Yuendumu

A place called Yuendumu. A place disconnected from the world, So i thought. It was another bush job. Away from town, about 300 k`s. The job turned to be all right from the start.

The plans of the platform didn`t show up until after the platform and walkway were already made. It was an urgent job , it had to be made and installed as fast we could. So we couldn't`t wait till the plans showed up. So we started to fabricate the walkway straight ahead. better said, i started. This job is almost completely made by myself in the workshop.
The angle of the stairways had to be modified , because when they ordering the wrong size of stair threads , it really doesn`t fit properly. But on the end , the platform , stairs and walkway, and let not forget the 121 metres of pipework  were ready to transport to the remote area.

Ready to go, one truck, one load . But how do you fit a 21 m long platform and 121 metres of pipework on one truck? It was really a job that went smooth from the start. The truck was loaded with 1/3 of what we had to take with us when they noticed we needed an extra truck. So we didn`t leave that day. The truck did just a drop of at the community, and to come back to be loaded another time.
We loaded the truck a second time, and all ready to go for the second time. We left Alice but we did made it 5 k`s further. The weight bridge was standing in our way. The truck was overloaded with 3.4 ton. We weren`t allowed to drive another 100 metres. So another truck had to come from work to reload and shift the extra tons, what took us an extra day. So, we didn`t leave that day, Yep , it went all smooth.

The next day we were finally on the road. Two trucks driving on a dirt track , away from civilisation and communication.  Only camels , unaware they are the weak on the highway to hell, travelling over the road. Highway to hell is a name the road has been given, trough the years. A road with the most kills and accidents trough the northern territory. Bad dirt and road trains that just keep going.

Yuendumu, the oldest community in the red dirt. A community where people still work with there own law system. Putting an axe in someone`s skull because he offended the cousin of a close family member. But i have to admit they have a kind of humor to. The place we stayed was called the Hilton. A 5 star resort with a fridge filled with all kind of bacterias, at the Jacuzzi , you had the choice between hundreds of leftovers of soap and insects to have a nice back scrubbing. the ultra modern and well maintained garden was filled with the state of art. All kind of metal parts,stones and rubbish were a pleasure for the eye. The garden houses, where you could have a relax rest were defying the gravity.

The touristic town on our way to the power station was piled up with garbage. It almost looks like a ghost town. Only a few people  sleeping next to the dogs next to a shed with satellites. I just wonder if they have an underground city , and the people above are just actors to scare people away, so they can have a peace full and luxurious live underground.

One of the strangest things happened, i looked on my phone , and saw some bars. We weren`t at the end of the world. There was Internet. There was communication with the outside world. Once and a while you could reconnect with the world.

The job was supposed to be a week, but with the perfect accommodation at the Hilton, and beautiful views we stayed an extra week. Having a weekend alone with two Russians listening how they love the Asian culture with there lady boys.

But the job went smooth. The walkway , stairs and pipes are installed. We left the town . Leaving the locals happy , now they could install there Jacuzzis and plasma screens in their underground city.

Home and away

Area 58 , Elderstreet, 0870 Alice springs. Somewhere in Australia, in a little donga , somebody is typing on his computer. His head filled with dreams, loved ones and work.

His tiny wall start to fill up with all the plans that still have to be realized. Drawings , designs, words, administration.  the sound of his keyboard is the only sound that disturb the silence of an early morning. Only living in his mind, he just try to organize his thoughts and plans
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Depending on patience and more patience, to realize those plans and dreams in fiscally reality.  The sound of the boiling billy distracts him. He pours himself another coffee full of caffeine. Another sigi is light up. And the only sound of the keyboard starts to break the silence again.

16000 k`s away his mind floats while his body tries to conquer his jet lag and Australian bacterias . Trying to get his body back in working mode. Hauling chains , building walkways , stairs and platforms. He feels his body already protesting against the long hours and heavy duty. But his mind oblige him to remember , it`s all for a good cause. Losing the smuggled fat, and to realize  the projects that`s hanging on his tiny wall. But in those early hours it`s hard to remember that goal.

Knowing that the next months will be a time of artificial contact. A time of living in a future time. He knows while writing , the sound of his words doesn`t sound happy. While his heart is filled with joy. It`s a mixed feeling. A feeling caused by impatience and the absence of loved ones.


