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each his own paradise





I'm in paradise. The dream of most honest workers. Sea, waves, sun, cheap beer and I do not have to work. But it reminds me so hard, I tune in to this life. Somehow I'm not Touristenorturlauber. Beach chairs and did not offer the goods involved are not so enticing. What do I want to advertise T-shirts and stickers that beautiful things like "Getya cunt out" or "Harden up and fuck" or followed by any English names ... "Is gay". Yes, who cares about something? Although my field research has not progressed very far, but I do believe that the common Westerner not with such a sticker can flay much impression, and therefore the rupiah would rather be sweaty stink more in your pocket.

Wwoof Even when I had my daily duties and as Kuechenhilfe anyway, hanging out alone do not mean that, but to make much more sense I have gathered up until now not yet. Since I'm still very brooding, what about my self-discipline. I have to be what it takes to be my own boss? Of course, the conditions here are difficult. I have inserted myself into the pattern of daily afternoon nap. Even the seats namely me the sweat in the eyes and I run, the Immergefraessige must motivate me to run into the restaurant around the corner for lunch. And there are real highlights when I bathe my laundry in the slightly musty-smelling water for desired cleaning or separating me from another book - but the heat is clearly against preponderance in the backpack. It is so hot that I do not even want to wear the backpack, but have bought a cheap shoulder bag and only wear the T-shirts are also sufficient air to pass through.

I lie down for a steep learning curve trade and am happy with my third hotel, which required four dollars a night with breakfast. The breakfast is actually quite tasty with Banananenpfannkuchen and fruit salad. I linger Now in my third hotel room. Unfortunately all singles and no dormitories. So I get to know but far fewer people. The first night in LA was kind of funny though, with 8 € but hopelessly overpriced, especially since the room really was not very good. The Puri Agung Homestay with 6.60 in the night I was better off, dark, yet somehow quite cozy. In my new hotel, the Arawathan, I pay 4 euros, and the breakfast is included and the room better than in LA

The surfboard yesterday cost me $ 5, today I did it for three bargained for. At first I did not want to go surfing. I thought I'm a right wimp. For the average surfer is in fact experienced here. The better the surfer, the smaller the board and so rushed the Japanese and Indonesians around nimbly in front of me and crashed me into even left behind, with a section of a dorsal fin on the outer side of my knee and a bruise, but no apology. And the so-called Anfaengerwellen are pretty powerful. First, it is difficult at all with my long board far enough to get into the water, the waves rush in but considerable height to the beach. This goes so far that I like with my board was of a particularly malicious wave washed over the pile in the sand before I ever really was in the water. Now I have anyway in bold letters the word "full amateur" written on my forehead and then makes the fight with the waves into the water, the situation now is not real. Apart from me, are there just yet and I can tinker with my athletic self-esteem. Some are older and schwabblig, although very rare. But are at their best on the board. It's all about pleasure, I know. And today when I confessed my steeled neighbor from New Zealand, that it the waves are too wild, he is swept overboard and be really hard for beginners would have to, I was very reassured. My ambition was further allayed when the Board commended lender, I would have since quite a few waves caught. Without my audio book "Self motivator," where I have reached the chapter "Do not give up", I would be today probably not even jumped into the waves. Painful knee, a spoiled by the waves and hardly any neck standing up and only now and then a wave but much too powerful, has the brakes myself. Thank goodness not enough, today I had the feeling of having really achieved something and to not only fight, but also much to have fun. Surfing is not easy and I know why I estimate that the Cosurfer! These are the legendary Bali waves. The friendship begins hesitantly and I think back with a little sadness to Portugal and Raglan.

"Massasch, massasch, transportation and look at my shop is advertised everywhere in Kuta. The only thing that attracts me to buy really are the many pirated movies that are here for a dollar per movie. But with my netbook without a DVD drive I can not watch it. We will see. Maybe in Sulawesi in my project to have someone a player. Even though I'm not in great shopping mood (yes you have to carry everything and my travel budget is not so fat now again), I give it out a bit more than expected. Yesterday had a haircut for about 3 € her - desperately needed after all these months without and the food tastes but also quite good. Unlike in India, here the health problems seem marginal and can be purchased well the street food that you can buy for 50 cents, or in a restaurant to feast on the euro. There's also Wonderful juices and I enjoy it plenty. What one does not do everything for your health! A winner is the avocado chocolate milk shake.

