Monkeyrockworld

We have been driving and camping around the southeastern part of Victoria, and I didn’t have the time to update the blog, I’m sorry. Just know it was sweet, dark, crampy, good and we got to sleep very early at night because the forest doesn’t like to party too hard. After a brief one day visit to Canberra to check out the capitol city of Australia, we steered east towards the bright lights of Sydney, what I knew as the poshest city in the whole australasian region.
It probably is, but my idea of it was totally different and i actually appreciated it a lot… I actually reckon if I had spent a month here instead of Melbourne, maybe things would have been nicer. Anyways… we are so lucky to be able to stay with Howard, a very easy going and nice CS guy living in North Sydney, and we are even luckier to have a free space to park the van for a couple days. It’s all rolling too good for this city, at least, for what I knew about it.

We decided to take a stroll in Central and Chinatown areas, and my heart starts beating faster: there are so many Asians around here!! Plus, Sydney’s Chinatown beats Melbourne’s 100 to 1. Here, you actually have a REAL experience, although not too big, but you can stroll around a few streets, enter many food courts, sample all kinds of different Asian food (I got myself a huge plate of Indonesian Padang for 7 AU$, it was like a gift from the gods above) and have a good time. It’s cheap, it’s clean and it’s nice. I felt great, I felt closer to home, although Asia is not my home, it feels like it sometimes. Feels much more like home than bloody Italy at the moment. Apart from the food and the low bright lights of a tuesday city night, I felt kind of relieved, kind of free, roaming the streets of Sydney. I felt like the cold was gone, and that the work problem still exists, but we are going up north to Cairns so we dont have to care too much. We don’t have to be paranoid, we have to start enjoying what we have now. Australia so far is not my favorite place, I’m sorry to say, but coming into Sydeny and finding it like this gave me some new hope on new things to come.

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but there is something crawling under my skin now, something like a sweet sensation transformed into a parasite with many legs and fingers crawling up and down my muscles, trying to stay back over my spine. It’s a monster created from the paranoia my family and beloved one are sometimes reversing over me. That’s not what I want, now. Not what I need. I was standing on the ferry going to Manly, looking across the harbour, glancing at the big bridge and the beautiful Opera House, a symbol of civilization that is actually not that big if you see it up close (same thing happened to me in front of Mt. Rushmore in the USA)… I was flying high. I was reconsidering all of my thoughts up to now, and thinking that sometimes I’m just a bloody idiot. Yes I am, don’t ask me why.

Maybe two days are too few to judge a place, but this is the time i have, and this is my idea: Sydney runs fast, but seems like it has a good heart. Maybe it’s not true, but the same sheer size of the harbour, and seeing the clear waters, it’s still enough to make me think I’m in Australia now, something I didn’t realize before I got here.

And the funny random thing of the day: I’m coming back to Howard’s place, and this guy stops me on the street and asks me “Are you Monkey?” “Yes I am” “I read your blog, my name is Lucio, from Italy”. For chrissake, I met this guy in Sydney, on the street, someone that is reading this and is asking me to post more, Here it is Lucio, this is for you and your two years and a half in Sydney. You’re not like me and my itchy feet, but you’ve come a long way, and this post is for you, mate. It was nice to meet you today. Amazing, I’d say, to actually know that people are interested in my silly, out of direction life. Should I change?