Suddenly he wakes up of his melancholic thoughts. a Bell sounds on his computer screen. A skype call that makes it all worth. A smile appears on his face. A rainbow develops around his heart.  And he knows that one day it will be all worthed .

Euralia

A new dream has become reality.  and new dreams to bring to reality.

What was that mission i was talking about .I started a new project. Something i always wanted to do.  I changed status in different ways. From nomad to land owner.

I was farm hunting in rainbow country.  That was my main goal the moment i stept of the plane. A lot of appointments were laying a head. Even last minute bookings , managed by my sis, while i was floating somewhere in the air.

It all happened the moment i arrived. No doubts. This was it . Documents were signed. Documents needed to be organised. My mission was just started. It became a race against time. It was if i played a game.  Get a document to achieve another document. I did a move, and i received a counter move. On the end i managed to drive 4000 k`s in a few weeks. I had sometimes doubts if i wasn`t driving in Ozzie land.

In six weeks i managed to become a farm owner. Yep, i bought a farm . A new project is started. A block of land somewhere in loksbergen. A home that has earned the name "Euralia". A lot of people will read this a few time , and wondering what the fuck!.  Living in Australia to buy a home in limburg. But i really did.
The weeks of running around to get all the paperwork done, i still managed to have a first Australian barbie at he farm with a few selected loved ones.  So between times of eating and relaxing , i was working on Euralia, measuring , drawing and designing. How the future home will look like and organizing the work that has to be done in the next years.

I had to consecrate the new farm before i go overseas again.. So i spend a few nights and days camping with my loved one at the farm. Basic camping, swag and matres in the future living room and Coffee maker in some corner.  Experiencing ,fantasising and discovering the new possibilities that the farm was giving. Meeting the new neighbours. Eating ice cream from the local ice cream driver. And starting the new rumors in the little town. i hope they manage the new international habitats.


 
Maybe one day , a real farmer with cheeps , pigs, chickens and veggies will be walking around with boots and a farmer cap accompanied by a Holland farmer girl in clogs.

Summer of 2012

Once again i arrived in rainbow country.

This time i flew with our Chinese neighbours. Four flights to get where i wanted to be. From Alice to Melbourne, Melbourne to Ghuang zongh , something like that anyway, from there to London, to finally get to Brussels. Flying with a Chinese airline company is an experience, i can tell you that. A nine hour flight with no choice of movies, only 9 hours of strange kung fu and subtitles that are to far away to even read them. It`s like being on another planet. A language , i even couldn't`t guess what they telling. Lucky , the 14 hour flight to London had at least a private screen , where i could choose between three English movies and 21 Chinese movies. So , i did know those English movies pretty well by the end of the flight.

Brussels, life of the bourgondic pleasures. But , i was on a mission. No time to enjoy the bourgondic lifestyle. So i thought, but my eyes and taste were bigger then my will . I still managed to get 7 kilos heavier on the return flight.It`s a good thing they don`t weigh you on a flight, and charge extra money for the extra kilo`s you take back or put you in quarantine because you smuggle extra fat.

A yearly tradition is in working. A gathering of the cousins and nieces. It`s the second time in a row we managed to have a memorial night.  It was a pity , not all of them were available,  but understandable on the short notice we had to arrange the meeting. But next time we`ll do better. So we can start this tradition , once a year , the gathering of memories and futures. And keep the date on our calender marked in red.

I was on a mission, no doubt about that. Laying in a swimming pool in lovely company.  Days of wonderful relaxing. playing in the pool. Waking up , opening your eyes  , and seeing that everything is changed. My hometown is changed by name.

It`s amazing how life can develop if you allow it. If you are open to every possibility and open for every change , good or bad. It doesn`t really matter as long we see the good things in it. Returning to Rainbow country was a trip i even couldn't`t dream of . And i did a few trips.

 Visiting a fairy tale land , riding rollercaosters, exploring dungeons, gliding trough water pipes, dual bike riding.  It was a joy ride this trip. Emotionally and fiscally. Things changed for good. I`m no longer waiting at a red light. I`m racing towards a new unknown future .

Strange places

Bush , bush and bush. 


I went from one place to the other since the time i have been back from high populated and civilized Europe. i stayed most of the time in isolated and remote places. Finke, Napperby, Hearts range and other strange places. No internet and communication, the next little gathering of houses a few hundred k`s away. 


