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Some "Wolf Creek" shit (OR: How to save money in OZ)

all seasons in one day 34 °C

In fact, we decided against taking Bobby, the rund-down car no. 2, across Australia.
This mature and responsible decision didn't evolve out of our own common senses. (Surprise!) A mechanic, who had a brief look at Bobby laughed out loud and told us that if we actually want to end up at the eastcoast alive, we should get the car crushed...
We tried to sell it on www.gumtree.com.au to get at least some money out of it, but this act proved difficult, because we knew absolutely nothing about the car, except its brand and we didn't have any papers either. (Remember, some friendly bushman gave it to us in the middle of the desert, when our van broke down. Of course we had other problems at that time than caring about papers...)

Anyway, we took a flight to Melbourne and caught up with our favorite rockstar Chris, whom we met in Indonesia. He showed us around the city and took us to some...interesting music gigs. There was for example this heroin addicted (or so) band performing songs about a chair. Or this other song about knives raping a womans body...
Besides we also went to the Great Ocean Road, where we enjoyed spectacular scenic views and beautiful beaches. We also played that game called koala spotting. A whole day and a few koalas later, we concluded that they were ugly, fat and boring and headed back to Melbourne.
We spent another few days in beautiful, artsy Melbourne, got a tattoo and a piercing and then hitchhiked to Sydney. (I really, really love this sentence.)
We were lucky again, because we met this relaxed trucker called Alex who gave us a lift up to a place called Dubbo, which is roughly 750ks away from Melbourne and only 4 hours before sydney. It took us ages for these 750ks. But then we finally made it to Dubbo in the middle of the night (at that point, we of course had no idea where exactly in Australia Dubbo was placed) and the next day, we had to stand beside the sidewalk again, waving and smiling and hoping for someone to pick us up.
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And we were lucky again. Another trucker called Ian was going to Sydney to deliver some packages and we could get a lift. He was such a nice guy, offering us some beer leftovers from last night straight away and talking a lot about... Trucker stuff. And his family. He has seven kids and showed us a picture of his oldest daughter, who is planning on going to the states to work in a strip club. He was very proud.
We really like truckies and made new awesome friends along the trip.
People are always so sceptical when we tell them that trucks driven by strangers are our means of transport around Australia.
But our theory is that this species of men is not very likely to kill young female backpackers. They just enjoy some company along the long and boring drives across Australia.

Arriving in Sydney in one piece, we kind of started to like this no-budget lifestyle and did some couchsurfing. The first guy we stayed with, was really weird, a lost Hawaiian musician who was a bit too stoned for a monday night and a bit...dodgy in general.
When we woke up in the middle of the night discovering that our door was locked, we kind of panicked. We used the knive (our best friend these days) to open the lock and found out that it was just broken and not locked on purpose. HA!
Next day, we nicked off as quickly as possible and looked for some new hosts on www.couchsurfing.com ( Yeah, I know the experiences from last night didn't really let us grow) and found some other, this time really nice and caring guys.
THANK you! (15 funny people living in a huge hippie house directly next to the beach!)

First days in Sydney, we had absolutely no idea what to do next (déja vu: Perth and Melbourne) and since we don't own a travel guide or something alike, we were kind of lost (again) but happy. (?)

As you may have noticed, we enjoy our spontaneous lifestyle a lot and love to make new plans all the time. But this time we overdid it slightly. We changed our plans for the following weeks almost twice a day.
This is why:
We absolutely love Australia and its people. Traveling around here is ridiciuosly expensive but easy-going and realxing... A bit too easy for our liking though. Everyone speaks your language and there is a whole industry specialised on making your backpacking experience as comfortable and easy as possible.
We tried our best to make it a challenge and to get some adventure out of it, but after a while we kind of longed to return to the nerve-racking challenge in Southeast Asia. It is way more interesting up there (and beer is SO MUCH cheaper) and also the fellow traveler you meet up there are...just next level backpacking.
Down here they are... Kind of average. A bit boring even. (With some precious exceptions).
So our first plan was to go back to Asia. For ever. I mean, one week's expenses in Australia (lowest budget) could cover a month of awesome traveling in Asia!
Then we planned to go back just for a couple of months and leave OZ as soon as possible.
Then we realized that we needed some money for the flight tickets (hitchhiking doesn't work for airplanes unfortunately) and so we decided to look for work (again). And then we didn't want to miss Cairns or Byron Bay, saying we needed at least another month in OZ.
Slowly going crazy, we changed plans twice a day, just because we could. In the end, neither one of us knew what she actually wanted to do and see. Too many options! Too little money!