Eloy here I've learned from Brazil and his girlfriend, Dori from France. He is an avid surfer and good, she has traveled extensively. A nice couple and I'm happy to go eat with them. Yesterday, Dori and I for the cooking class with Maria. For ten dollars, we helped to cook four dishes. Spring rolls, curry, Nasi Goreng, Beef Stew with Tofu. It took almost five hours, was very tasty and came with all sorts of stories from Maria's life. She lives in a room that is half the size of my hotel room, I guess is ten square meters. There, their cooking utensils, a gas stove, a rolled-up Foam mat and a small table. Mostly we sat on the floor and grind onions, garlic and turmeric to a paste. Maria wants to work with tourists and the strong suspicion that it primarily about money. She is 55, has two sons in Java, a mother and a sister who somehow continue to buy. They all supported financially. Her father was kidnapped and presumably killed when she was eight, because he was the then government to insurgents. What actually happened not know Maria. And she says, since she had some mental problems, but has always worked. Her sons she has with an Indonesian man, what happened to him, I do not know. Today she did not want more Indonesians. A rich will get not a poor man she did not want. She is seeking a Westerner and was even invited to Switzerland, which she showed us pictures. The Swiss, however, was not particularly nice to her and does not care for a residence visa so they ended up back in Bali. Now she chats and more seeking to avoid the all too dubious offers. Mary is a no-nonsense person who showed me how hard she works here for a bit of money they can not bear much more. Even my NZ plane neighbor who lives in Bali because of the tax exemption with his Indonesian wife and two sechsjaehrigem son, said that they want to go to get away. for too much corruption and no future son. Here you can be anything, he said. But the Indonesians, in his view it is not much money. You want to live for the family, eat well and actually achieve much. Whether because he projected only by his housewife wife to others, I will find out quickly.

coral are everywhere on the beach, which one might take in Australia, absolutely not. Here they are treated more like waste. A propos: The recycling system is well meaning and is ignored completely, I think.

I think with a certain nostalgia in Australia, the wonderful fruits and the seeds that Leo and I have sown. It is fascinating how well things were growing in Bundaberg and I felt with my Australian family and Robyn Rolf pretty home. The legendary Aussie lifestyle that is very similar to the Kiwilifestyle has caught me completely. Only thing bothers me with the snow: no skiing, this is not good!

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Yes, I did it. Bin arrived in Bali, sweating in the middle of the night, fearing it could be similar as crazy India. If it is not. People seem very used to tourists yet, at least here in Kuta, the big tourist resort. Man I want to sell what ever lets me but overall comfortable at rest. And for the second hotel I was able to get a room for about 7.5 o € at night. The Fan blows on my Silkline, but I prefer the blue in my bed with the brown spots that I'd rather not examine more closely. Flush the toilet goes through, the water smells like fermented much - but it's all a rotary chic than in India! Poor India, yet so it's it an experience, now that's over ... I miss Leo, I miss Australia and I am feeling very guilty because I can afford no real enthusiasm for the other trips at the moment. And yet, this sounds pretty good ... even the taxi ride was easy and friendly. Maybe I've lost my travel bug somewhere? Concerns are spreading ...
I have here a new cell phone number +6281338322901 and give me a Liebesgruesse! So on
- pleasure. Videos buy for a dollar (and thus look?) Marvel T-shirts and surf, especially from the past and davonhuepfen roaring ubiquitous motorcycles! And of course, swamping the belly.
my flight to Sulawesi I've posted a few complications. Only wanted my credit card, they have yet reserved and I could not pay, but because I was not in Indonesia. But I was reserved. Now I "Adrea" as first name was entered and it worked. Hopefully continue. And at the airport in Brisbane but eventually I would have the very incompetent lady who asked me where because Germany is in your country list on the computer and how to enter numbers, not nearly fly . Let I would have no clear departure from Bali. Yes sob, as if I did not but was able to book. Provide the traveler who spends so much time with ultimately organizing as other people with full-time work. On May 6, is now in any event on the volunteer project with the orangutans near Manado. I have to pay only 450 dollars and not 770, we lied, a misunderstanding on the homepage. Action, bargain estimate. And they want a say, I would not get here permanently as stupid. Must it be all good!

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each farewell inherent in a start,




There's nothing more to say goodbye is very concrete and tangible. Tomorrow, on Sunday, drive I take the train to Brisbane and fly to Bali on Monday at noon. From there you on the 6th Mai to Manado in Sulawesi where I'm going to take care for orphaned orang utans and other wildlife for two weeks. Everything just does not quite there yet again to organize countless things: Flight to Sulawesi over a dubious Indonesian side, price negotiation of voluntary work is, but on the homepage about half the price that one has told me in the mail . I watch already well on my budget! On 26 June, I arrive in Germany. I was able to get a cheap flight from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

And then of course there's still the end in Bundaberg. It was still really nice here. The puppies are too cute, the food and unsurpassed Robyn said fighting back the tears but it was my Australian mum and anyway it was very grateful for my help here. Robyn is seen in the photograph, with the comment, "hang on a second, I just need to shoot this chickenhawk". It is quite dufte how earlier times said. With Leo I still go this day and tomorrow he drives me to the station. Time will tell what he makes of his opportunity here. Nice people, good food, the best intentions and a healthy lifestyle. In fact, ideal.

