I'm sitting on the green leather couch like Yoda. For hours. Nothing moves. The cat cuddles against my thigh and purrs. He has grown on me. I'm okay at zero action.
Australia is not my cup of tea. My reluctance feels absolute. Unchangeable. It's subjective, coloured by values that I don't recognize, and my aversion to Australian humour.
I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place.
Life in Australia is hard and ruthless. No matter how rich people are, most live on the edge of their financial capabilities. Here, you always pay too much.
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.