And yet another special Hello to my congregation: Hello Emily, Josara, Julia, Cord, Daniel, Andrew, Scott, Bill (thanks for the CD!) and Jan. I'm now back since 9 days and I was too busy to blog. Well a lot of things happened, most of them good, some were not so good but expected and some stuff really pissed me off. One of the best things is that it's spring here...
That proves it...
The trees are blooming...
The flowers are blooming, too
More flowers...
More blooming trees...Having spring again got me thinking that in terms of summers I had in my life I'm much older than I actually am. I had three summers in a row when I was in Bolivia 99, another three summers in a row when I came to Australia first time in 2006 and then three summers this year. So I could honestly say I had three more summers than most of the people of my age.
But is the summer in the northern hemisphere first or the summer in the southern hemisphere? If you look at it from the meteorological dates the summer in the southern hemisphere would be the first in a year. Summer begins meteorologically speaking on 1st of December and continues until 1st of March, so at the beginning of a new year the southern hemisphere is first, summerwise. But with spring it's different, the northern hemisphere is in the lead there as they are the first to have spring in a year.
According to this logic I have travelled backwards in time but unfortunately only meteorologically so I can't see of any use knowing the winning numbers for the lottery in this year's summer...damn
Well, apart from time travel I have been to the gym and found this sign:
This got me puzzled, I know how to use my towel but it is still beyond me how I should "use" my towel. Do they want me to "use" it as an euphemistic way to express having non-consensual sexual relationships with it or should I just pretend to use it? The possibilities are endless...Friday Josara and me went out on Brunswick Street where we met Dorje
Well, we had a few...ah while I'm at it can I just recommend Dorje's blog http://dorjex.wordpress.com/ for those of you who like to read a very entertaining, funny and well-written blog...We had a great night and I am happy that both of our lives have turned out for the better after we made certain decisions in the women department...good on us!Yesterday I went and met up with Katie and Jimmy, those two guys were so kind to let me live with them last year around that time and it was quite fun to re-visit their house.
Well anyway it feels quite surreal to be back in Melbourne, it's as if I have never been away. Ok, some streets have changed a little, the occasional shop has vanished and new ones popped up but all in all it's a 24/7 deja vu...love it!Ok, that's all for today, have fun, take care and cya
This is the same tree I photographed on the morning of 20th of April when I left Melbourne. 166 days later it's still there...
Schipol offers several smoking boxes so the addict can indulge in his addiction. Apart from that I liked the fact that you could buy cold beers in the duty free shop for a reasonable price so I could kill the waiting time smoking and drinking...All in all Schipol is nothing special but a decent airport, no complaints what-so-ever...
London, Heathrow on the other hand is plain and pure shit. When I asked at the information desk where to find the designated smoking areas for transit passengers I was told that there aren't any. At first I thought they were kidding as last time (3 years ago) they had smoker's rooms but the guy at the desk told me that Heathrow is now a smoke free airport. If I wanted to smoke I would have to go outside. And in order to be able to go outside I had to get through immigration and customs. I was not sure if they'd let me in again once I checked out but the nice customs officer asured me that if I had a valid ticket nobody would prevent me from getting my flight. I believed him and went out into England for a smoko. The good thing was that I could indeed check in again but when I went to search for another duty free beer they didn't have any! I could have bought any sort of liquor but no beer...The fact that Heathrow provides a "multi-faith prayer room" didn't comfort me but confused me a little. I mean, how does multi-faith work exactly? Do you have to be a catholic jew or buddhistic moslem? Anyway, I wouldn't be qualified to enter as being an agnostic is not faith at all. Even atheists have a faith as they believe that there is no god but agnostics don't believe anything...Well in the end I was happy when I could board my plane and leave the shitty airport there. In my worst airports of all time Heathrow has earned a second place after JFK which is the worst airport I have ever had to spend a night in but that's a different story...
Once we were airborne and on our way to Singapore I found that I am addicted to the wrong substance. They even provide needle disposals on the toilet, so a heroine addict doesn't need to suffer withdrawal but a smoker does! The world isn't fair!

Best smoker's area ever...not a disgusting 2 square meter booth but an awesome outside area with a bar and lots of cactuses. Choice! Even the quite high beer prices couldn't spoil it...Singapore airport get's 10 out of 10 points!