What a difference. Seeing sunrises and sunsets. Sleeping at places where my swag could fit. Falling a sleep in my swag while watching the shooting stars on the back of the truck. Start working at first daylight and ending while the sun is already gone. Installing tiny gensets, painting diesel tanks, installing platforms.


The only interaction with life is the hungry camp dogs waiting outside till we are finished eating. Sleeping next to you in hope when you wake up they got something to eat. Time of the never ending sound of a running generator, almost like a lullyby. Constantly
humming and constantly with earplugs . By this time we have invented our own sign language. If you would look from a distance you would think we play baseball in our free time. The movements we do with our hands to explain things, our to get a simple working tool.


But it`s all fun and games being disconnected from the world. Thinking if the world still would excist if we get back on the road. Activating the cell phone a few 100 k`s before you even have connection in the hope the world hasn`t forgot you. Waiting for that sound that you have missed calls and messages. It almost becomes a game to see who has the most missed calls and messages.


It`s a mixed feeling. It`s been good going bush, but it creates a lonely feeling. It`s hard to socialize when you are gone most of the time. Except then with the local dogs that give you all the love they can. You are away with a team of three man max, and you get along, you have too. But when you are back, you get out as quick you can, not to see the same faces again. A love life , i can`t even think how a woman would look like or how to talk . My vocabulary has become one sided and fixed on one thing.
But no worries, it`s all for a good cause.


I` m working on one of those dreams before it`s gone.

A normal day

Just a normal day at work.


You never know what you end up doing. Driving whole day. Trying to get a big crane 500 k`s further to do a crane lift. A mobile crane wich maximum speed is 70 k`s a hour. I was the one driving the car a few hundred meters in front to warn other cars that there is a wide vehicle approaching.


Roads in the outback are pretty narrow and dangerous, with just two lanes. And with a crane as wide as a one and a half lane, it can cause some problems for other drivers. So my task was to drive in the middle and to push other drivers from the road. I felt like in the movies , playing those chicken games with cars. It`s fun with other cars, but if one of those road trains are approaching, you feel a bit nervous. But i managed with a few heated moments. Happily, there are only one a hour that i had to drive a car from the road.


And you can imagine, a drive of 8 hours at 50 up hill and 70 down hill, It can be pretty boring. And especially if you forget your i-pod with 4000 carefully selected songs. So i probably have seen every bush every tree and every wildlife that there was to see that day. Just thinking , that i had to do it again, driving the crane truck back. Another day seeing the exciting bush on the way back. The same tree, the same bush and the same wildlife with no i-pod. Just lucky that it wasn`t my job.


But all by all, it`s a pretty good job. I earned some priveliges at the company. Beeing on a
bush team has some advantages. It`s almost that you are the elite of the company. But i reckon i`m the only one that sees it that way. We got a workshop of our own, just for three people. Got our freedom to go when we pleased if we are in town. The possibility to say fuck off to the safety officer. So all by all, they just leave us to do our job. No work floor manager that inspects your work to see if you made something like he wants it to.
And if i`m in town, the work can be interesting. making and installing dance pools, fabricating fire bins.


And sadly , this week a college died on the road. Coming from a bush trip , working long days and couldn`t wait to see his love ones in adelaide. Couldn`t wait to have a sleep , but drove straight away another 1500 k`s . And yes, nobody will know, felt a sleep, hit a kangoroo, lost control of vehicle, he never arrived at his love ones. A few days later they found him , somewhere in the bush at the lonely stuart highway. One moment full of dreams and the other moment no more dreams.


So let`s make those dreams real before they are gone.

Again and again

What a job this has been.

Six months of intense labor, cursing and fucking. The generator is finally installed. A generator that big it can deliver electricity for a town of 3000 people. The only thing that still has to be done is. See if its running and if our team was capable to put a pipe line system in without no leaks.


So back to yulara, a week of preparations before testing. Running electrical cables the size of a big snake. Making the area inaccessible for strangers. We didn’t want to electrocute people to ashes. And yes finally the moment arrived after a 6 months job. Time to push the green button. And yes, nothing happened. The engine stayed dead.

