My Australian family life is similar to that at home. The family I live with values good food and proper manners, just like my own. But there are some crucial differences.
I'm sitting on the cliff, my head in the wind and once more I feel at peace. Unencumbered by the people surrounding me, I can finally look around in wonder.
"I would be interested to know why you chose Iran as the most dangerous country and not Russia, India, Nepal or China?" Because its a long and winding answer, I start at the beginning...
Leo asked me a good question: "What was an encounter that you still like to think back to?" The answer is very long. Here we go...
A summary of sorts, trying to put down what I've learned travelling from Germany to Australia, mostly over land in 2 years.
Before I can immerse myself in my here and now and tell you guys about Sydney, I need time. Good things take a while. There is a litany of things I want to reiterate. So here it goes...
I take my big break in small steps. Change takes time, and I have learned that if I don't give myself enough of it, things go wrong. I change pace and take the pressure out.
I sit on Manly Beach and watch three cocky young men play in the shark-infested water. It's cold in Sydney. Winter.
Kuala Lumpur is big and crowded. From the bus stop to my hostel I take a taxi, which I share with a New Zealander and two Britons who rode in on the same bus.