Three months trying to escape. Escaping from the cold. After getting used to 
temperatures above the 40 degrees Celsius. It’s hard to survive at minus degrees. So I ended up locking myself up in the room, putting the heater on overdrive, get the beanie and sweater out, grandma’s socks and hiding under a 20 years old doona. Mmmh, back 40 degrees, closing my eyes and waiting till the first signs of the next long hot summer.
The last months I just worked and dove immediately in my warm cosy nest.
Time to think. Time to think too much. Reliving the past and dreaming about the future. Thinking of memories and thinking of future possibilities. Time to think about things a human being shouldn’t be thinking. Thinking about past life’s.
temperatures above the 40 degrees Celsius. It’s hard to survive at minus degrees. So I ended up locking myself up in the room, putting the heater on overdrive, get the beanie and sweater out, grandma’s socks and hiding under a 20 years old doona. Mmmh, back 40 degrees, closing my eyes and waiting till the first signs of the next long hot summer.The last months I just worked and dove immediately in my warm cosy nest.
Time to think. Time to think too much. Reliving the past and dreaming about the future. Thinking of memories and thinking of future possibilities. Time to think about things a human being shouldn’t be thinking. Thinking about past life’s.
A life as a semi professional tennis player. , a life as a tennis coach / trainer. A life as a climber and alpinist, a short life as a married man. A life as a would be artist, a life as a jewel designer/goldsmith. A life as an immigrant, a life as an Australian. It seems I had a few lives. Wondering which life’s are waiting. Time to think about friendship, treason, love, passion, hate, dead and life.
Living remote, isolated from human beings, yep, it sounds I’m desperately in need of typical human contact. But nothing is less true. I probably need some time for myself, “private quality time” they called it. Being stucked for two months with only male contractors coming and going, with there own specific habits. Habits that causes vaciumcleaners to fly and conversations that ends in a more aggressive language, what wouldn’t be proper to quote on my blog. Sometimes I wonder if I would have the same problem if they would be female contractors.
It’s not an easy time. Time to do something about it. Looking for some quality time, nice hot temperatures and away from the male attention. Off too Thailand were the ladies are screaming to have a drink with you. The only male attention you get is from those #4@% tailors, trying to sell you a suit.
The plan was to travel and visiting Vietnam. But fate had another idea. Arriving at the airport and noticing that your luggage is not coming out that black hole, is a way to change your original plans. It’s a good thing I learned to make no more plans. I saw some desperate people on the airport who are loosing it because their luggage is not showing up. Straight to the little markets, bargaining for some singlets, shorts and tongues. I’m Australian now, so those are the basic clothing you need. Checking in, notifying the airport where I will be staying in case my luggage is trying to find his way to me again. Time to go the bars, playing some four on a line and let’s not forget that building game. Yep, it will be a party again. But fate had another and better surprise for me.I ended up driving for a week on one of those thousands and thousands little motorbikes exploring the island, eating delicious Thai food. Discovering by boot hidden beaches, scuba diving together with all kind of fish with a different colour. Even seeing a movie in the theatre with couches. Yep, the top seats are a couch for two. Just amazing.
All this accompanied by a beautiful and charming Thai lady. Vietnam was suddenly far away. I even picked up the local language. Sawadee kup tilak. Kun rak pun mak mak duang. Pun kid tung kun jing jing.
Arriving back in Yulara was definitely back a culture shock. Back to reality, didn’t loose my luggage but back cold, only male contractors around and time to do my duty as an Australian citizen, time to vote. Back to the rain and my thoughts. I thought it rained maybe once a year in the red dessert, but the climate is definitely changing. It looks like the red dessert is changing to a rainforest. Most of the time its too wet to work, so I’m stuck with my thoughts again that I thought I left behind before my holiday. Dreaming about true love. Dreaming about a life where money doesn’t play the biggest role. Dreaming about a life where people respect each other and not trying to control them. Dreaming about a life in harmony with fauna and flora. Dreaming about a life where dreams become a reality.Yep, I’m officially entering my midlife crisis.