Here we are down under.
It's strange, we were expecting people to walk upside down hanging from the road, but everything looks quite similar to up over there. No kangaroos and koalas neither, yet. Maybe we took the wrong plane, we are not sure, we'll have to check it out.
Anyway at the airport there was a lovely smile holding a sign saying "Pietro & Yvonne", so either we took the wrong plane or not, we found great hospitality.
Crossing the equator was costly in terms of natural regularity (hence the title of the post) and burned skin, but it was worth it. In Fiji we met great people, saw wonderful places and ate interestingly good food. We also took part in the traditional kava nights (which if you aren't sure, means sitting on the floor for hours drinking muddy water that numbs your mouth and mind; once only privilege of the chiefs, today nocturnal hobby of a nation). Here in Sydney, we're experiencing some slight money withdrawing issues as well as digestive mess, but all staged in definitely pleasant weather with rainbow parrots in the garden and huge lizards watching us hidden in the lawn.
Yes, catching up with what we've been doing recently could be a long story, since even ten days of San Francisco left no trace on the blog, so I'll just use the gift of summary nature provided me with, leaving the details to Yvonne.
-S.F.=at first rain induced indoor rest, then locals-guided city sightseeing and eating good food and good fun along with intensive hoolahooping lesson.
-Fiji= tropical rain wet sightseeing, sun burned skin barbecue on the beach, crammed buses and sweltering heat. Postcard paradise, great home cooking,wonderful experience.
-Sydney=arrived yesterday, stuck at home due to above written reasons, painful to re-mention, looking forward to broadening our horizons followed by getting informed on job and housing opportunities.
Bye to all you up there on the other side (don't jump of joy all together from reading this post, or we will fall into outer space), we miss you
It's strange, we were expecting people to walk upside down hanging from the road, but everything looks quite similar to up over there. No kangaroos and koalas neither, yet. Maybe we took the wrong plane, we are not sure, we'll have to check it out.
Anyway at the airport there was a lovely smile holding a sign saying "Pietro & Yvonne", so either we took the wrong plane or not, we found great hospitality.
Crossing the equator was costly in terms of natural regularity (hence the title of the post) and burned skin, but it was worth it. In Fiji we met great people, saw wonderful places and ate interestingly good food. We also took part in the traditional kava nights (which if you aren't sure, means sitting on the floor for hours drinking muddy water that numbs your mouth and mind; once only privilege of the chiefs, today nocturnal hobby of a nation). Here in Sydney, we're experiencing some slight money withdrawing issues as well as digestive mess, but all staged in definitely pleasant weather with rainbow parrots in the garden and huge lizards watching us hidden in the lawn.
Yes, catching up with what we've been doing recently could be a long story, since even ten days of San Francisco left no trace on the blog, so I'll just use the gift of summary nature provided me with, leaving the details to Yvonne.
-S.F.=at first rain induced indoor rest, then locals-guided city sightseeing and eating good food and good fun along with intensive hoolahooping lesson.
-Fiji= tropical rain wet sightseeing, sun burned skin barbecue on the beach, crammed buses and sweltering heat. Postcard paradise, great home cooking,wonderful experience.
-Sydney=arrived yesterday, stuck at home due to above written reasons, painful to re-mention, looking forward to broadening our horizons followed by getting informed on job and housing opportunities.
Bye to all you up there on the other side (don't jump of joy all together from reading this post, or we will fall into outer space), we miss you
Peter
P.s. no pictures for today as we can't connect our laptop to the internet. I was pondering putting a weather information on the blog too, soo you'd know what we have to face everyday-and be very jealous, but I'm too lazy, so no jealousy for you. Maybe.
13 comments:
Great to FINALLY hear from you both, I must admit I don`t understand what hurts but maybe that is a good thing.
Ops Sophia just spilt water all over the table and onto all the plugs ....but nothing happened :)
We look forwards to pictures and lots of detailed and funny , witty explanations of your experiences and hopefully some more funny videos, just tell me if i`m a bit demanding.
