Living in a remote area isolated from the so called civilisation, i`m just fucking cruising trough life. Working in even more isolated places. Communities who even don’t know what the fuck Europe is. Just living in the middle of all the sand, and invaded by some contractors who need to build a fence and build some shade structures in a settlement of 5 houses where three of them are inhabited by camels and
donkeys. Wondering what the fuck the need is to build fences in a place where no rules are, and people do and go whatever they bloody want to. Working where the electricity trips off by using a simple tool and after a day digging washing in a bucket. You have to try one time to stand in a fucking bucket and try to wash all the dirt of you. At night sleeping in the back of the Ute in 45 degrees and a community where people sleep in the day and party at night with government money. Puppies everywhere yelling and howling to one of the other hundred fathers or mothers. Yep, life in a community is fucking different than living in a flat in the metropolis of Antwerp.Luckily, I’m just working there and staying till the job was finished.
Back at my residency at Yulara, after a weekend in Alice. Meeting with mates, my brother and Linda. It was great to see you again and had a hell of a good time. I wish you all the best. Alice a place where I spend a full week of pay in a couple of days. Struggling back to the hotel room late at night, straight to the spa. Celebrating Xmas party from work where I managed to get the tradesman of the year award. As result ending up at the casino and loosing my reward at the black jack by taking another card at 18. Probably over consumed alcohol was the reason of my euphoria. But, fuck yeah; it was worth trying to find the right room that night. Fucking Tradesman of the year, being a former goldsmith, probably never seeing my work by living remote has a lot to do with it.The rock, other Xmas parties. Driving drunk on cars trying to hit as many you can. Bumper cars for 18+. Yep, we fucking know how to party here at Yulara. The only problem was trying to find your way back in a black dessert back to the house, knowing there’s nothing out there the next 500 k`s around you. So hopeful not missing the house. But I’m still here, so my orientation shouldn’t be that bad after 3.6 promille. Another xmasparty, but one with all the contractors at my place. From 1000 am till, what the fuck I know. I didn’t have to walk home. Ex prisoners, black people, nomads, people that seems to have no inner peace and r
unning all the time. Almost becoming a true Territorian, seen the river run for three times, road a bull and almost ……It will have to wait becoming a true Territorian. Boxer day, a day to relax and wondering where I’m running from?Having a few days relax and practising Zen in my garden that keep extending till the park rangers show up and sues me for intervening with the natural habitat.
But who the fuck cares, it’s Xmas.
I’m writing to my friends, family, sister, ex wife, and readers of my blog.
To wish you, as we say.
A FUCKING GREAT XMAS
AND A BLOODY AWESOME NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL