free the whole time, the 6 years or so while I found my way to get to this stage. I learned to enjoy all the tangents off the path and the journey towards a path in which I couldnt see past but was excited to get the the start of.

Everyday is a beautiful day, I learn and I live. 

If you could be doing anything right at this moment what would you be doing? comment below, sometimes bringing a thought into the physical world can make it real… 

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Amazing America

I learnt alot from my travels in america, All the media, the political climate and being on the other side of the world in New Zealand meant that subconsciously I made a wrong opinion of this wonderful country. Some of us have different accents, and different cultures and live in totally different climates…But one thing has become apparent to me, and that is that ultimatly we are all the same but different. Our views can slightly differ but we are more united than it seems sometimes, some people have their proctective barriers higher than others but their intent is the same as yours….there is hope yet, keep being beautiful. 

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Flying into Newark,NJ to start my American adventure was a shock to my system. I knew no one here, had no plans and was a true test of my ability to adapt. Pushing around in circles around the airport trying to find a payphone that worked was my first fluster, looking a bit silly as I pushed my basketball chair, big backpack and guitar around past the same people. Something as small as using a phone changes…It didnt help that people here didn’t have any time for you and were abrupt, that made me want to get back on the plane and head back if America was going to be like this. Luckily it isn’t and it took me a week to figure that out. 

My big plan was to buy a van, travel around with my basketball chair and my guitar playing ball, sleeping in the van all over the states and playing guitar out of the back. That plan came crashing down after a few days of trying to buy a vehicle, the process was too complicated it seemed. Sitting in the hotel in Newark trying to figure it all out, knowing that I only had a few thousand dollars to last me 3 months and then I was off to spain…How the hell was I going to do that?. I got further flustered by Newark and was desperate to leave for the sake of my positivity so I got in an Uber and caught it down to Philadelphia, booked a week in a hostel there. First off I had to find a way to store my basketball chair with someone as there was no way I was going to be able to afford to Uber everywhere, and I planned to hitchhike now. Secondly I really needed just one person to get back to me from this workaway site, workaway is a cultural exchange\volunteer programme where you volunteer 4-5 hours per day with someone and they feed you and give you a place to stay while your there. After lots and lots of messages, one person…Priscella gave me the shot at proving that the wheelchair wouldn’t stop me from going into a house with stairs, or doing the work that they had for me. I would figure a way out but just need someone to give me a shot so I could get a reference saying that the chair wasn’t a problem. 

So after a great week in the hostel in Philly I caught a train down to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. In retrospect I should have caught a train from Newark to Philly after I experienced how easy it was to catch the train. The next two weeks I spent in locust gap, it was perfect to do some adjusting to America and also to have the time to adjust my directions. I was staying in a converted church, this creative heaven where I was helping paint radiators for my work. 

A massive snowstorm hit Pennsylvania, with snow up to the height of a car and stuck inside for a few days it was safe to say I was itching to get out and explore and feel that chilling air. So St Paddys day the local fire brigrade was holding a function for the locals, so I just shovelled myself a pathway in the snow and made it over to this funtion. Being a Kiwi is a bit of a novelty and it seemed especially here as there were some people that had never even met someone from another country before which totally blew my mind. After 2 weeks I was ready to make my way to another state, I had thrown out some emails on workaway and a few people had gotten back to me. Deciding to take a linear direction trying to see as much along the way as possible I decided to go down to florida and flying was the cheapest way this time around so I flew down into orlando leaving my basketball chair up in the church with Priscella which was an amazing weight off my travelling shoulders seeing as I wasnt going to be doing the basketball tour I orginally thought.

