Last week Down Under
I HATE to even think about it, this is my last Friday in Australia.
Returned to Sydney yesterday. After a dreadful 13,5hrs bus tour.
I could literally feel how the air condition was blowing germs deep into my chest.
Today I have the flu. Exactly what I need for the World Congress.
Also I didn't get much sleep because the bus was packed and I squeezed into my little seat, no chance to find any agreeable position to close my eyes for longer than an hour.
Anyway, when the bus crossed Harbour Brigde I knew I was back in the best city on earth.
The sun was shining and the best boss in the world offered me to drop my big suitcase at my apartment later on, so I didn't have to pick up that thirty-something kg thing from the office.
On my way to the apartment I stopped at a hair dresser's - the 13$ per cut offer had caught my attention. I wanted an appointment cause I had all my luggage with me and I felt like looking
rather disastrous, desperate for a shower. But they pulled me in, which was their own fault.
The guy had a pretty hard time with my naugthy hair (salt water and no brush for 24hrs) but it all went right.
Didn't look like Tarzan's Jane anymore for a start. Only like a bloody backpacker.
After an additional 30min deep cleansing shower the metamorphosis job was complete and I was a city girl again.
At nights I went to the movies, they show "Pride and Prejudice".
I remembered how I enjoyed it when I read it (Jane Austen).
It was lovely. Not the movie, it was shallow, really, but again, I loved that fairytale.
Sometimes I need such cheesy stuff to remind me that I am a girl.
Talking about good books, the news of the day is: I went into that book store to get a little something for my boss. I was flipping through travellers' literature to find something funny about Germany.
As my eyes were screening the titles and authors they suddenly stumbled over the most unexpected name. I admire that person so much, for may reasons. (Except her recently proven bad taste when it comes to men.) But her being a writer, that's the cream tip on the strawberries.
MyGodness Goddess!
(click on it)
Needless to say that I got that book without a second thought.
I want to enlighten my flight back to Berlin. If anything can, it is THIS book.
Returned to Sydney yesterday. After a dreadful 13,5hrs bus tour.
I could literally feel how the air condition was blowing germs deep into my chest.
Today I have the flu. Exactly what I need for the World Congress.
Also I didn't get much sleep because the bus was packed and I squeezed into my little seat, no chance to find any agreeable position to close my eyes for longer than an hour.
Anyway, when the bus crossed Harbour Brigde I knew I was back in the best city on earth.
The sun was shining and the best boss in the world offered me to drop my big suitcase at my apartment later on, so I didn't have to pick up that thirty-something kg thing from the office.
On my way to the apartment I stopped at a hair dresser's - the 13$ per cut offer had caught my attention. I wanted an appointment cause I had all my luggage with me and I felt like looking
rather disastrous, desperate for a shower. But they pulled me in, which was their own fault.
The guy had a pretty hard time with my naugthy hair (salt water and no brush for 24hrs) but it all went right.
Didn't look like Tarzan's Jane anymore for a start. Only like a bloody backpacker.
After an additional 30min deep cleansing shower the metamorphosis job was complete and I was a city girl again.
At nights I went to the movies, they show "Pride and Prejudice".
I remembered how I enjoyed it when I read it (Jane Austen).
It was lovely. Not the movie, it was shallow, really, but again, I loved that fairytale.
Sometimes I need such cheesy stuff to remind me that I am a girl.
Talking about good books, the news of the day is: I went into that book store to get a little something for my boss. I was flipping through travellers' literature to find something funny about Germany.
As my eyes were screening the titles and authors they suddenly stumbled over the most unexpected name. I admire that person so much, for may reasons. (Except her recently proven bad taste when it comes to men.) But her being a writer, that's the cream tip on the strawberries.
My
(click on it)Needless to say that I got that book without a second thought.
I want to enlighten my flight back to Berlin. If anything can, it is THIS book.
LaMonique - 4. Nov, 01:54
berlin
gruess meine lieblingsstadt von mir, wenn du zurueck bist.
du wirst sehn, dein leben hat dich ganz schnell wieder zurueckerobert. aber die erinnerung bleibt fuer immer.
have a safe journey!
bine