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This weekend the weather was perfect, I was on Stradbooke Island, which is the prototype Pacific Island. Palms, waves as clear as in an aquarium, perfect white sand and in the backdrop thick lush vegetation like a forest. While swimming, suddenly, in the corner of my eye I see 2 shadows shoot by. What's that! Sharks? Surfers? No, Dolphins! And they're surfing the waves. Woaw! I didn't get any pictures as I didn't have my camera handy so I'll describe it. There were about 6 of them and just like surfers they chose their waves very carefully. So they weren't all surfing the same wave at the same time. You could see them kick up lots of speed under water and then, in the crest of the wave, they'd just get their snouts out of the water, thus cutting through the water. Surfing Dolphins, it's really clear they're just having fun. This is the best thing I have ever seen in nature. Too bad it only lasted a couple of minutes. Back at the beach in front of the house we stayed at, I saw many more dolphins. I must have counted over 50 throughout the day. Excellent! Michel and I were fishing a little later along the beach when Michel spotted something big, black and fast. There were 2 Manta Rays about 3 meters out from the beach, they were very close to the shore and it looked like they were making little Manta Rays. We followed them for 500 meters and then they decided to head out to sea again. Apparently this was extremely rare as a couple of local fisherman had never seen that either when we asked them. |
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
Dolphins and manta rays!
Thursday, 7 February 2008
My Birthday
I got a little older, a little wiser. At work we had Pie and tonight I’m going to china town (Chinese new year!). My cousin invites me for the weekend at Stradbroke Island.
Stradbroke Island. This Island used to be one Island, but today there are two. Why? I hear you ask, oh my inquisitive and nosey friends. Well in the late 19th century there were 2 shipwrecks on that Island. The Scottish are renowned for their love of their number 1 export product: Whisky. In complete soberness they wrecked their ship in fair weather and clear waters.
All the whiskey washed ashore on Stradbroke Island. When people heard about it they went beachcombing and of course all that whisky disappeared quicker than a fart in a fan factory. The customs and other authority officers were not amused. So when a couple of years a new boat sank off the coast they were quicker than flies on a turd to secure the place. The second boat contained whisky all right, but most of its cargo was dynamite.
In all their wisdom the customs officers chose to blow up the boat. However, not having any pyrotechnical knowledge or experience proved to be fatal for the Island. There was so much dynamite, they blew the Island in 2 pieces.
If I do go, I’ll show you the pics.
Stradbroke Island. This Island used to be one Island, but today there are two. Why? I hear you ask, oh my inquisitive and nosey friends. Well in the late 19th century there were 2 shipwrecks on that Island. The Scottish are renowned for their love of their number 1 export product: Whisky. In complete soberness they wrecked their ship in fair weather and clear waters.
All the whiskey washed ashore on Stradbroke Island. When people heard about it they went beachcombing and of course all that whisky disappeared quicker than a fart in a fan factory. The customs and other authority officers were not amused. So when a couple of years a new boat sank off the coast they were quicker than flies on a turd to secure the place. The second boat contained whisky all right, but most of its cargo was dynamite.
In all their wisdom the customs officers chose to blow up the boat. However, not having any pyrotechnical knowledge or experience proved to be fatal for the Island. There was so much dynamite, they blew the Island in 2 pieces.
If I do go, I’ll show you the pics.
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
The weather
Well, last couple of days we had a bit of rain down here. About 307 mm which is about half of what we’d expect annually. Pretty much a year worth of rain fell since I’m here. They’re only short showers but I think it’s all the water in the world coming down at once. If this keeps going like this I’m getting a hammer and start building an arc. Some parts of southern Brisie are inundated and people are being evacuated.
The sun returns every now and then to heat up everything. Remember it’s supposed to be 40C this time of year. Today I sit at my desk with no air-conditioning… it broke… and I’ve learned that:
1. My clothes are now as wet as if I’d stood in the rain but it’s perspiration
2. Every time I hit a key on my keyboard water splashes up.
3. Optical mice do not work in a pond of perspiration
I remember the days at Movares where we'd refuse to work if temperatures were greater than 28C. Bhahahahaaa. bunch of quibblers, pussies Anyway we’ve had a look at a new bureau and should be moving within a couple of months. Till then I’ll be changing my clothes twice a day. Anyway the sun's back today. Think I'll have my breakfast on the terras.
