My last week

Exhausted , marked and 10 kilos lighter i was spending my last week in the promised country.  Trying to organise the last details. Trying to erase my existence at the yard 58. 

I stuffed the bin of the yard for the last time full of stuff my over weighted bag couldn't.t take. The last memories thrown away . My last precious things where i spend my adventures with were sold. My never malfunction Engel , who always has given me the cool refreshment in those warm hot days , was gone. The roof top tent where it all started with. The idea to travel the Kimberly's ,but never was realised, and to spend the nights on top of the roof far away of the crocs, was gone. A gen set, travel books and my black baked cooking gear gone, even my black billy who always made delicious coffee above the campfire gone. I saw it all go , telling myself again and again i made the right choice. 

After 5 weeks that my mind didn’t had the time to think. Now my days were just filled with time to think. No more work, Just plenty of time just wondering what to think. And as we know a mind has a way of his own.  One Day felt like a week, an hour felt like a day, a minute as an hour , and a second as a minute. Time just creeps on. 

A good thing that happened was , that i was on my way to pick up a good mate at the airport. A mate with the same background and history. We spend my last week at a relaxing mood. Mrs D. had here last trip , showing her best qualities on the dirt track. As ever , she just cruised to the difficult Boggy Hole. Me and Koen spend the night under the millions stars that the Australian sky offers. My last time i was at my favorite camping spot.   Even the dingos were howling me goodbye that night.

Still there were things that occupied my mind. We went to a few goodbye barbies of the community of the central dessert. A farewell party of a bush team member and a culinary dinner at the back of the workshop. A night that was filled with laughter and pure honesty. Nights you seldom are able to participate.

And then suddenly it was time. My last morning in the red centre. Time to clean 3 square metre area that i called home for the last two years. In a minimum of time all that history was wiped away. Just an orange coloured mark of candle wax on the wall says , Hansy was here. The taxi arrived , i looked back for the last time. Mrs D. looks abandoned. The lonely towel on the cloth line just hangs there waiting for the next one who comes a long. No trumpets and no sirens, just a normal day. Two guys who are taking a cap to the airport. Koen was heading to Melbourne again, and i was going a bit further.

My luggage was checked in , all the way to my destination. It was all going smoothly. Just relaxed cruising from one flight to the other, and there were a few that were a head of me. A short flight from the red centre too the world city Melbourne. This was the time Koen was heading his own way and i had my last 5 hours in the land of Oz. 

11.35 P.M.  Time to step on the plane, while texting the last messages that i will be out of the air for the next 12 hours. 

The wheels were lifted from the ground. I lost touched with the Australian soil. My mind was questioning it self. I looked in the distance, leaving behind 7 years of memories and flying to a known place and a future totally unknown.

Again !!!