It’s indeed pretty sweet to be sitting on the riverside at Kangaroo Point, walls of rock to be climbed on my left, river on my right, an outdoor party run by random people with a big stereo system and bbqing like crazies, and a scorching sun over my head. Today is Anzac day, a memorial for the Australian/Kiwi troops, so there is not that much to do and it’d not be a good idea to hit the road because everything’d be out of service. Time is running quite fast and I totally abandoned the idea of looking for long term employment here because, simply said, I don’t like this country that much. Yeah, it’s clean, orderly, nice and with beautiful natural scenery (but beware, absolutely NOT the best in the world, for that, go back to Asia, thanks), but it’s incredibly boring too. People seem like having a fun, chilled out life… I don’t know. I think it’s like America but safer and definitely less exciting. Sorry Australian boys and girls, that’s just my opinion.
We’ve been staying recently in this Couchsurfing student house in St. Lucia, Brisbane’s University district; it’s fun because it totally looks like one of those punk squats I used to play with The Nerds Rock Inferno. It’s 4 or 5 students living in this space, giving people total freedome to come, crash, use their kitchen and bathroom, and the result is a definitely nice place to chill out at night, cook, grab a couple beers and have some chats with local and non local travellers. It’s here, in “The Forest”, talking to its funny animals, that we discovered there is a place a little bit inland from Bundaberg we want to try hitting tomorrow to get some farm work. I said, I abandoned the idea of long term staying and employment, but I still need a couple weeks to cash in a small fortune and make it to Perth across the continent, in the second and to me already better part of our Australian Odissey.
There’s not a lot to say about Brisbane besides it’s a lovely river town, not too small but not even too big, a perfect big city with a definitely man shaped perspective: students everywhere, a quiet nightlife and a somewhat bohemian atmosphere with flocks of Asians strolling the streets as well, it’d definitely be a good place to live in Australia, if, again, Australia wasn’t one of the less exciting places I’ve ever visited in my life. SDometimes it even feels like I’m back home in Italy, and when I start feeling like that, I’d just love to be able to click my fingers and get my 1st of july ticket outta here materialized in front of my eyes with a “tomorrow” date on it. There’s a party in front of my eyes now, and some terrible ragamuffin music is blasting from the speakers. I’m sorry guys but it’s not you, it’s me, the non-normal one. I see boys and girls having fun in the sun, well, I cannot. Not for me. I contemplate, think, relate and fill myself up with hatred and anger that later I release under the form of this bullshit you all are reading. I am quite desperately funny actually, I know… but what’s better than knowing your own defects and limits? Thats’ a further step towards the road of perfection. I realize wherever I will go, I will always have this confrontational attitude that doesn’t really match any of the kind of societies I’ve visited so far. Of course I’ll have to adapt, like I always do, but leave me at least the chance to have this channel here to discahrge all of my ranting paranoia.
I don’t know, since I came over here I feel like I’m old, I’m 60 years old, and everyone around me is totally unappropriate under an evolutionary point of view. Yes, I’m that bad, eheheh… thanks god I have a car and I am not staying at backpacker places, or I’d probably have killed someone already. Talking to people, not even the smallest things I know apply. I cannot find a lot of common ground with people, although I love them all and try to be good with everyone, there is just a wall, and they don’t get it. Well whatever. Almost done. In two more months, I think I’ll leave Australia and will give it a kiss goodbye, leaving its chances to the other yuppies that like the sun and the beaches here. Things changed a lot inside of my head since I started traveling almost one year ago, and I think it’s time to stop for a while, finally, and get my life in order. Let’s see what I’ll be thinking once I get to Cairns.