painting some radiators at the church, well so I say haha



My plan of travelling was to finally be able to embrace my go with the flow attitude, to go anywhere, anytime at the whim of my hearts desire without it affecting anyone in a negative way….I was starting to flow, each day I was getting more confident in the fact that life was going to provide me with a positive experience regardless if it was 11pm at night and I had no where to stay and I was in a new city. I arrived into Orlando that night, having to find a way to Saint Augustine tomorrow to meet with my next workaway host. I had no idea how to get there, but I got up early and watched an amazing sunrise over the water and set off to hitchhike to Saint Augustine. Wow from snow to this heat was a shock, especially now that I pushing a distance with this big backpack. Pushing on the road now because I ran out of footpath and look at that I found a train station. So I caught a train up to Palatka and was trying to hitchhike the rest of the way at 7pm…Not having much luck, and wondering why. Joseph and his aunty shouted across the road from their rental car and asked if I needed a ride…Aparantly its Illegal to hitchhike in florida he told me, but he had seen me on the train and picked up his first hitchhiker that day. 

Joseph and his first hitchhiker

Sunrise the morning Im in Orlando

Saint Augustine, what a memory it gave me. Firstly Venessa, Heidi ( her daughter) and Kim were so inviting. Having people in your house that you have never met gave me the belief in the world that I needed and had been searching for. To trust and love without having anyting intially in return. I helped Venessa around the hosue, and did some gardening and also we went out one night to see the Saint Augustine nightlife which was a cool experience. Also Venessa is a Sign language interpreter because Heidi is deaf so I was so happy to be learning some more language, I learnt alot about sign language and by the end I could at least spell the words and was capable of having a caveman conversation…but none the less, still capable of communicating simply with someone. 

We all meet those people who just influence us majorly at that point of our lives,  This person has something that you aspire to learn, or gives you a perspective that you couldnt have seen before. Jan, a 21 year old guy from germany was the person of my travels that influenced me the most so far. Everyone I meet has an influence on me but Jan was a projection of how I wanted to be. I went travelling to let go, to REALLY let go. To become as free as I could possibly become, free from what I think of myself, others and everything else that fills the mind. To really expand my awareness of my sorroundings on a broader scale than just my life and the city I work and live in. To finally accept my place, and finally start going with whatever flow that I was meant to be flowing with. Jan had let go, he was sharing his love with everyone, smiling at everyone, going with the flow of life…he had put himself out to the world a couple of years earlier, cycling down the entire west coast of the States from Vancouver to San Francisco along with all his other amazing stories and lessons. Jan seemed free, and thats the direction I’m trying to head. Jan was doing a similar exchange with Kim, Venessa’s friend and Kim lived down the block. So we would pop over to each others stay, have bonfires, sing and exchange our stories and true thoughts and we even went busking together in Saint Augustine.

Jan, after we had just been to Vilano beach

That beautiful sun, Who would have thought there was a thunderstorm 20 minutes ago

One particular experience stood out to me though, our wander over to Vilano beach. It must have been an hour bike ride\push from Venessa’s to Vilano and between Vilano and Saint Augustine there is a Intercoastal bridge with a high arc to allow boats to go under…probably 10 minutes to cross on the bike. As soon as we started up the bridge, a powerful thunderstorm hit out of nowhere and had this wall of rain hit us, me in my singlet and Jan carrying the guitar. The power of nature was beautiful and a reminder of what true power was, the huge cracks of the thunder right above us and the rain hammering us. If you haven’t gone out in a thunderstorm or rain then I recommmend it, there is no reason to be afraid of water. So much of us is made up of water and mabe one day we may not have this precious element so readily available…it is an refreshing awakening. As soon as we got down the other side of the bridge the dark clouds left as quickly as they came and the sun was shining and within half an hour I was dry again. 

The bridge on the way back from that beautiful thunderstorm experience

While in Saint Augustine, someone told me about the celebration of the sunset in Key West, the southern most point in the USA and that sold me on the idea of going down. Venessa suggested that I go down with Heidi to visit and stay with Heidi’s father, John. We caught the famous greyhound bus down together to West Palm not far out of Miami. John was awesome, 70 years young and full of life and very chill. We got on well, played music and philosophized the days away. Heidi also was going to go visit her brother who was also in a chair, Edward, in Miami. I had decided in those few days that I was going to hitchhike down to Key West from Miami and instead of taking that monstourous backpack I left it at Johns, along with my guitar and took a small camel pack with a charger, jacket, book and a couple of other small things. Little did I know that when I got to Edwards someone was going to tell me about a cycleway going pretty much the whole 160 miles from Miami to Key West,  so I decided that I would push instead and Edward offered me to stay the night which was awesome because it was 3pm now and would prefer to leave early in the morning. 

