Monkeyrockworld

Urge smetterla con l’Inglese per una volta, perchè questa cosa è degna della pura attenzione italica e solo italica. Qualche giorno fa mentre stavo controllando la posta nella solita biblioteca pubblica di Darwin dove il wifi funziona per 10 minuti e poi ti lascia a piedi per ore, quando la finestrella di messenger mi poppa fuori dall’angolo destro del desktop. E’ un ex compagno di liceo, Alessandro Dallera, una persona che è, ed è stato, un buon amico. Ci siamo persi di vista e ritrovati qualche mese prima che io lasciassi l’Italia, e da allora ci siamo sempre bene o male mantenuti in contatto ogni paio di mesi, casualmente, perchè a lui interessava sapere qualcosa dei miei spostamenti.

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…and then it was time to get back to Alice and start a new adventure called “The first relocation of my life”. For who doesn’t know, it’s common in Australia, seen the huge distances between cities and towns, to travel renting campervans and doing one way trips. I mean, you rent a car or van in Melbourne, and you travel up to Cairns, and you drop off the car there. This is very easy for the customers to do, but a little less easier for the rental companies that find themselves with a burden of vehicles to relocate to their original spots.

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Uluru and the Olgas were a nice trip, a good diversion. A definite step up the ladder coming up from the pool of shit I was drowning in. To tell the truth, when I got there the weather was very bad, cloudy and rain started to pour down as soon as we entered the park. Brilliant, I was reminding myself, still quite annoyed from the recent events. But what I didnt know is that on the very few days per year this area sees some rain, the Rock is actually a real unique thing because all over his massive walls you can see tons of little and bigger waterfalls coming down like the red surface was glowing behind the water.

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Craked engine head, that was the autopsy. WZL 755 had served me well, but paying another 2000 $ to get it up and running again was as appealing as getting circumsized on the spot. No way I could afford that, especially in Alice Springs where all of the prices are just doubled, if not tripled, under the excuse that the city lies in the middle of the desert. A fucking oasis unless you need to shop for anything. So, that gut feeling started to come, clogging my soul and lungs as a toilet full of shit. It was bad.

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