Melbourne Mayhem

Well I got on the Boat... and off the boat... and though the thick fog (yes it was fog not my car again... i hope) and spent a few days in Melbourne before I settle down to work. Bike rides, brewery tours, photographing people planking at Mornington peninsular, Korean BBQ (north Korean judging by how much freedom we had on the BBQ stones), going to IKEA, yep all the Melbourne usuals. Wait, no, that’s not what i normally do at all. Oh well it was fun.

New beginnings, the end of an era

I was busy being nostalgic “working on the farm” fixing fences and digging things, moving things etc. Also enjoying my late mornings and let’s not forgot the late nights :) You’re a bad influence Jim (or maybe it’s the $10 steins). Anyhow, now it has been a bit of frantic packing till I got done...

I have loaded my car up inclusive 1 Crt TV, 2 computer monitors, 2 computers, 1 bike, a set of weights all my clothes a rug and some random paraphernalia. A Very heavy car indeed, glad it’s a V6.

To get on the ferry the inspection (for quarantine, apparently) involves lifting the hood. Now my car has suffered a possible cracked head gasket which makes it, while running, leak oil like a broken sieve... right onto exhaust. This means if I have gone more than about a km in the last 15min the car starts smoking like the engine bay is on fire. After 200km there appears to be a small colony of dragons fighting tar creatures from Venus just under my bonnet. Problem. However, the entrance to the spirit of Tasmania is – luckily - sloped almost imperceptibly downhill. This meant I could turn off the engine and roll. However, in an automatic this means i lose power steering and breaks. But it’s that or wake the hood daemons.

So here I am naunchelauntly rolling my car, turning my steering wheel with both hands and all my might. Meanwhile I have to use two feet for the breaks which makes me look like a senior citizen who forgot to have his all-bran. Now i realise i need my driver’s licence which is in the jacket pocket, on the back seat... not my most elegant hour. Nothing to see here! God I hope my car makes it to Canberra.

Living in the land down under, again

I have returned to Australia, the lucky country, and see it again with un-closed eyes. It’s a strange phenomenon that when you have been travelling for a while and return it seems you have returned to a different country from the one you left.

The Good: Open space, relaxed living, good food and drink, being in the same place for more than a week. Your own transport, mum cooking you food, party, sleep in, play computer games, bushwalking, camping, go out. Ok, so maybe i am more living the life of a playboy than a true unemployed bum washing windows and sleeping under a bridge BUT... *meh*

The Bad: We are not REALY world class in most things. We are in general inefficient, unrefined and with too much legislation... anyone who tells you otherwise is ignorant or deceitful. But the good news is we are not the only ones! Even Germany for all its military efficiently can be badly designed and poorly efficient. The French for all their culture are a bunch of ignorant country bumpkins and rip-off merchants half the time. And don’t get me started on the English. Let’s take the tube... as your walking along you keep to the left, unless there is a split coming up then it’s keep to the right... they drive on the left and you MUST stand on the left on a travelator so some people can run up the side, even when there are 400 people crowding around the base of them – single file only. Do they not realise that any time you gain by scurrying past people is more than lost by waiting for everyone to get into a single line before getting on the elevator. 100% increase in people moved for the cost of what? Business mcScrooge can’t jog while sending emails to people who don’t care on his iPhone? And this, even with all its delays and track works, is probably the best public transport outside of Asia. So come on Australia let’s continue to revel in doing allot of things pretty well – and not pretend we are best at everything.

The Ugly: Cost! How bloody expensive is a night out (or in) in Australia. Alcohol, food, accommodation... they hit you everywhere. $10 for a pint of beer? $20-30 dollars for a decent bottle of wine?? WTF!!??! And I am not comparing this to Bolivia, in Paris or London or Berlin you can get a meal and a beer for lunch for 10 Euro and for dinner for 20. Try that over here?! What can you get for under 30 dollars? Fish and chips... if you’re lucky. And don’t think the bottle shop and the supermarket will save you. One way or the other you can drop 100-200 dollars on a night out before you know it, if you spend a hounded Euros on a night out it will be one to remember, if you can.

Sri Lanka

Nice. Nice ruins, good food, excellent service. The natives are friendly if somewhat pesky about buying things. The sights are nice mix of culture nature and history. And it was a nice apartment, with a nice view in Colombo.

You may be able to tell i am nearing the end of my journey by that i do not find the need to write great prose and verse about every thing. I did have a good time soaking up the sights and atmosphere, in Little old sri lanka with mum and gordon, not to mention soaking up some Gin and Tonic :)

I should spare a sentence for the subject of the colonial influence: Is slavery so bad? i mean look at all the good they did. Theres plumbing and toilets, there's food (not just local stuff you can also get a damn good steak if you feel like it), there's having a driver who says "yes sir", and of course the great big mansions. Makes one proud to be part of the british empire... And if Australia can't flog the pommes at cricket at least one of our sister colonies is. Take one place we stayed "The Mansion" Photo included, This massive colonial style building is an 11 room hotel with 1920s furniture and decor.