And then faith took the decision out of our hands: my mother told me that Uni took me in and i had to be back in Germany around mid of march if i wanted to attend the place. I completely forgot that i even applied for a place at uni and i had no clue which subject but after thinking about it, i realized that i wanted to go home soon, that i wanted see my friends and family so badly (i've been a bit homesick since christmas).
Plus I didn't want to desperately try and find a job again (and probably worst of all to finally WORK again) and also i didn't want to lose my mind with all those new plans. SO all the plans about going back to Bangkok or staying longer abroad changed one final time.
Now my flight back home is sorted (after i rescheduled it three times) and jess and me have another few weeks in Australia, where we can spend all the money we earned without worries and have a good time.
What i learned from all this coming-back hassle is NOT -contrary to expectations- stuff like: be more organised, stick to your plans or even to think properly before making them. Its more... How can I say: DONT EVER FUCKING BUY A RETURN TICKET in advance. You will suffer and cry. Better have some money left for a ticket and come back whenever you feel like it.

Aaaanyways. So then we decided to stay another month in OZ before going home, to travel up the eastcoast. There we checked out Byron Bay, met nice people and had a loose night out, but thunderstorms ruined our stay and we had to think about a plan B. (actually it would have been Plan Z by now, but never mind)
Having fun carrying this shit through the rain.

And coincidentally (or let it be faith) we heard about this peaceful hippie village called Nimbin, just an hour away from Byron Bay. We decided to realx and come down for a few days.

We caught a ride to nimbin and instantly fell in love with this cute little rainbow village so far away from real life. Its like Amsterdam but more of a secret and people trying to make you happy as soon as you get there with everything imaginable.
Nimbin has a high tolerance for cannabis, with the open buying, selling and consumption of locally grown cannabis on the streets and laneways. Everyone is relaxed, laid-back and happy. Some people were pretty fucked up though. Hardcore-hippies you could smell ten metres away.


Jess, the desperate housewive, preparing my dinner <3

After a few days we decided it's time to go back to reality and continue our way to Brisbane. But before we left, we went to a pub. (Because this is what you do in Australia, you know.)
Entering the pub, we stood out with our huge backpacks and people started staring at us. This is when we met Greg, an elderly ozzy guy who asked us where we're planning on traveling next. I said we dont really know, because it always depends on where random people can take us with their cars. Then he offered to give us a lift to the Goldcoast (2 hours away from Nimbin). And once again Jess and me got into the car of a complete stranger, all happy and looking forward to the next destination. (It wasn't where we actually intended to go, but Hey Surfers Paradise sounds good, why not check it out?)
Greg turned out to be such a nice guy, who vistis Nimbin frequently and has seen every part of this country and lived in Tahiti for the last ten years. There he met his wife, who, unfortunately just recently left him.
When he offered us to stay at his appartment in Surfers Paradise, we have long decided that he is very unlikely to kill us. Hoping for our insight into human nature to be right once again, we moved into his house directly next to the river.
We enjoyed our stay there, looking at Tahitian photo albums, talking about god, the world and Nimbin. And when we decided to leave a few days later, he was really sad... :-(
But we had to move on, time is running and the weather at the Goldcoast was terrifying, rain and storms 24/7... What's WRONG with this country? Either on fire, flooded or blowing away! High five 21st century.
Now we're on our way to Brisbane to visit some friends and then the journey continues further north! I wont explain any detailed plans, since they've already been changing since i started writing this text.
But one thing is certain: i'm coming home in three weeks! I'm SO looking forward to it. I didn't realized how much I actually missed my old life until now. I miss you all. Lots of Love!