And then there was the tax return for New Zealand and Australia to make, to clear up the question of whether I collect my Visa Renew and transfer it as material. That was all some of organization and has kept me well busy. A good excuse to write not so much as planned. When I was in the group of writers and produced with the worst poems ever. Some compounds have succeeded only with the following: I am so sorry



I am so sorry I ate your chocolate
Just sitting, no, there staring
I tried to convince myself you left it for me did not
You. I know.
You wanted it. All.
I am so sorry you never found out I ate it

But well, I read an inexperienced clerk read his first draft, and laments that it was disastrous, that will never what he could nix. An experienced other hand, says: disastrous, this is wonderful, I'm on the right track! And generally never become something without a beginning. An end to his fear of God!

I could do most of the time nciht quite happy to Southeast Asia. Because I'm afraid to end up again in very different cultures, where my intuition may work so very nciht and I constantly feel a certain alarm zone. But also because I was not that bad travel curious and the feeling had trips, I can now quite well now on to something new, such as the large letter or a transposition of a crazy business idea. Rich is still a good goal. And of course I'm awfully curious about how I will feel in Germany. Will I feel at home? Or away again do? Soon, according to some new adventures I would know. And so slowly comes to a little anticipation. Would have laughed - I drive finally on vacation and does not want it!

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recovery sob after Schrubberei






Ohja, I geschlunzt powerful. No tail fly here and put in the blog. But for a little work on my old travel adventures. The Easter holidays were really tough. I've earned good, with a little under the hand of a lot of work and normal and not the public holiday rates. Get up early, room cleaning, rinsing Fruehstuecksgeschirr, two hours with Danielle, my lovely Roommate on the balcony chatting and finally back to Abendspuelschicht. With Herman has rumbled on the occasion again, because he thought it necessary for me to schupsen through the kitchen. Since then I've zurueckgefaucht him and to his "piss off", "do not fuck me around" the same returned. If it is not usual, he has acknowledged it, not to say goodbye from me. Daniel, the other cook, I was entertained, even if it sometimes made me bad tretzte has managed to leave a day Bungunyah before me. It came quickly and unexpectedly for the boss that he was indeed the conversant nauseous. I have it all survived. The chemicals, the rooms, the back-aching after all the Spuelerei leaning forward in too deep basin, the grumpy and cursing colleagues. Ultimately, it's really not a big difference in what area you work. Human touch it, it rattles, there are real human sizes and at the end you can only try up to go through all that to give our best and then move on. Since one can be maid or board. No one is better or worse. There are good and bad moments, the bad and shrink the length anyway, but some funny and cute moments remain. I have a great testimony to some extent for the crisis-proof jobs (waiters and Maid and Tellerwaescher you need but always somewhere), I have learned new roles and know how in the catering industry approaching and most of all I've saved up money and handle it better learned. Thus, this secular ...

My farewell party was surprisingly thin, somehow had no time or desire or what I know. In addition to the uninvited roommates was the daughter of Trini and her friends. Somehow they moved but as soon they do not feel welcome. It was a nice, quiet evening, we grilled, we chatted, I mistete out again, grabbed and already was well. Well, almost. When I went shopping with Danielle and we borrowed the truck from Austin, was the prompt displayed on the mountain. Ow, poor position. My old car anti passions came through. Behind us, however, was a RACQ man I had known, Then I stayed at other times are another truck (since I had blocked the doors of accidentally pressing a lock button on key). The Good said, our gasoline is empty and gave us from his cans, which we paid and rewarded with a tip. We were angry, but we really had enough money to take a day earlier filled in the tank, but our strong with "high five" and weak with responsibility and money roommate Austin had the tank run empty again. Wherever he is so no one knows. I have written a children's book for Leo and Danielle about it. She finds the story so well that she is thrilled to illustrate the little work. I hope there is something out of it! She wanted MCIH visit here and I hope it works!

I have enough money for Southeast Asia and am recovering now in Bundaberg. Ah, bush, good food, comfortable four hours of work in the morning. And yes, there's Leo. A changed Leo. He looks healthy and has a lot more energy. Eating vegetarian is motivated to work and think about after his future. His money he has lost his admiration of my chef's knife as well, he appeared ill at Rolf and Robyn. They have taken him in, cared for and vaccinated with a lot of Christian values. It's all very well and I just hope it stays that way. The future will tell.

On 26 April, I fly to Bali, there will surf a bit, visit a cooking class and enjoy the landscape sufficiently. I hope to find a good transportation to Sulawesi, so that I can help there two weeks the orang utans. A bit of scrambling on Mount Kinabalu in Borneo, a little rumschauen in Malaysia, dive, eat, do again what I think for travel. And then it'll really be honest and to Germany. I think even turn;).