Fuck.
Nothing mechanical was wrong, all the pipes on the correct spot. After a day of searching we found the cause. A non return valve was placed in the wrong way. All right , we fixed that. Again the green button. It`s turning, slowly , to slowly.
Fuck
Another day of finding the reason why its not turning fast enough to kick start the engine.
Not enough air pressure to kick start the engine. So we worked on increasing the air
pressure. The green button. It`s running fast , yes, but no reaction of the engine.
Fuck
So probably a good reason to check the fuel system. A big air bubble in the fuel line. Okay, A whole day trying to bleed the fuel system. Working on a big engine is like working on a car engine, but much bigger, a lot bigger. The air filter is the size of the trunk of the car, and 4 trunks. Let`s give it another try. The green button.
Fuck
Let`s say we had a lot of fucks. But we managed to let the generator running smoothly.


Now it was just a matter of sitting around. Let the engine do the work. It had to be running for a day of two on overcapacity to see of the engine could handle the moments when busy tourist invade the little town.

A time to pay respect to my fish. My little garden of Eden is no more. Nature has taken over my work. It has become a wilderness .Nature doesn`t care about nicely ordened gardens and plants. Some grow and some die, so did my fish.
Time to say goodbye to yulara, again.


I`m certain i`ll meet my rock again.

Jetlagging

Time to say goodbye ,

This time it was my turn to drop Bianca and the kids off at the airport.They were heaving a break for a week to Spain.

This time i was the one that felt going to a funeral. Driving to my sisters place who would drop me off the next day at another funeral ,airport direction Aussie land. Putting 16000 k`s between feelings.

What a flight it has been. Just sitting on a seat with a brain that is running on over time. A head full of plans , a head full of fears. Saying good bye to love ones and a love one is never easy. It feels like you abandoning them. It was the first time i stepped on a plane and was wondering what the fuck i was doing. But live or faith, no matter how you wanna call it, has a certain way of controlling your actions.

I landed a few days after. empty and disorientated, what would you expect after a rise of 50 degrees in temperature. It was hard getting over the jet lag this time. It was hard to get over my feelings. But i have a plan. I have hope. I have a goal.I have a dream.

It was a new beginning no matter where it`s gonna bring me. Just a few days to adjust at the time difference , i`m back fully operational. Working most of the times out bush. Yulara, willowra, epenera and strange names you even can`t pronounce, let`s say even write down. I have become a work alcoholic instead of nomad. Doing 10 , 11 hours a day. sleeping in shifts of three four hours. But i feel good with it. I`m still wondering if i have problems with my jet lag. Or is it the adrenaline of having a plan. a dream.

So i installed myself in a little donga from work, a room of 3 by 3. A bed and a computer table. All my stuff, divided in the car and the room. Most of the time , i`m away anyway. Driving around in a green outback doing work in remote places. I`m living with my work now ,missing the warm nights in the arms of a loved one.

The weather feels my feelings. The rain is coming down in buckets and the sun shines and heats the earth up to 35 degrees. What makes the outback a spectacular view to look at.

Working and organising my plan are taking most of my time. What is that fucking plan now that i`m talking about? Well. i`m gonna leave you readers still guessing. I`m working at the plan. And once the plan is started it will be a whole other chapter in my blog. It will be surprising for some and for some it will be not.

It`s a unknown future, but one i`m willing to walk. And if i succeed it will be a dream that i always dreamed off.

It`s the rise of a new dawn.

rainbowtime

Back in Melbourne waiting to fly back in time again.

Starts to feel like I'm pending between Australia and Europe. Waiting to be reunited and to end the 12 week countdown. I would see my rainbow again. I couldn't wait to move on. It's gonna be a long flight, that was for sure. Having no idea how long it really gonna be. Still in Melbourne, sitting in a plan on the runway completely under water. And having a connected flight doesn't really relax you. Damned, my nerves are tested by some higher force . It's not really ideal , having a 11 hour flight delayed for an hour with only an hour of spare time between the connected flight.

Again counting the hours, I'm counting twice now. Reunion count and connecting count. No worries, i 'm gonna make it. Fuck, i fucking just not fucking gonna make it. All right, almost there, still time. Come on ,stupid cunts, drop the plan and let me get on the other plane. Good thing, i landed in the emirates. i don't think they would admire my language use. Okay, a few minutes more, where is the fucking gate? I felt warm and uneasy, what was happening. Ohh yeah, i remember, stress was taking control. There is the gate, but an other destination was on the board. Gates are closed to Brussels 9 fucking minutes ago. All right, all good, what are my options ,no good idea to kidnap a plane in a Muslim region, maybe a phone call to my waiting rainbow that I'm been involuntary delayed somewhere in the middle of our reunion. What the fuck, no connection on my phone. Lets get ancient and find a wall with a phone hanging on. But try to make a phone call where the manual is written in lines and dots. What did i say, oh yeah, a good thing i was in an Arabic country. To the flight information desk and see what they are up too. Not to bad ,

i could fly to another country in an hour.