Hongkong and Maccau

Hongkong is a bad city to be jet lagged in. There is always something to do. Hong kong really only gets started afterdark with lazer light showes in the harbour and busy nightmarkets and late shopping. Wondering the streets till past midnight is just part of hongkong life. When you can't sleep anyway it difficult to fall asleap untill early, then sleep late.

Macau is much less touristy, much more chinese, a unique mix of portugese and asian (Latin Asisa) cultures this little island gives us a glimpse into a dirtyer rawer hongkong days. Few White Tourisits and not so much of the Luis Viton, Visace megastore attmosphere. That's not to say Macau is poor by any means. Huge Vegas style cassinos, complete with fountain displays huge pools and luxry gaming salons. Fisherman's warf is dotted with theam casinos like volcaoes, egiptian palace, chinese temple, all Exessivly tuperwear plastic. But there is anotherside, getto like old districts span much of the island and historic hill forts colonial houses and gardens cover more - a great place just to walk around and explore. Though seeing a franciscan monistary covered in chinese characters rather than latin bible script is still an odd sight.

Ode to Germany!

I love Australia, i really do, but sometimes I can’t help but want more – sometimes I have needs that Australia can’t satisfy. Germany, you, can provide me with such exquisite pleasures, with exactitude and efficiency, culture and history, and a sense of belonging that stretches back to when the first cavemen decided a winter in Europe might be a bloody good idea.

Germany my Germany, you may be a harsh mistress at times but I wouldn’t have you any other way. Some people think you cold, Germany, mistaking your strength and pride for hostility - but they have not seen your inner warmth. Your people, so friendly, always ready to make it better easier and clearer - efficient. Some people even think you ugly, because you lake the fine sun-blessed curvatious scapes of that poster child brazil, but i would not have a hundred brazils for but the one Germany. What has brazil compared against the softer curves of your exquisite wine regions, against the almost timeless history I see in you, Nothing! And so we have shared many a time full of hidden pleasures and surprising delights.

More than any other European I fell you, Germany, are not selfish - always ready to provide the very best of Europe; to share in the bounty of French wine, Italian salami, Swiss chesse, Spainish gaspachio, and the many more delights from beyond that you lay at my feet. Germany the food you provide is mouth-watering; there is fleishsalat (meat-salads), sauerkraut, bratwurst, slachtplatte (a slaughter plate of assorted cooked meets), maultashen (like ravioli) , spetzle (vaguely pasta like), milshschnitten (a milky treat), exquisite sweets (gummy bears), good chocolate, and great beer... 3,500 breweries, each one better than the next - add to that some good wine and anyone can start to see my fondness for you, my Germany.

Germany you have shown me a rich culture of thousands of years, with castles and museums, art galleries and theatres. Germany you care for me with friendly efficiency, that nurtures me with directness of approach and cold reasoned honesty. I am fascinated by your intellectual beauty and your hard, prod, unshakable core. What more could i want?

What more, indeed...

Alas my Germany, you and I are just too different. We were close once but we have changed, grown apart. You want me to conform, to give myself over to you, your systems, completely surrender, and I am just not ready to make that sort of commitment right now. Australia accepts me for who i am, with a carefree grace that easy charm. And so i will return to my companion of many years Australia, though grateful for the times we have had together. I have missed Australia’s natural beauty, and uncomplicated living. How I long to again work those wide open plains, to be cradled in the comfort of those familiar mountains, to rest in that penetrating warmth. No, it is with Australia that i belong; But you will always be special to me Germany, always be a part of me, always.

Nice, very nice.

A more appropriately named place may not exist. Nice, Côte d'Azur, france, is a medium size town with a beautiful park and ruins, excellent museums and while i was there fireworks. The Last day of the carnival had been delayed due to wind. The carnival involved some performing kids... nice for them. Followed by burning the king (no mere burning man for us). and the best fireworks displays i have ever seen! It was not the biggest (no were near rio’s) but it was less than 100m away, and it used some special effects i have never seen before(like spiralling twisting shooting stars, interlocking fire, etc) all reasonably well choreographed The best thing was the receptive croweds (grooving along to the songs) but also the finale so intense you could feel the shocks from the hundred explosions on your face.



From Nice i explored the coast and the mountains to the south dotted with little villages, rocky and sandy beaches and generally pleasant atmosphere. Oddly the Cote de Azure always reminds me of Tassie, in pictures as in life. The sun sets slowly casting a beautiful warm glow across granitic peaks that wash into tumultuous blue seas. Small towns with friendly people, rural but alive in a way. The weather is a bit too cold to swim, but nice enough for a walk. Granted, there are a few old buildings around, castles and churches and the like, but i think we just have to build few back home.