The sun returns every now and then to heat up everything. Remember it’s supposed to be 40C this time of year. Today I sit at my desk with no air-conditioning… it broke… and I’ve learned that:
1. My clothes are now as wet as if I’d stood in the rain but it’s perspiration
2. Every time I hit a key on my keyboard water splashes up.
3. Optical mice do not work in a pond of perspiration
I remember the days at Movares where we'd refuse to work if temperatures were greater than 28C. Bhahahahaaa. bunch of quibblers, pussies Anyway we’ve had a look at a new bureau and should be moving within a couple of months. Till then I’ll be changing my clothes twice a day. Anyway the sun's back today. Think I'll have my breakfast on the terras.
American Football
Yay It’s Super Sunday and the pub on the corner of the street is organizing “The Official Super Sunday party in Brisie”. Right after work I sprint home, change clothes, sprint to the pub and order a couple of ‘swift pints’. (the beer here is about 2.8% so as an European you need a couple).
Unfortunately American Football is about as popular as a turd in a lunchbox here in Australia. So there were about 20 Yankees and a couple guys from different nationalities having beers and looking at the game. I talked to a few and we agreed, American Football is never going to take off here in Australia. We did have a good time though, looking at a truly giant screen, yelling at the referee. The NY Giants won, we drank another beer and I went home.
Unfortunately American Football is about as popular as a turd in a lunchbox here in Australia. So there were about 20 Yankees and a couple guys from different nationalities having beers and looking at the game. I talked to a few and we agreed, American Football is never going to take off here in Australia. We did have a good time though, looking at a truly giant screen, yelling at the referee. The NY Giants won, we drank another beer and I went home.
Saturday, 2 February 2008
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Yesterday we went for an excellent dinner on a river cruise boat. Imagine a boat in the old Mississippi riverboat style on a river winding though the city. The food was very good, seafood platter, buffet, desert, wine. Very nice. Unfortunately this dinner was the last one for quite a while. Today my wife will fly back to the Netherlands to start her new career. This is going to be a long time without her.
I gave her a “panic card”: a ticket to Australia if she misses me too much.
I gave her a “panic card”: a ticket to Australia if she misses me too much.
Just Some Pics
 | Fireworks over the Brisbie river |
 | GoldCoast Beach |
 | Emmanuelle's new friends |
 | Sunshine Coast 1 |
 | Sunshine Coast 2 |
 | Brisbie center |
 | Barbie man |
The Sun and the British
Aahhh the British. We had seen them turn from milk white to a deep tomato red colored heap of walking pain in about 2 hours in Egypt. They are the litmus test for the rest of us: You take a beefeater, put him or her in the sun and wait (in the shades) until he or she is slightly scorched. The recorded time equals the time the rest of us can safely dwell in the sun (with factor 30 that is).
Unfortunately that day we didn’t have any Brits handy so we chose to risk it all. We greased up in factor 30 twice, waited the mandatory 15 minutes before going in the sun and went for a swim. We got out of the water within an hour or so and put on our T-shirts. Drying oneself is not necessary here, as by the time you’ve reached your towel you’re dry. And yes, even that time, we burned.
I asked around and to give you an idea: when it’s really hot and sunny in the Netherlands you’d get an UV factor 6. Here in summer the UV factor is usually around 14. So that’s twice as powerful as in the Netherlands.
Unfortunately that day we didn’t have any Brits handy so we chose to risk it all. We greased up in factor 30 twice, waited the mandatory 15 minutes before going in the sun and went for a swim. We got out of the water within an hour or so and put on our T-shirts. Drying oneself is not necessary here, as by the time you’ve reached your towel you’re dry. And yes, even that time, we burned.
I asked around and to give you an idea: when it’s really hot and sunny in the Netherlands you’d get an UV factor 6. Here in summer the UV factor is usually around 14. So that’s twice as powerful as in the Netherlands.
The Police
For my birthday, now due in one week, my wife gave me tickets to a concert of The Police. Imagine standing in a stadium with 20-30,000 others under the moon and stars while the temperature is juuuust right: fantastic!