Up to Copenhagen and from there to Brussels. Another 12 hours counting to arrive in another strange language. The good thing is i learned to use the technology of an airplane seat on it's fullest. Sending an e-mail and Sims trough that white box that's connected with an annoying spring to the seat . All was going well and in a few hours i would drink tax free pink moët bubbles with my missing part of my heart. Just going trough customs and fly to Zaventem and no more counting. What i didn't know that customs in Copenhagen were gathering stuff for there private New Years party. After typical abuse of the wonderful invention called language, i was able to pass trough customs and with a lot of pain leaving behind the pink moët. Belgium, Brussels,Zaventem, rainbow, finally i thought while waiting to see my luggage coming out that black hole. 6, 13, 18 minutes, mmmmhhh, i was counting again. No fucking way, no fucking bag. I couldn't' care anymore. even if they stripped me completely at customs, then i would see my rainbow naked ,nothing could stop me from that.

Here i was again, in the Netherlands. recovering from the drop in temperature. A drop of 32 degrees. Survived crocs, snakes , dingos and all kind of living creatures but i was not counting on the strange European bacterias. So they hit me time after time till i could manage those little tiny buggers. Probably because i decide to collect some decent clothing that fits more in the time of the year.

So i already spend three months in Europe. And i am back in Australia. It seems i have never been away. I spend most of my time in designing little stereotypes , that one day will be made.Dreaming about working in my own house , while the dog is snoring in the background.And once and a while i did really physical work. Working at the terrace of my sister, that slowly takes form.

Living together doesn`t seem to be easy, getting used to each other in the same house. And especially with somebody walking around with the same orange outfit day by day . But we managed me and Bianca, Mika and Zoe. Days were flying by while i was hoping that the snow would fall. It was cold enough , that was for sure. Even that cold that the eleven city trip in Holland became a daily subject on the news . I even had the chance to walk on ice while my ears almost fell off from the ice cold wind. But it was ice cold fun.

We also went for a weekend trip to one of the holiday parks with gliding pipes . A relaxing weekend playing in the water while the main gliding water pipe was closed for maintenance. Breaking some lights in the 1.65 m high dream chalet while making up the bed in a room of 1 square meter where the bed floods caused from the water from the shower next door. But yeah, it was a relaxing weekend.

And yes, finally. White featherlight stuff was falling from the sky. So bad that it caused a 1600 k`s traffic problem on the highway one day. But who care, it was been 6 years ago since i have seen a white carpet forming on the landscape. I reckon i was probably the only one with a big smile on my face that moment. Beautiful.

It was a relaxing and learn full time in Europe. It seems that plans made up in the past not always take shape in the present, but are just a cause to make other plans. Choices had to be made. But like always , choices are formed in time. It was a period of self reflection. What do i really want? What do i find most important in life? What and who do i care for? How do i see my future? What makes me happy? What about the future?

A lot of questions have been answered. And the orange light has finally changed to green , and i`m heading in an another direction in life. I `m following a different branch of my own chaotic life tree.

In between

First i want to apologise (again) for neglecting my journey. It's been a time in between. A time of thoughts, dreams, ideas and love. But here am i again. Writing and updating.

Back to the red dirt after seeing only concrete and people, having a splendid time in my previous home country. Stepping of the plane after a 25 hours flight and travelling forward in time.

First golf, the sport you can play in every town you go to. I had a little break in Upwey , a little town close to melbourne. Seeing a good friend, Koen. He picked me up at the airport and i was staying a few days there before heading to the red centre again. Seeing friends i hadn't seen since the time i immigrated. Relaxing playing golf in the hills of Dandenong, seeing your golfball disappearing in the horizon of the mountains and hearing the kookaburra laughing at my golf play. And after a good time getting used to the australian way of life again, back on the plane.