All I can say is thank God for the camel pack, because it was so hot and wheeling 20-50 miles a day meant I was drinking ALOT of water. I made the mistake of not putting sunblock on the first day and I ended up with terrible sunburn, lesson learnt that day. I made it the 160 miles, after bridges, sleeping outside, pushing all night, couchsurfing on a boat, being sticky with sweat the whole time and pushing my little heart out. I have a video which you can check out, the link is below. That was a massive lesson for me in the amount actually needed to survive and how much I enjoyed travelling with less. 

Here’s a link to the video of the push:

www.facebook.com/waywardwheeler – 160 miles

Hitchhiking across the 7 mile bridge in The Keys

So after the week I spent doing that, and getting back to John’s house I had decided to give away my backpack, sleeping bag and tent because for one I didn’t need it as much as I thought and in fact I enjoyed having less. And two I wanted to teach myself to become more of an expansive soul, sharing my love and giving without intent of recieving. Its funny because the year before I came travelling I had got a loan to get all this gear which cost me around $3000 and now I was giving it away. So I set up a video, put it up online for anyone who may need a hand starting an adventure and said I was giving it away. 

The next workaway was in Lafayette, Louisiana with Trent and Linni. So I caught a 22 hour busride to lafayette, its a long ride with interesting people along the way. A young guy who had just started learning about permaculture and he excahnged books with me, gave me his Bhagavad-Gita which meant alot. Also a lady shouting that Jesus will heal me at one of the bus stations at 1 or so in the morning…I tried not to encourage her, but said thank you and carried on. Arriving in Lafayette at 5 in the morning and not wanting to wake up Linni and Trent I waited there a couple of hours, met a dude who was homeless and took him out for a classy Burger King breakfast, gave him my headphones and wished him luck on finding a home and work. 

Kayaking down the Bayou behind Linni and Trents house at sunset

Lake martin, swamp land in Breaux Bridge. 

Sunset at lake Martin

How amazing is it when you have no plan and then you arrive on the weekend where Lafayette is having a International music festival. We all went out, the town is closed off and full of stages and we listened to Cajun music and music from all over the world…So great. I was rushing now, I only stayed a week and only have a few weeks left in the states…where did these 3 months go! I felt like I had not even touched a fraction of the USA. I could have definetly spent a while longer there, Helping with the gardening and then swimming in their pool in the afternoons, or kayaing down the Bayou behind their house..But its time to go, and cram in some more. So I had been in contact with John in Texas, who was a Friend of someone back home. John put something up on facebook asking if anyone had somewhere for me to crash and Chris was who came back. If there is one thing I can take away from travelling is that people are awesome, and that it has encouraged me to be awesome back to everyone. 

One of the stages at the Lafayette International festival

I caught a train, from Lousiana to Austin, Texas. Spent a night sleeping in a train station, with multiple dead arms and exploring San Antonio at 2 in the morning. At this point meeting with people I have never met, spending time and staying with them for a few nights, a night or a week was becoming normal. Chris was awesome, we jammed out on the guitars, he helped me write a song and we hung out for like a boys weekend while his partner was away. Austin was awesome, probably my favourite city so far. Very new, full of musical influence and progressive. I went busking down on one of the main streets for my friday night, it was fun performing for people, chatting and generally just getting to jam, share my music and try and make a little of difference financially. By this point I had finally found someone to give my bag and gear to after searching and trying, So I gave it away…it was very relaxed, just a thank you, a hug and I wished them to use it well. 