Posted by Louisa31 08:21 Archived in Australia Comments (0)

Lila and Lucky from Luxembourg are leaving Australia

The final day arrived!

all seasons in one day 45 °C


Lila and me are going home and I'm actually sitting alone at the airport, already missing my better half. How am I supposed to sleep alone after 6 months of sharing a bed (or something similar. However you want to call it) with her!? Our last weeks down under were filled with fun as usual. Some people might not find it funny but we do. Hihi.

We took a flight to Cairns to fulfill the mission (diving the Great Barrier Reef) and the reason I came to Australia. We left all our stuff in Brisbane at Gerry and Niklas' place (also called: the German asylum) and started the trip with only a few T-shirts, shorts, bikini and a towel. We realised that it IS actually possible to travel that light (even though it's not guaranteed to always smell like roses) and now we know that our next trip together will reach a higher level: only one small rucksack will have to be enough. We used to tell people we met along our short trip to cairsn that we have been traveling 8 months with only that little luggage. We were treated like a goddess and felt so superior. Haha...

Anyways when we landed in Cairns we decided to walk the way from the Airport to the Hostel, because we thought that Cairns was only a small province. It was. On the map. Compared to the rest 8.600.000 km² Australia has to offer. In fact, it was a veeery long way from the airport to the Hoster. There we walked in the middle of the night along a rural street, telling each other stories about backpacker murderers... Suddenly the police approached and stopped next to us, asking if we went completely nuts. At the same time, I turned around and saw a big sign saying: Achtung Krokodile, dont walk, swim or camp here (yes it was written in GERMAN! WTF...) The police told us that we were actually taking a walk on crocodile territory and should get in the car immediately. They gave us a lift to the highway and we continued walking and laughing about what just happened, until another police car stopped and said we should get in the car immediately. They explained us that someone was following us all the way and they assumed it to be a group of drunk indigenous people. They gave us a lift to the next hostel and Jess' and my laughter got quiet. But still we were content and happy to get a private VIP lift from the airport to our destination. Entering the Hostel, the guy at the reception was confused about the police presence at our arrival and after telling him what has happened he gave us the night for free, because... I don't know. He maybe kind of liked us...Or maybe, he did not expect us to live much longer and felt sorry.
The next days, we did what backpackers do in Cairns, we went to the rainforest, the waterfalls and of course to the Great Barrier Reef. Talking about the letter, it was exceptional and simply the best diving experience I ever had. All the underwater pictures and movies you might have seen are nothing compared to the beauty of the reef in real life. I could continue declaring my love for hours, but I better hurry up. So it's been simply unexplainable and you better find out yourself (sorry that's very short now but I mean it). You should take some seasick pills with you if your going on board (or maybe morphine, because these pills didn't work for the two of us and we ended up throwing up all day.)
We spend all our money on outdoor activities in beautiful Cairns and then realised that we have to get back to Brisbane somehow so i can attend my flight back home. Unfortunately, Brisbane is roughly 2000km away from Cairns. No money. No return ticket. We didn't even hesitate and decided to hitchhike all the way down. Adventure, adventure...
The first person picking us up dropped us off 20ks outside Cairns at a petrol station from where we actually planned to make some new trucker friends, our favorite travel companions. But when we arrived, the police (we slowly got to know every police men in Cairns. :-) was standing there and we decided to talk to them, maybe they could give us a lift again. The police wasn't convinced and actually worried about our plans. Traitors.
They checked our identity, took our details and some pictures as well. So in case anything happens, they at least knew where to search for our bodies. Or its leftovers. And to have pictures for the News around the world. Great motivation, thanks.
But it turned out they were wrong (what else) and we soon met these two long-haired Australian bushmen, who traveled down to Brisbane and took us all the way. Their houses burned down in Cairns and now they had to find a new place to live, why not move to Brisbane?
We had to stop every hour though, so they could drink a beer or smoke a joint for better concentration...
We spent the next two days with them, sleeping under the car and talking about everything and nothing, driving all together for 15 hours. With that we managed to hitchhike almost all the way along the east coast of Australia without being raped or killed, which is good.
In the aftermath, we found out that hitchhiking is illegal in Queensland and charged up to 400$ by offence. Our guardian angels did a brilliant job again!

I've had enough of all of this now. I'm so looking forward to be going home, to be picked up from the airport and have a beautiful bed all for myself. No more being lost in a foreign city again, broke and hungry...
-for now.
And to see all my beaufitul friends and my family and everything that is there to see again.

There is no place like home, i learned, no place at all.

45degrees C difference in temperature, here i come!

Posted by Louisa31 07:56 Archived in Australia Comments (0)

Southeast Asia Klappe die Zweite

Bangkok and Cambodia

All I need for 7 weeks in Asia. (Hopefully...)
Rough beginning:
So i'm sitting on a bench in a rotten back alley hostel in Siem Reap, unable to sleep. It is six AM, good morning insomnia. I can hear Jessica throwing up inside the room, over and over again. It's our fourth night in Siem Reap, Cambodia and we've had a rough time so far. First, there was me being knocked out and sick. And now it's Jess' turn. After Cockroaches in Koh Chang and Ants in Bangkok, I've now been sharing my bed with bedbugs for the last four nights and only found out about it an hour ago, as they were kindly crawling all over my face. This is why i chose the bank over my bed.
(Garden Village Hostel Siem Reap: Full of bedbugs!)
But these are the challenges you have to overcome when backpacking and having the time of your life, I guess...
Also, Our lives are not as miserable as they might appear now.
We've had some amazing days so far. Starting in Bangkok, I was so happy to be back again. I've missed the buzzing streets of Bangkok, the food, cheap drinks and the amazing, distinctive culture surrounding me. We spent the days getting ridiciously cheap Thai massages, pedicure or shopping, drinking, exploring, eating or just hanging around as the locals do.

Then we heard about a beautiful and unspoilt island just 5 hours away from Bangkok and we packed our stuff and off we went, taking a night bus to Koh Chang. This island is unspoilt indeed, very authentic and beautiful. We stayed at Lonely Beach (Sunflower Resort: Euro 2,50 each a night, with a beautiful sea view. Cockroaches included!) and made new friends with pretty much each and every local living on the island. Some Thai girls we met showed us around on their scooters and took us to places "normal" tourist wouldn't be able to see. We spent so much time with them and even had dinner with their families with loadfs of stuff we have never seen before. These people were so nice and gave so much, even though they own so little.

But After a few days it was time to move on to Cambodia. After a 13hour nail-biting bus journey, we finally arrived in Siem Reap. As soon as we crossed the border, we realised that this is a completely different world. In comparison to Cambodia, Thailand is well organized, highly developped and sparkling clean. Cambodia instantly reminded me of India, but less rotten and overcrowded. Nontheless, i soon fell in love with the country. I love watching the street kids running around bare foot, dancing and smiling, turning absolutely numb and shy the moment they noticed they are being watched. And I love how everyone is smiling at you. The people are pretty much laughing and smiling all day long, as if there was nothing they got to worry about. Yes, we fell in love with the country, even though it's been treating us so badly.

Cambodia in a nutshell (Part1)


After pulling ourselves together (and stocking up with plastic bags weh had to through-up in puclib) we took a TukTuk to a village close to Siem Reap, where we were supposed to meet Song, a buddhist monk who set up an English school for orphanaged and underpriviliged children. We wanted to stay a few days and teach English. All this was organized via people we met along our travels and without a foreign "aid" development organization. We spent a couple of days in the middle of absolutely nothing and taught English to beautiful and hardworking kids. We absolutely loved it! The kids were so happy, even though they ate plain rice and water for breakfast, lunch, dinner and had nothing but rocks and sand to play with. Western iPhone/iPad-spoilt kids should definitely take a leaf out of this book.
our bathroom and morning shower.

The killing Fields in Pnomh Penh

I am really trying to rush through this, but there was so much happening that it is impossible to even come close to all of it now. So after Siem Reap finally let us go, we took (another) 8hour Bus to Pnomh Penh, Cambodias Capital. Stumbling out of the bus, exhausted and sick, we didn't rest (no rest for the wicked!) and took a TukTuk to the killing fields. We didn't have too much time, because we wanted to leave the buzzing city of PnomPenh as soon as possible and head down south to Sihanoukville (BEACH!) . Yep, another 8 hours bus journey, just a couple of hours later. Are we crazy? Maybe!
Anyways, the Killig Fields was one of the most terrible place i have seen so far. We wandered around the place, listening to our Audio guide, crying and almost throwing up again. It was horrible. I wont give any further explanation now, as my blog entry written in passing wont do any justice to Cambodias interesting but heartbreaking history. It would take me several days to write about it properly and I dont have the time to do so and neither the strength to recall my feelings.

