- Words by Andrea Petrini
- Photos by Colin Page
If I hadn’t heard by chance about the celebrated recluse of the Australian outback, I wouldn’t be on this journey towards Dan Hunter. “He is the Faviken of the Greek Calends, a voyage from the centre of Sydney that has lasted longer than the Odyssey,” I was told. How could it not send me into a spin, placing Hunter on the Ithaca atlas, in the G-spot of a new uncharted area.
But attention travellers: Go prepared. A compass and clothes for the sea- son are a must, as is cashmere to doss around town. There are not yet charters or group trips to this place, it’s a custom-made voyage, strictly à la carte. Leave the full board Inclusive Tour on the clothes-peg of pious intentions.
As soon as you arrive in Sydney, consider it a stagecoach stopover and get on the first plane for Melbourne. Then, from the international airport, take a taxi to get to the regional airport just five minutes away. You are now ready to board the first flight over the low-lying countryside of Hamilton, sharing your craft with about twenty tattooed, earringed and no doubt well-unionised miners, descendants of the first migratory waves from Scotland and the first colonialists two centuries ago, salt of the earth and human fuel for Australia’s metal and coal mines.