A tourist photo stop on the side of a coffee shop building

I was amazed to see new buildings and how nice Austin was

I love to go out and meet new people while I’m travelling on my own, so ive have been alot on my own. Just to listen to music, or have a coffee or few drinks a couple of times. Its hard not to feel creepy sitting there on your own but its amazing the connections and people that you meet when you sit alone. I did the same in Austin and its always a laugh, seeing what people know about where you are from and I love hanging out with people that I have never met. 

I had been trying very hard to make it up to Utah to go paragliding, I was so keen on that but me being me..I only just checked my itinerary and I was flying a week earlier than I had been telling everyone so back to Pennsylvannia for me to pick up my Basketball chair and have a week in New York to experience that Big Apple. I was going to hitchhike from Austin back to the east coast, and test out the Hammock I had got. Turns out 12 O-clock that night Before I was going to try Hitchhike tomorrow, I booked a 49 hour train ticket back to the east coast via Chicago. So random. I was running out of time, and didn’t want to miss my flight over to europe. 

40 hours on the train, In chicago before my next train.

The train ride was long, but unlike a plane I can use my chair to get to the toilets which is always my main worry while travelling because I pee ALOT. Met a bunch of people, saw a bunch of landscape and made it to Pennsylvannia eventually where I spent a couple of nights back with Priscella at the church, picked up my basketball chair and caught a train up to New York…The last stop. 

New york was how I thought it would be, busy and alot of things to see and do. I did alot of pushing around the city and the hostel I stayed in was full of wonderfully friendly people and staff. Cruising around the city having coffees and laying in parks, trying to break down the locals barriers. Now to the airport to board the plane to Spain, say goodbye to America and meet up with Julie to travel around Europe. 

Bryant park in NYC, so nice to lay down with everyone enjoying the sun through the buildings.

Night atop the Empire State Building

America, I learned to let go of the things I thought I needed but didn’t..To not judge and be open to everyone. I pushed myself further into situations where I had no control and more importantly to start flowing with whereever it was I was going. This is why I came travelling, so thank you. 

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“Push yourself,  push past what you think you can do and then know your capable of anything” 

I’m not someone that plans things, I love to go with the flow and follow the opportunities as they arise. So when someone told me that the sunset was celebrated every night down in Key West…I got sold on the idea of going down, I mean could there be anything more worth celebrating than the celestial body that provides life to us on earth?. I planned to Hitchhike down to Key West from Miami, Then someone told me the day before I was going to hitchhike down that there is a Cycle path pretty much the whole way in the Keys…well why not push down I thought. I love the sun, I love adventure and most of all I love to push myself physically not only because I know the wheelchair wont slow me down..But that excercise is the perfect anti-depressant, the biggest high you will get is from pushing your body and mind past what you think it might be capable of. To get to a point where you have to talk to your body to keep your body moving, with sweat running into your eyes and the burn of your muscles, each breath valued…I live for that feeling.

If your ever struggling with anything in life..go for a run, swim, push, bike or anything where you can exhaust yourself physically and bring you back to your simplist appreciations. Like your breath, your heartbeat and you have pushed so hard that you only have enough energy to be in the moment, the valuable energy that you have at the moment is spent on the processes of the now and only positivity can fill your mind. 

Day 1 – The sun battle

I hadn’t planned anything, I didn’t think of what I should pack, where I should stay or how or where the path was. I just literally left where I had been staying, went and got a coffee and started pushing..hopefully in the right direction. Stopping off to pump up my tyres at a bike shop I started on the path which was slowly turning from Miami city to a seemingly endless backroad. I loved the physical push, it was hot and I knew I was getting burnt so had to stop off and buy a hat. 20 or so miles later after enduring the sun, drinking all the water from my camelback, sticky and burnt from the sun I found a Hostel which had someone had recommended and thankfully they had room because I needed to tend to my burns with some Aloe vera from the hostel garden and refuel for tomorrow. 