Posted by Louisa31 23:07 Archived in Cambodia Comments (0)

Australia Perth-Exmouth

Some road trip fairy tales. And nightmares.

sunny 40 °C

DSC_1235.jpgSo Jess and me bought this 26 years old turquoise Toyota van called Clive as the cheapest option to travel around Australia. With that we finally fulfilled EVERY backpacker cliché you could ever think of (just happenend) and despites everyone's doubts, we were so happy and content that Clive was our mate for the big tour. Were. Was.
A lot happened:

It started harmless with me being sick of work and staying in the same place for months and so Jess (who still wanted to work another week) and me split up for the first time in 4 months(!). My plan was to drive 1500km up north to Exmouth to dive the world famous Ningaloo Reef. I put an ad on Gumtree.com for a rideshare and found two other nice girls that came along with me. It was a long ride along the western Australian coast through remote and lonely areas but with heaps of nice things to discover on the way. So i started the trip with this two girls i never met and without Jess(which was very hard, i missed her so much!!!). Our first stop was Cervantes, then Geraldton. We camped "illegally" on public parking spots and used the public toilets and showers provided on the beach. Sometimes there were even BBQ areas that we could use. Actually it is forbidden to camp in public places, because the government wants you to go to an official camping site and spend your money on the tourism sector. But we were too penny-pinching to pay 10$ a night each. Especially when we got the same facilities everywhere for free. And good old Clive. When we got busted by a ranger one day who told us that we were not supposed to camp here and it would cost us a 500$ fee normally, we just pretended to be dumb and explained in broken English that we cant understand why we were not supposed to camp at this old airport. After a while, he let us go and suggested to hide behind a bush. We did so. This I-dont-speak-English-please-dont-hit-me-expression just always works! :)
Then we arrived in Monkey Mia (800km away from perth) which was an exceptional experience. There were bottlenose dolphins everywhere and they came so close to the beach we could touch them. And we didn't even have to pay anything for that experience, because it was the dolphin's natural habitat (and they wanted to get some breakfast from the rangers).


Franzi standing...somewhere
We continued our way up north, because we still had a long way to cover (another 800km to Exmouth). Western Australia is the complete opposite of how i picture the Eastcoast. Cities dont really exist (except of Perth and Geraldton) and sometimes it took us hours of driving to find some signs of civilization (even petrol stations). There was ABSOLUTELY nothing for hundreds of ks except bush and outback and some dead kangaroohs along the road. It was exhausting to drive the Van, because Clive of course doesnt have any airconditioning. It got SOO hot! (Felt air temperature at least 50 °C) We drove with all the windows open, which wasn't much of a help apparently, because the wind was dry and hot and it just felt like a hairdryer on highest level, pointed at your face. Not to mention all the flies and the bad smell that streamed into the car whenever we passed a dead animal (roughly every 500m). We persuaded ourselves that THIS actually was the "real" Australian experience. That we at least experience the outback with our own senses. (Haha)

I mean, whats the sense of driving your super luxurious campervan with airconditioning across the outback?
...Avoiding nervous breakdowns and heat exhaustion, maybe. At the end of the day we couldnt convince ourselves and had to admit that we envied all those "comfort backpackers" who overtook us on the road. They relaxed and smiled and we were drenched in sweat and exhausted, busy with getting those flies out of our ears...An experience indeed.
Clive was doing well and i took good care of him. I felt so professional, checking the tire pressure everyday, always filling up the oil level when it got low and filling up the radiator with water in the morning to prevent overheating. I gave him so much love. Also we met heaps of mechanics on our way who all checked on him, surprised of his good condition hence his age.
Speaking about nice people we met: it was incredible how nice and friendly and helpful some people are. For example these mine workers we met in Kalbarri who felt sorry for our poor breakfast (instant milk, oats and disgusting salt water coffee) and who then went shopping with us and paid for everything! Cheese, salami, espresso, fresh baked bread...it felt like heaven! And they didn't even...wanted anything in return.
Or this fishermen in Exmouth who felt sorry for our dinner (spaghetti in not-really-boiling water) and who then invited us to eat his fish and chips and sleep in his spare room (Air Condition! Shower! Power!). We must have looked so pitiable to all of them.
Okay reading through these lines it all sounds creepy and weird, like the beginning of a horror movie but it was alright. We're not naive after all. Just hungry.