Fergie (the one from the black eyed peas) kicked off with her music. Let me tell you one thing: she really out sucked a black hole, She tried (and I use this word loosely) to sing every genre of music, speed metal, reggae, opera and what else… She was prancing around like a little schoolgirl, out of breath, the sound was bad, her voice was bad and her show was positively embarrassing, but fun, people were laughing at her amateurism and dance silly dances as she did.
Fortunately the pain was short-lived and within minutes we heard a loud Rooooooooooxaaanne in an unmistakable, unequivocal and distinct voice. It was Sting and the gang and they rocked the place. They’ve still got the sound and the show. If they’re in the neighborhood, go and see them… But skip the Fergie part. That was a most excellent birthday gift.
Fergie (the one from the black eyed peas) kicked off with her music. Let me tell you one thing: she really out sucked a black hole, She tried (and I use this word loosely) to sing every genre of music, speed metal, reggae, opera and what else… She was prancing around like a little schoolgirl, out of breath, the sound was bad, her voice was bad and her show was positively embarrassing, but fun, people were laughing at her amateurism and dance silly dances as she did.
Fortunately the pain was short-lived and within minutes we heard a loud Rooooooooooxaaanne in an unmistakable, unequivocal and distinct voice. It was Sting and the gang and they rocked the place. They’ve still got the sound and the show. If they’re in the neighborhood, go and see them… But skip the Fergie part. That was a most excellent birthday gift.
Friday, 1 February 2008
The Rellos
A good Aussie word is “Rellos” or relatives in plain English. For those who don’t know I’ve actually got rellos here in Brisbie. He’s called Michel and he’s my cousin. Michel invited us for a lovely dinner with his girlfriend July. They’ve got this cute little house very near to the city center. Michel came to pick us up at 19:00 in his very wet car. Wet? You ask. Yes very wet. Now I’ve been told there’s a draught going on here in Australia… I severely doubt this. When it rains it rains cats and dogs, buckets and flat out like a lizard drinking. So Michel forgot to close the windows of his car, which by then had turned to a private swimming pool.
Don’t get me wrong, we’ve experienced only 5-6 showers, but they are severe. You walk 50 meters in one of those and you’re more wet than if you had jumped into the river. But the sun soon dries you up.
Anyway, Michel told and taught us a lot about the places to visit, we had a couple of delicious pizzas, were visited by opossums and tasted a very interesting local beer. This was a most excellent evening. Michel has made quite a nice living for himself and I'm positive we'll have heaps of fun together.
Good on ya’ mate!
Don’t get me wrong, we’ve experienced only 5-6 showers, but they are severe. You walk 50 meters in one of those and you’re more wet than if you had jumped into the river. But the sun soon dries you up.
Anyway, Michel told and taught us a lot about the places to visit, we had a couple of delicious pizzas, were visited by opossums and tasted a very interesting local beer. This was a most excellent evening. Michel has made quite a nice living for himself and I'm positive we'll have heaps of fun together.
Good on ya’ mate!
Wednesday, 30 January 2008
Gold Coast and Surfers Paradise
One hour’s drive south of Brisbane is Surfers Paradise. A very touristic place with enormous buildings (70 storey +). One thing missing though are the Surfers! The crystal blue waves are beautiful and waiting to be ridden by surfers, but none to be seen. Very weird. Surfers Paradise and no Surfers, what’s going on here?
We didn’t like Surfers Paradise very much and chose to go a little more south. We did well! We arrived at almost desolate golden beaches with perfect blue water. After a long swim and severe sunburn we went for a delicious barbeque with a view. Walking back to the car we got stopped by a clan of people barbequing. They offered us beer, asked if we knew the Australian Anthem and sang it to us. Kind of weird having 20 people sing out loud to us. Luckily they had beer as we soon felt more at ease :o). Of course, they played cricket and demanded I bat a couple of balls. I have got to learn this game. And Yeah I hit the ball! It went flying into the dunes.
On the drive back we saw more beautiful beaches, nice forests, colorful birds, (not only talking about the animals mate).
We didn’t like Surfers Paradise very much and chose to go a little more south. We did well! We arrived at almost desolate golden beaches with perfect blue water. After a long swim and severe sunburn we went for a delicious barbeque with a view. Walking back to the car we got stopped by a clan of people barbequing. They offered us beer, asked if we knew the Australian Anthem and sang it to us. Kind of weird having 20 people sing out loud to us. Luckily they had beer as we soon felt more at ease :o). Of course, they played cricket and demanded I bat a couple of balls. I have got to learn this game. And Yeah I hit the ball! It went flying into the dunes.