At the very start in Miami before the sun and sweat haha

Day 2/3 – what a distance, what an experience..Two days merged into one

Having been told there was no space on the road inbetween Florida City and Key Largo I decided that I would bus to Key Largo ( the start of the florida keys) which was about 20 miles. Another day of extreme sun but I wore a t-shirt and used alot of sunblock to try recover today, yesterday meant that I had to manage myself today with the sun. I pushed, and pushed..I started at about 9 am and stopped around 1 to have lunch, and then kept pushing. Around the 20 mile mark I started to look for places to stay the night, preferably a hostel or something cheap..this was around 3pm. No such luck and I got a bit off the maintrack and was now wheeling on the road, thumb out to hitch a ride back to the main road where there was a path. getting a ride with Rocky, Liinci and there new born daughter and hungout with them for a little while down at a beach and them showing me some local spots that might not be so busy with this crazy traffic of people where I could possibly sneak in and sleep on the beach for the night. It was around 4 when they dropped me off at a beach place but it was busy and I still felt like pushing. So I pushed, kept getting further and it kept getting later until it was dark and I was still pushing and hadn’t found somewhere to stay for the night, I asked around but everywhere was booked out…I should have picked a weekend that wasn’t spring break and also easter weekend haha. 

Pushing over the bridges in the day was ok, I was close to the cars but I knew they could see me but I came to a bridge about 10 pm and I had luckily accidently packed my headtorch so I had that on while I was pushing otherwise I would have wheeled straight into the ocean probably. This was bridge with a big arc to allow boats to go under and I asked people that were fishing if I could catch a ride over, no response. I tried hitchhiking over, no response…so I decided I should wait until the early hours of the morning when traffic died down, at this stage I was pretty keen on having a rest and sleeping but there was no where…The grass was full of beady eyed spiders, so that was out. I wheeled down a bank, unknowingly through some cactus plants, and chilled in the bush for some sleep in my chair. I tried to sleep but I kept hearing sounds and wasn’t sure what was hiding in the bush so out of desperation of trying to find somewhere to rest I pushed  over this bridge with my headlamp facing backwards and pushed as fast as I could being prepared to dodge cars and to be yelled at. 

I made it, and kept pushing it was about 1 am when I started singing repeatly because there were no people around and this endless path was getting making me insane probably ” I push for days and days” I kept singing that for some reason. About 2 am I decided to sleep on this pedestrian bridge that runs along the main car bridge, amazingly there were some people fishing in the dark and a couple of what looked like homeless people..jumped out of my chair, put my warm jacket on, used my backpack as a pillow and lay down to try and sleep under the moon in this concrete island in the middle of the ocean with the wind blowing. 

After a couple hours sleep I kept pushing, around 5 am and fell asleep on the steps to a motel waiting for it to open at 8am..I waited and then was told there was no room. My eyes were popping out of my head and my body was feeling like it had just pushed 50 miles which I did. I saw a bus go by and was so tired and hungry, and thought to myself ” why would I choose easter weekend and also a spring break weekend” thats what happens when you just go, I can live with that. I decided to catch up bus back up to Edwards in Miami who was awesome and let me stay, so I could have a shower and wash the 50 miles of sweat off, eat and sleep and continue in a couple of days when it wasn’t easter weekend. Wow watching the bus drive for a couple of hours and seeing how far I pushed was cool. It didn’t seem that far because I wasn’t focused on the destination, I just kept pushing. 

Day 5 – rested, ready and eager to get back pushing

After I was rested I realised how much I missed being out on my own, in the unknown. I caught a bus back down to marathon which was where I had caught the bus from to come back up. Meeting up with Marta who was a friend through a friend, and I always love meeting people especially when there is a common connection. I stayed in a hostel there, which I sort of snuck into. Up before 8am to start pushing again, pushing about 32 miles and having to try to hitchhike across a 7 mile long bridge before I found somewhere to stay. A campsite, I tried to talk the price down seeing as I was getting a tent site but was going to sleep outside. Always appreciating a place to shower and charge my phone, have a place to chill and refuel. That night I got out of my chair and slept on a park bench under the stars, what a beautiful night…except for the millions of mosquitos, I slept wearing my jacket backwards with the hood over the front of my face and my hands tucked in…genius, it stopped the bites anyway, mabe not something to do if you want to look cool though. 