In Exmouth we spent literally all the time in the water. It was beautiful, the beaches, wild camping and wild animals everywhere. We went snorkeling for hours and i went diving twice at the Navy Peer in Ningaloo reef and i have to say it's been the best dives i ever had (and the most expensive ones as well.) We saw sharks, sea turtles, sting rays and an amazingly intact reef. I'm excited to dive the Great Barrier Reef but all the instructors there told me that they reckon ill be disappointed, because its been so commercialized over there and too many people on one boat and just not the same atmosphere at Ningaloo Reef. Well. I'll see.

After a short stopover in coral bay and another few hours spent in the water snorkeling, we started our long way back.
As i mentioned before, clive was so patient and brave all the way. But between Geraldton and Perth (just 400ks left!!) the nightmare started. We couldn't exhilarate anymore and therefore couldn't go faster than 40 on the highway. We all didnt know what was wrong so we decided to pull over and then nothing worked and the car simply broke down. In the middle of nowhere. In the afternoon heat and no people in sight! It was terrible. The car stank and since it happened so abruptly we were a bit overwhelmed with the whole situation and didnt know what to do next except of laughing ( a bit hysterically, admittedly.) I was just about to damn our Karma when two cars pulled over, one was a mechanic and the other two rangers. They towed us away from the highway 50km to the next service station. The mechanic explained us that the clutch was fucked and the breaks and just everything since it was such an old car and we were very lucky that this happened here were there are still people passing daily and not up north between Exmouth and Carnavon, where we probably would have waited for days...He explained politely that to get all that stuff fixed would roughly cost us around 1500$.
Well and then this other bushman who pulled over earlier felt so sorry for us, because we were stuck in the middle of nothing without wheels and not enough money to get that car fixed and he gave us his car for free. He said he bought a new one anyways and wouldnt need his car called Bobby. We got the paperwork done and now we own a new old car called Bobby. Its old and shit as well but least we have something. Clive is dead. For ever. That's so sad but on the other hand: it could have turned out differently. I mean, it's not normal to get a new car for free straight away when yours is breaking down in the outback. I apologized to Karma for my nasty insults earlier. It all went out well, I'm back in Perth now, back with Jess finally and on sunday we are going to leave for Melbourne. We're not sure yet if we're going to take the car across Australia now, because i definitely don't want to be stuck in the middle of the nullarbor plain, with no friendly bushman offering us another car. We stopped making plans, because it always turns out to be different anyway. We want to end up at the Eastcoast, somehow, at some stage. But after watching Wolf Creek yesterday, we may rethink the option of hitchhiking (for you mum).
We're going to keep you updated! At least we're experiencing some new adventures again, we missed that so much. Although it didnt have to come down at us all at once. But you cant choose, can you;)

R.I.P Clive old mate.

Posted by Louisa31 04:42 Archived in Australia Comments (0)