On the drive back we saw more beautiful beaches, nice forests, colorful birds, (not only talking about the animals mate).
Celebrate what’s great… mate
Australia day: Something like Queen’s day in the Netherland only the local color isn’t orange it’s blue but the people are just as crazy. We arrive at festivities location where beer flows freely and people are singing. Soon after I arrive I purchase a very fast cockroach for the cocky races. It’ll run in the 1pm race under the name I have given it during a short ceremony: “I dub thee Rolls Roach, may thy runnings be fast and may thy sprints be swift”. Rolls will run in the Seventh Race as the 15th entrant. By the way my name was respectably chosen as opposed to others: “Big Black Cocky, 12 inch Cocky, Circumcised Cocky”… You get the picture. Ok, so hundreds of people are sitting around the roach running arena and the names are announced to the great amusement of the crowd (“Rolls Roach” got a few laughs and some “aw that’s smart”). The roaches are marched in under the sound of bagpipes and drums. And after a loud 5…4…3…2…1… GO! The roaches are released and they run for their lives and our amusement. Within 15 seconds of absolute carnage (roaches fly around, woman duck in panic, men try to catch them and show them to their horrified wives) it’s all over.
Needless to say, Roll Roach didn’t make it. I’m sure he’s happy in heaven.
Needless to say, Roll Roach didn’t make it. I’m sure he’s happy in heaven.
Monday, 28 January 2008
Oz Talk
The Australian Language isn’t English at all, in fact it doesn’t even sound like English. Here’s a couple of common expressions here. Good luck on finding any logic, I know had a hard time finding their meaning.
- Chuck a sickie : take the day off sick from work when you're perfectly healthy
- Dead horse : Tomato sauce
- Dinkum, fair dinkum : true, real, genuine ("I'm a dinkum Aussie"; "is he fair dinkum?")
- Fair suck of the sav! : exclamation of wonder, awe, disbelief (see also "sav")
- Flat out like a lizard drinking : flat out, busy
- Harold Holt, to do the : To bolt. (Also "to do the Harold") N.B. Harold Holt was a former Prime Minister who suddenly drowned while swimming off the coast of Victoria, so there is a double meaning here, quite clever.
- Kangaroos loose in the top paddock : Intellectually inadequate ("he's got kangaroos loose in the top paddock")
- Larrikin : a bloke who is always enjoying himself, harmless prankster... by the way Bloke : man, guy
- Mallee bull, as fit as a : very fit and strong. The Mallee is very arid beef country in Victoria/South Australia
- Mongrel : despicable person
Saturday, 26 January 2008
Pissed off clients?
Australia: I love it. In the past 2 days we’ve been at a client’s whose entire System infrastructure had collapsed. A couple of servers in France, a couple in Gove and a few in Brisbane. The problem is very complex and the symptoms are highly unpredictable.
Okay, now if this would have happened in the Netherlands you’d be sitting in a dark room with some very pissed off managers and extremely pissed off IT personal, looking at you in a very pissed off way. They’d be ready to skin you alive. Nobody is happy and everyone is out to screw the other guy.
Here however everyone is smiling and joking. 600 draftsmen not being able to work, Bhaahaha. 800GB of drawing not available HIHIHIHIhiii, a gazillion dollars down the drain and deadlines busted to smithereens: Bwawahaaa.
This does not mean we’re not working hard and of course the pressure is on to resolve issues but it makes it so much easier.
Okay, now if this would have happened in the Netherlands you’d be sitting in a dark room with some very pissed off managers and extremely pissed off IT personal, looking at you in a very pissed off way. They’d be ready to skin you alive. Nobody is happy and everyone is out to screw the other guy.
Here however everyone is smiling and joking. 600 draftsmen not being able to work, Bhaahaha. 800GB of drawing not available HIHIHIHIhiii, a gazillion dollars down the drain and deadlines busted to smithereens: Bwawahaaa.
This does not mean we’re not working hard and of course the pressure is on to resolve issues but it makes it so much easier.