Hitching across the 7 mile bridge just outside of Marathon

Day 6 – The final destination, Key west

I knew I would make it to to the most southern point of the USA today, getting up early and pushing along the road, over bridges and through towns. 8 am to about 12 I was pushing today, not as long as the other days. I had come 120 or so miles…now for the last stretch. I really did enjoy the sun, and having my music in. Along the way in stores and people on the street would come up and say that they saw me wheeling along the road or where ever, there was pretty much no one on this path down the keys so I stuck out more than I usually would. 
Finally I made it, I was so sweaty and my clothes were drenched so I had to find showers. I found a community pool, on a rooftop which was awesome. Literally only locals there..I got to cool down and refresh so that I could go celebrate the sunset with the rest of the tourists of Key west. After going in to one of the 300 bars in Key West to listen to some music, getting mistaken for a homeless man (again) and catching up with Aramis who I had organised to couchsurf on his houseboat for the night, I went down to Mallory sqauare..watched the performers and looked out on to the ocean at the sunset and said thank you. 

Thank you for teaching me that I dont need much, that things will work out even if you have to sleep outside. That you can journey as long and as far as you like if you appreciate the journey, that the destination is just a milestone of a start, the start of a bigger journey. 

Heres a link to a video I made on facebook

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=443340319333617&id=426547054346277

A giveaway – how I’ll share my love

“Happiness is not so much in having as sharing, we make a living by what we get but we make a life by what we give”

I literally want to give you the backpack off my back, and all the gear with it…My sleeping bag, and tent. Someone out there needs change or mabe they have already started. Someone out there wants experience and may need a small hand to start it. Love reflects love and here is how I’m loving you. There more I travel the more I realise I don’t need much, So I want to give you my gear and not only lighten my load but share it with love. All pretty new, it doesn’t come with a receipt but it comes with a story, love and a small change. 

A macpac 50 litre backpack

A macpac 500 escapade sleeping bag

A companion pro-hiker tent

Share this with someone you think may need a helping start, or nominate someone on their behalf. Like my page and message me with a letter or video telling me where you would use it and any lovely story about yourself 🙂  My facebook page link is at the bottom of the page along with my email. I’ll pick someone and if possible I will personally come and drop it off. Small changes, Big love. 

All I ask is that when you have finished your adventure and have no need for the gear that you pass it on to someone who is ready to start their adventure and have this backpack passed on with love.

This isn’t just about me giving something away to help someone, it’s to pay foward all the times someone has smiled at me, talked to me and helped me with my life, shaping who I am today. So hopefully this video reminds you to do something small, to someone you may not even know. 

Small changes, Big love.

Eamon wood

waywardwheeler@gmail.com

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Peace, it’s beautiful

“peace begins with a smile” – Mother Teresa

We are all from the same place, a place being something that is everything. A place is simply an existance, whether it is observable, thinkable or something that is felt. The observable place of our time is the universe and in time it may be that we understand that its even bigger than that. We are all going to end up in this same place, one way or another. 

To treat each and everyone with respect, honesty and love. Smile at everyone because love reflects love, when I smile at you, you smile in reflection even if it’s an smile inside. We all have our goals in this life, but we have our goals as a human race too. Regardless of race, disability, age, beliefs or financial status our goal as a human race is to work together with love and unity, because in the speck of life of the universe that we have seen, in ages to come if hate and war is how we survive I would have rather died in a time of unity and peace. If I die tomorrow with love and unity, I will have died happy. Living for an eternity at the price of hate and non trust, is that worth our basic instinct of survival?.

Any act is justified if it’s done with honesty, love and respect..even death. 

America bound  – I’ve been bought back to reality

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At Gatwick airport, Off to America today..This should be nice, on my own in a new enviroment. Carrying everything wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be, I use my basketball wheelchair as a trolley for my backpack and throw my guitar on my back. 