Arriving in Alice. Mmmmmmh, a lot has happened. A holiday that changed the plan you careful had made up. First things goes first, a place to stay. Luckily i could stay with luke and Byanca. They had a little shed were i could make up my little home. So this would be my home for the next three months. And a swimming pool, whats not to bad. Back to work, yep, something we all are obliged to do. I started back with my old company. I hear you thinking, what about the Kimberly's. What about the rooftop tent , what about fixing up Mrs D. ,what about the exciting travels ?

No, it's a time in between. A time that life is on a crossroad and the light on red. The plan is to go back to Europe with Xmas and new year. To catch up with my piece of heart that i left behind.

I installed myself in the shed, with all the technology to stay in contact with Europe. I-phone, whatsapp, Skype , ims, e-mail, webcam. Amazing how small the digital world has become. You almost forget there is 16000 k's between. Only the time makes it all real. 8 hours of difference is not that easy to communicate with each other. A wake up call becomes a good night. And to say sweet dreams is an afternoon thee. But we managed, and it was a nice feeling to share with someone. Most of the time i was out bush. Doing 11 hours a day, mostly to the place where i spend the last 2 years. Yep, the rock was still there. so was the pond with fish, strangely alive. Strange to go to a place you just said farewell too. Let you think about how you walk trough life. Its almost if life is mocking you. I went from my little shed with swimming pool and pool table to the rough and uncomplicated life in the desert. Seeing only the open nature , oil, pipes and machinery. And of course the technology of communication. It's really is a contradiction. Working with basic tools and finding prehistorical solutions to work related problems while at night typing on a phone that functions as a typewriter, photo album and much more.

It's a time of counting the days, hours and minutes. 12 weeks before i could head back to rejoin. To go back to Europe and to see where i belong. The first time that i ever had doubts about Australia. There were certain things that i missed from Europe. Of course , in first place, was that piece of heart that i was missing. But there were other things too, the more than delicious food. The really nice taste of the local beer. Family , that has become united again. The diversity and possibility to do what you choose to do. Life in Europe is so full of choices and possibilities that are easy to come by. The always changing climate, you have to know, 12 months of seeing only sun gets boring too. Friends that you can reconnect too. The possibility to meet people on every corner.

But the only problem is the instability of the European economy and the over-population of space. Driving 20 k's takes as long as driving 200 k's in the outback. Driving is a survival of the most aggressive egocentric racer. Going to the shop is a day task and a bumper-trolley fight between the food. Finding smiling and polite people is a quest for the holy grail. If they do it's just related to money or business. Only seeing the same specie over and over, till you close your eyes. The absence of all kind of natural noises and the stank of the air. The choose would be easy f i could just mix all the positives together. But hè , that would of course been my own egocentric view of living.

I would call it Austrope. A place where species and space are equal balanced. A place where people are still people, with a name , giving without taking, helping without a hidden agenda. Mmmmh , i'm trying to write down what philosophers and sociologist are breaking there head on since the arrival of mankind .

Let us just stick by my own anonymous live, and hope the world is not gonna end in a few months. Back to my own journey trough my egocentric existence . Driving just around 3564 k's to pick up a part to solve a problem at work. Stepping in a car in Yulara. Getting behind the steering wheel, brain functions reducing to almost zero and eating the k's . Arriving at the place of pick up in Adelaide, and noticing that the part not really fits in the back. But who cares, everything is possible, just drop it in the ute and w'll see. We need that part to finish the job. No pause, back on the road, direction where we came from. One straight road , no turns to the left or to the right. Oh , i would be lying. We did take once a while a turn to the right or left. To take a piss, to grab a feed, to fill up and to bunk down in a desolate roadhouse. After a road trip in the true meaning of the word . 67 hours, 36 min and 12 sec. later , we are back at the place of our departure with the package. Unloading with the crane and after a while noticing that we really didn't need that part to do the job. So we left the package unpacked on the side and finished the job. Asking myself what the meaning of life is.

One more week to go, and back on the plane. Time to pack up the things. It's a good thing my life fits in the back of Mrs D. It's really practical if you don't have a home for the last 4 years. No chances to collect things and to gather stuff. A few hours, not even, and i was ready for my next step. Having a private and emotional moment standing in front of my life packed in my old lady. No certainty if i would ever come back again, or that i would see Mrs D. again. Who knows, i thought i would never see the rock again nether.

The day of departure , finally the light changed to orange. Time to start the engine and to see witch direction life is gonna take me. Come what comes.

(i know, no exciting pics, but that's a bug to fix up later)