Lots of love, here all is fine 8 degrees to day and rain but no flies, lizards or itchy places...
Love from Denmark
Pietro, you are a great narrator and I love to read what you write, and the fact that you refer to Yvonne as your god-sent assistant narrator has won you a magnificent birthday present and my undying admiration :) It is obvious that you have been brought up in love. Yvonne is as lucky to have you as you are to have her.
love to you both
Linda
p.s. Silvana, should we book our tickets to Sidney soon?
"Don't jump of joy all together" mi farà sdraiare dal ridere per svariate ore.. Quindi essendo sdraiata non c'è rischio per voi.
Io ho saltato di gioia sperando ce altri non lo facessero. Spero non vi siate ribaltati proprio ora...oh, sennò rialzatevi e trovate i koala!!
Supercacchio,
I was waiting for news from you for a long time (since my internet connection of 60kb/s didn't let me see your videos i miss lot of news...). Superfico the other side of the earth, seems so pink floydian.
I invidio your others a lot, damned travellers... Anche le Fiji too.
Davvero congratulation.
Invece (I suggest to travellers' parents to avoid reading what i'm going to write): I've read somewhere there a lot of poisony (?) animals (as the medusa a scatola) in Australia, much more than in any other place. Australians don't care so much about that, so i think it's not so dangerous. And that in 1967 the Australian prime minister went to have a swim in the curl bay (i hope i'm right) and an anomalous wave drove him away from the coast and no one found his body. I don't know why i decided to tell you these things,anyway i hope you'll be carefull.
Lots of kiss, wherever you are and wherever you want (maybe),
baci
ciao
yes, oggi sul giornale stavo giusto leggendo di un ragazzo a cui hanno dovuto amputare lo squalo che aveva attaccato alla gamba. Non ho capito se la gamba ce l'ha ancora, però sono sicuro che lo squalo è defunto mentre il ragazzo è morto. per quanto riguarda i ragnuli, ci siamo fatti fare un corso intensivo su come sopravvivere, dovrebbe andare tutto bene...
ho sbagliato, il ragazzo è vivo! o almeno lo era al momento in cui è stato scritto l'articolo di giornale, insomma
Tranquilli, anche a Cercina ogni tanto muore un cacciatore.. Una volta una è morta perchè gli è cascato un lampione in testa nel centro di Firenze.. Tutto il mondo è paese e pieno di rischi.
I have nothing to say. Just thought I'd share that with you.
state attenti alle noci di cocco, che sono molto più pericolose degli squali (circa al pari dei lampioni)! ma ora che siete più alle fiji non ci dovrebbe essere pericolo, o ci sono anche in australia le noci di cocco?
Actually me and pietro were scared of coconuts falling on our heads (they fell all the time) and so did not walk underneath palm tree's.
As for poisonus spiders there are 3 life dangerous ones, one is small, shiny ad black with a red stripe, one is big dark brown and hairy with fangs (as if Id ever go close to that one anyway!!!!!) and the last one is smallish rectangular, gray with a triangle on his butt... and the emergency telephone number in australia is 000, and the nearest hospital is within the 1 hour limit (anymore and you could die)... see, im prepared!!!
In realtà I've already finished reading a book about Australia and becaus of it I'm so prepared. For example I've read that Adelaide is a sort of austral San Francisco. I don't know how you can feel visiting Adelaide poco after having visited the original one.
And I've read that one of the best travellers of the desert was a scottish nanetto called Stuart (dovrebbero esserci a lot o highways with his name, maybe the one on the east coast) and Giles (who is remembered by none). Two others (I forget their names) are much more famous (in Australian, of corse) but they were much more fave, since they got lost plurimous times losing their food and their horses, being too much disorganizzati. All of them have drunk their piss while they had finished water in the desert.
Invece, tell us a lots of much useful stories about the Fiji, che I'd garb to know much more about it.
Kisses and Pink Elephants
(upside down,
boy, you turn me....)
Invece stavo ripensando ad una cosa: perchè amputare una gamba ad un uomo morto?
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