If you can call our Christmas this year at all as this, it was the un-Christmassy hopefully I will ever experience. On the other hand, however, another very funny and novel. The small poplig Christmas trees that you are a backpacker hostel in this and that gets to face with maximum 2 broken Christmas balls decorated and below are two empty beer bottles and a Goonbox. A few wags have name hung on the tree.
Christmas Eve loved Maria and I spent our just arrived Canadians in the warm and quiet hostel. Relatively unspectacular. The next morning, a few cheerful backpackers ran through the hallways and wish everyone "Merry Christmas". On the way back to your home along the beach through the drizzling rain we discover above all lots of red hats. In between, sometimes a Santa Claus dressed in red with a beard.
addition to financial support from home (many thanks) was my only substantive Christmas gift this year a new cup of Mary, because I had unfortunately passed at night and never again appeared. Maria got me a painted XS men vest ...
our trip to Brisbane was not too spectacular, but all the more fun. After we have decided after a half hour stay in Surfers Paradise are committed to rapidly for the next bus and drive to Byron are 11 days have passed and 8 of them were accompanied by continuous rain. Worse, we have to camp, of course, must in time, because everything is sold out or overpriced totaaaal. The first night we were almost even landed on the road, if we had not been cunningly smiled at the driver of a hostel us then with 10 dollar discount is a nice four-room has made clear. This acquaintance we should also bring good benefits later, as I am now in his room at the hostel, lying on a super comfortable bed, and can write to you.
As is heraustellte was not I who laughed last, but the Greyhound, which has counted pretty busy my km's and I can now back in Byron, while Mary has taken the last direct bus to Sydney. Fortunately, I could change my surf trip from Sydney to Byron to Sydney and got to even a free transfer to Sydney, which would have taken me 150th However, there is something for I will start this year, no New Year's Eve in Sydney, for the trip until 3
before yesterday I got the first time the Heiwmeh such a right, and yesterday the first tears flowed. Not just say goodbye to the Canadians have to, but an hour later, Mary still bring me to the bus and say goodbye to my little family on uncertain time was very hard. Clear as backpacker is often said goodbye, but sometimes it's just harder than hoped. If you love a thing has won, it will not let you go again.
Especially since my 2 weeks with Maria, despite or perhaps the bad conditions because of the time were best yet. We could deter anything from the smile and good mood and we were soon called "Happy Germans" (or "Mossies" because of our 1000 mosquito bites) on the crowded campsite known that more resembled a refugee camp, because there all squeezed and cuddled so everyone is still somewhere. Disadvantages, however, were the food we eat, if we ever in the kitchen again and again were mostly crushed burst was because the 3 refrigerators not enough space provided for so much Weihanchtsessen. We soon found out that that is the trick Rain was not as warm as possible to pack up, but just as anything, that is only bikini to wear. Because everything was wet once again was never dry, and also made everything in the wet environment and especially unbearable stench. So we celebrated so much as Pat, the bus driver took us after 10 days in refugee camps are overcrowded hostel, where we then were finally able to wash everything once and then defeated seven dryer transitions needed until everything was dry.
Sooo exactly 4 days after I've written a lot has happened here, but nothing good! First of all, my internet is down, that is, then upload blog was the first time impossible.
I briefly summarize Byron Bay.
Byron Bay I took:
· my cup
· my my knife
· bowl
· my towel
· $ 50
· my black sweatshirt Burton
· my ID card
· my iPod Charger
· a button
· ; a lot of expenditure
· Christmas on the beach
· ; Silvester completely
· All my nerves
(short note for papers: These losses are not due to my training bliss, but rather to the malevolence of others and my pure bad luck)
Byron Bay gave me:
· 10 of 14 days of continuous rain
· a bad cold
So I spent the last days and nights in my wet tent and tried to sleep as much as possible in order to be fit again soon. Double bad luck because I had just that all my people had already left, it was New Year's Eve and I was in the tent with fever alone, and that I ever was in the tent, especially as it started to rain then too.
Tomorrow we will finally Mojo down to Sydney and I can not wait. My tent is here that I've had enough, I long deeply for my own first real bed since two and a half weeks.
I hope you had enjoyable holidays at home than I do, but do not worry I'm fine, Mom and Dad have done a permanent telephone assistance and disease-wise, I'm already over the hill. It can only get better. And you will not believe how incredibly luxuriously I find a rickety loft bed now ... will
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