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;).
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