Another history - personally survived - tells more of tales about the country southbound, and marvelous as inprint was. Seen in a row with the certain outcry on my bornblood country (which wouldn't exactly fit the use of term hatred although coming close), recently one of two holidays in Australia jumped back into mind, mentioned for pity here. It was the second one when i had chance to talk to people of different nations, island monkeys from the uk in particular. Nothing special indeed, it was much the same on my first trip down under, just was the second a couple of few years later, two weeks longer and thus even more exciting on all behalfs vacationary. Honestly i don't wanna keep talking on the holidays as such, too long ago to make a journey logfile out of, but the english line is worth a while for waiter supper brought. As far as i remember it was between the years 2001 and 02 when i travelled to Australia for the second time in my life, starting from Sydney like the first one. Big difference was that this time i took a hop on the OZ experience buses, much more beautiful than taking a greyhound, since more suited towards tourism, major business down under anyway. We had a couple of days together in a small group, overnight stops at sheep stations somewhere not too far away from Sydney, somewhere else in the mountains and all sort of fun for younger ones. There i met "John", think he called himself alike. Had passed the forty years of age already, or was close to it at least. Interesting person, besides the others who were no way less interesting to get known to, although i really can't remember all the persons and names anymore. Except Hans an austrian beergarden owner, but that's another single story worth; that guy was crazy; however! It was short after Byron Bay, final night place we joined, really such and before split up! Said to him double thing for remark mindknot: We love to hate our country. He said then: "i noticed that". Hopefully how'd he got a breeze of why. "No you are wonderful people" and so on he told still on trail, "just do you have no sense of humor" which was at least a good shot his bullet. On the other, stuff, were him doubts big back at the time he hadn't seen too much germans by then. Think i was not too succesful convincing him to better make a huge gap between simple any human and the craps. Since then i understood a mission from and do harder whenever there's opportunity to warn foreigners, or not exactly, like said: unspecies.

On the same trip it happened still in Cairns, when i had an incident of the nice kind, however outcome different, bad luck for two. Final evening, originally should i fly back to Sydney to get the regular plane over Tokyo. Different company anyway, a small low-budget flight corporation, can't remember it's name anymore for sure. Could be Virgin Air or something like. Bad luck went by the plane not starting the very night. The company had no flight allowance; as far as i understood! Was driven into some hotel, a resort or how it is was called. Pretty nice, expensive, bill the flight company, Qantas flight early next morning. Met a german women at the reception. We had not really time for a very short chat, where she told me what her cab driver had told her. The big players obviously wanted to destroy the cheaper opponent.

It was 2002. War was on. Had to leave the conversation as a boy came to get me into my room, in a hurry him. The talk became abrupted, which i regretted so much that it reminds me 'til our very days. Afterwards i didn't feel to good having had let her stay there at the entrance. She was kind of pretty, as far as i remember. So i regret it twice. And yes, it was war which started just. Idiots are everyhwere and the biggest maybe was nobody else than me. On the other the night was short anyway, not enough time to make it hot anymore.

Two days later i had to return 28, without having grown up still for promises made.

Came into german winter season.