I’m always early to the airport, I hate rushing..I have a bladder that opposite of a camel, so I have to go to the toilet just before I get on the plane and my worst fear is being late and then having to go to the toilet and hearing ” could a MR Eamon Wood make his way to the gate please”. That means I have to get on the plane and to my seat while everyone watches from their seat…Nightmare-ish stuff. 

Well I avoided all that and on the plane, America here I come. 

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My Heart broke today, I live in a fantasy land where everyone treats everyone how they would like to be treated…that a Human is a Human, and that when we look at each other we see other Humans..not races, social statuses. So far I want to cry about how people were treating each other, people pushing in front of people, no-one helping one another and where I stayed in New Jersey, I was the only white person….There are still places segregated? I couldn’t believe it and even worse I could feel people felt they were hard done by, that whatever past there was, that people still lingered on it.

It feels poisonous, and I need to leave now.I feel like a innocent child having their innocence blanket ripped from their eyes. I Definetly need to find some positivity …ASAP

12-3-17

I cant leave that last paragraph in as the end to this post, The vibe got better as I left Newark,NJ. Philadelphia , the city of brotherly love, was the perfect place to go.

I couldnt buy a van like I had wanted so that threw my whole plan out for the trip, My plan to buy a van and vagabond around with my guitar and basketball chair, playing guitar and playing basketball all over the USA and sleeping in the van was out the window…I’m definetly having to be cautious of money now, I cant even afford to stay in hostels now if I want to last the 3 months I’m here. 

But we humans are master adapters, and i’ve had alot of practice in my life. So after a few days of being flustered and trying to make it work…I adapt and spend a week in a hostel in Philadelphia away from Newark to figure it out. I was also flustered on how to travel with my basketball chair now too,  I have nowhere to leave it so I caught an Uber, which was expensive and in retrospect after having had used the trains now I should have caught a train.

I spend a week socializing, and trying to figure it out…I want to travel this way, the way of freedom so I have to accept things not being organized and having to adapt. It makes for good stories too haha. I had my first workaway reply! saying yes that they have me for a couple weeks and that I would be painting radiators…at this stage I will do anything to not pay for accomadation. I had emailed so many places in the UK and being in a chair and without any references, I dont think people know whether they would have to help me with everything…I just needed one person to say yes, and now I have it!. 

I had to adapt from my van and becoming a professional basketball player in the states idea, into a workawayer …travelling around the US this way. 

All experince has its worth, even if its not the kind you intended to have. 

Wayward wheeling – A blog of my Travels

Looking at my cake, 10 candles on it. This is when I remember the first wish I ever made…totally innocent to the world. Looking over the beautiful native bush of the west coast of the south island, I can see the other side of the valley and the river between this housebus and itself. I wished/prayed..spoke to the universe from my head, and the whole of belief of my heart to whatever was listening. pressing my eyelids together, took a breath and made my wish… I was happy but was in search for more.

This isnt about sadness, or me being in a chair… its about having a chance to view the world from a different perspective. So this blog is to follow me while im travelling, to laugh and love with me as I figure it all out. 

I had a car accident when i was 4 and a half, mum fell asleep at the wheel and the car drove off a bank in between nelson and motueka in New Zealand. Im in a wheelchair and have been since, as a quick run down as to how my body functions..it was my lower part of my spinal cord that was damaged. I can move my legs a little bit. i can only engage a couple of muscles in them faintly, but as someone in a chair who meets other people in chairs and all ranges of disabilities, the smallest of functions help with everyday life e.g. transfering, balance etc, we can all be thankful for something that someone else may not have. 

My whole life since my first wish Ive been searching, For happiness, fulfillment …something that made it all worth it. I’ve found it in sports, love, friends, career, learning, music, beauty, simplicity, challenge, fear. Now im searching through the experience of travel, the chance to put myself out to the world and see how it replies to the questions im asking.