sunny 40 °C

Okay so before it gets too dusty here, I better update this place a bit :)
Plus I 'm too lazy to tell the same stories of what we do and where we
are over and over again...Here we go:
When we arrived in Perth from Indonesia, we were a bit disappointed,
because our expectations difffered so much from reality. We literally
expected to bump into kangaroohs at the airport and having trouble
walking down the street because our chucks might be melting. We also
expected interesting venomous animals everywhere or at least outside
the airport building. But we soon realised that the only Kangaroohs
you can spot here in Perth are either made for BBQ or made of steel
and also we learned that not all the insects are poisonous in here and
not everything WANTS to kill you, especially not in Perth city (well
at least we were well prepared for everything). Okay so after
accepting reality, we had something else to complain about: the
weather. It was SO SO cold (less than 20 °C and at night times around
15 °C) and we, coming from Asia, didn 't have anything with us, no
jumper, no jeans and it was FREEZING! (looking back its actually
funny, I'm writing this now and it feels like a completely different
country im talking about, now the temperature hits around 40 °C
everyday and i wish it cooled down again, as in early november...you
see i 'm still truly German, always complaining;)
The first three weeks we stayed at magic mike, magic ollie and magic
patty in their beautiful appartment, which was actually too beautiful
and elegant for a (straight) men's shared house. We had an awesome time
and they helped us out with everything (thanks for the jumpers) and
yeah we had some funny conversations...Thanks for everything:)

After we acclimatized ourselves with the western standards again
(having a washing mashine, a toilet flush, hot and most of all clean
water...) we moved into a shared house with some friends of Magic
Ollie. We've been very succesful avoiding to stay at backpackers, just
because it's so expensive it's almost ridiculous(30$ a night). But when
jess and me moved in here, it turned out to be not as easy as it might
sound. Of course the previous tenant took all her stuff when moving
out and we found ourselves standing in a completely empty room. As
backpackers, we dont own much, especially no furniture. So there we
were, no furniture and no matress to sleep on but very happy to have a
washing mashine and that was everything that counted at that
time. Our roommates helped us out with some blankets and soon after
that we pimped our room with bulk rubbish and Lametta. We found a
matress on the street and bought pink tinsel and now its the most
beautiful place on earth. Sometimes its a bit messi but still
beautiful. At that point, we want to say sorry to our housemates Mich
and Pete for our messi tendency and that we are very grateful for your
patience. We're sorry from the bottom of our hearts. Each day anew.
Our roommates are awesome, even though they drink and smoke too much
but thinking about it, thats maybe why they are awesome. We're very
happy to have met them thaaaank you guys!! :)

When we have some free time we enjoy jumping off bridges or cliffs,
cause this is what you do in Australia if you get bored, haha.
But we dont have much freetime at the moment, cause we found a job in
the cottesloe beach club which is a nice
bar/restaurant/hotel/beergarden, whatever you want to call it. The
area is quite posh and so are the customers and i am actually sick of
dealing with them. Some people are so stuck-up and sniffy its funny

For example these +40years old women with fake tits ordering
haloumi pizza without haloumi and bechamel sauce and then complain
about getting a plain margarita pizza and the missing cheese. But we
get our money and that's most important and as long as we dont have to
deal with all these customers every day, its fun to work there as most
of the staff are backpackers and fun to hang out with. The Bar is
directly at the beach and we can go for a swim at midnight after work
or when we are on break.

What is annoying is when on sundays at the popular sunday session,
everyone gets so drunk and we still have to be friendly to them even
when they are just waisting our time. all the customer always want to
know where we are from, what we are doing, how we like Australia and
so on and so on and so on. When they hear we're from Germany, its
always the same end of the story ''AHHH duitschland!!! ains, zwai,
trei, Wunderbar! are you from the East or from the West?" As soon as
we clarify the fact that the wall came down twentytwo years ago and
there is noe EAST and WEST anymore, they always want to know more.
Where our parents came from and if we like Angela Morkl ore the bloody greeks. It
sucks to always tell everyone the same story, so jess and me invented
that game of making up new identities and the more people believe that
shit you are talking about, the better you are: I am recenetly
Pippilotta from Upsala who is saving up money to be an astronaut. Its
so much fun, because Aussis bevlieve you everything, only because they
can hear you are from Europe. I dont know what exactly they think is
going on in Europe but it most be a very interesting prejudice.

Jess and me are working a lot now but soon we are going to start the
traveling part of our work and travel holiday. Ive spent too much time
at the same place now and i really miss the nomad life. We bought a
van called clyfe who will be our friend, companion, car and home for
that time. We love him and hope he will love us back. He is turquiose
and matches our pink scooter perfectly. I think some people in our
neighbourhood think these german girls are a bit twisted in their
heads but who cares, we are in AUSTRALIA :-)

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