23 April, 2012

life down under

i may have shown you some sights of australia and parts of the new museum of contemporary art, but not yet how my daily life has been there. let's do a short catch-up.
to the sushi-junkies out there: believe me, you find sushi in australia like starbucks in new york at every corner of the streets. same counts for vietnamese and thai food. even if you have a sudden crave for a roll at night, you can get them at the next 7-Eleven store, who have them stored in many variations.
that coke-sign is huge, not to say immense. for sydneysiders it's the hollywood-sign of sydney. when i heard about that, i knew immediately the australians must be easy-going, nice people.
i met lots of overseas-working (working holidays is the magic key) backpackers at an Inn in brisbane, which were friends from the beginning on (and teached me to play various card games and how to roll my own cigarettes). on my last night in australia we decided to do a noche española (in english; spanish night) and made tapas and sangría (if a pack of cigarettes costs 15$AUD, you can imagine how much they charged for one bottle of vodka and the rest of the ingredients..)
to put it briefly, my daily life consisted of coffee, cigarettes, talking, walking and more coffee.

13 April, 2012

there's something about australia..

i've been in australia a bit over a week. considering that i was about 16 hours on my feet every day i probably did more than some in a month.
when it rains, it pours. that way you walk faster and you see more.
my bloody feet were well, bleeding because of all the walking and my heartbeat went faster with every step i took to get closer to just another random place i decided to go.
if my heart wouldn't belong completely to someone else already, i probably would have left it in the laid-back soul of australia.

07 April, 2012

the travelette running in our veins

there may be people that hate the travel itself. for others it is the highlight of travel. getting to the airport, filling in the documents, going through customs, boarding, going through customs again, getting to the city and some days after the same but the way back.
for some it might be stressful, for others relaxation. a routine that is done automatically. what about you? are stamps in your passport irrelevant or a reward, almost like a treasure of your life? where the sights and experiences are seen. when i meet new travelers or backpackers we often look at our stamps and find topics to speak about immediately. some of us may have been to places we always wanted to go, and sometimes we are the ones that have been to places they've always wanted to see.
travelers are connected by a part in our soul.