Friday, 25 January 2008
Home, central Home
Thursday, 24 January 2008
Aussie Welcome
How would you be welcomed to a Dutch firm as a new employee? Well, a cup of coffee, a piece of pie. That's about it. Here in Australia they'll grease up the Barbie and open a couple of beers. Indeed: the second day at work was welcome day, and at noon we fired up the Barbie (single most important office equipment unit at my employers). So everybody drops whatever they were doing, grabs a beer and BBQ’s away. Nice salads, bread and pasta.
I talked to most of my colleagues and found out that three of them own powerful motorboats (yeehaaa: I'll be waterskiing this year) one owns a 40 foot yacht (I am sailing, I am sailing...) and one is a Kite Surfer (Yay finally, it's been too long).
A couple of beers later, it was time to visit my first client.
I talked to most of my colleagues and found out that three of them own powerful motorboats (yeehaaa: I'll be waterskiing this year) one owns a 40 foot yacht (I am sailing, I am sailing...) and one is a Kite Surfer (Yay finally, it's been too long).
A couple of beers later, it was time to visit my first client.
Monday, 21 January 2008
Arrived
I’m going to keep this short and sweet as I have a ton of things to do and am still jetlagged like… like… well I am very jetlagged.
A horribly long trip, I have no other word for it… horrible. Apparently we’ve landed in Kuala Lumpur somewhere Saturday, I really can’t tell. Furthermore it seems that we’ve also stopped at Sydney where the last plane is supposed to take off at 23:00. We took off at 22:59.
So now we live in between the Sunshine Coast and Surfers Paradise, not far from Gold Coast and next to Paradise Beach. They call it Brisbey Land and so far it’s fabulous. Really nice indeed. Extremely nice even!
The apartment is amazing. It has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a nice view, a complete kitchen, dining table and best of all: it’s right in the middle of the city. To top it off, the fridge was stocked with food and beverages when we arrived Saturday night (very late). I’ll post some pictures soon to give you an impression. Too bad we’re staying here only 1 month.
O yeah, Brisbane does not have daylight saving, so even the city is more to the east than Sydney, we’re still an hour earlier. Which means it’s light at 04:50 and the sun is up at 05:05.
A horribly long trip, I have no other word for it… horrible. Apparently we’ve landed in Kuala Lumpur somewhere Saturday, I really can’t tell. Furthermore it seems that we’ve also stopped at Sydney where the last plane is supposed to take off at 23:00. We took off at 22:59.
So now we live in between the Sunshine Coast and Surfers Paradise, not far from Gold Coast and next to Paradise Beach. They call it Brisbey Land and so far it’s fabulous. Really nice indeed. Extremely nice even!
The apartment is amazing. It has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a nice view, a complete kitchen, dining table and best of all: it’s right in the middle of the city. To top it off, the fridge was stocked with food and beverages when we arrived Saturday night (very late). I’ll post some pictures soon to give you an impression. Too bad we’re staying here only 1 month.
O yeah, Brisbane does not have daylight saving, so even the city is more to the east than Sydney, we’re still an hour earlier. Which means it’s light at 04:50 and the sun is up at 05:05.
Tuesday, 15 January 2008
Invitation in code
Okay,
This is the invitation I sent to my collegues. It's in Dutch and those who read Dutch: good luck decyphering it.
Beste gildebroeders en ambtsbroeders,
Wij percipiëren thans een heuse exodus, nu niet één paladijn u zal apostaseren, maar twee. Dit ´fait accompli´ zal bij u voorzeker een defaitistische, mismoedige en morose gemoedsgesteldheid teweegbrengen. Voorwaar, wij hopen niet dat deze revelatie u in, vergeef ons de uitdrukking, blijheid of een hallelujastemming brengt. Dit zou ons immers perpetueel bedroeven. Desniettegenstaande het vorige en om dysforie in euforie te transformeren, inviteren wij u, met alle soorten van genoegen, bij een libatie ter gelegenheid van onze afmars.
De opulente en potentate gezagsdragers onzer myriade verschaften ons met een importante veelheid aan pegulanten. Dit laatste, gesuppleerd met een complement van onze bezoldiging, stelt ons in staat u te vergasten in een taveerne, alwaar men zich kan laven aan een significante hoeveelheid gerstenat, spraakwater, geestrijk vocht en druivennat.
Wij indiceren dat u in het slotcadens van dit memorandum raadgeving vindt, rakend aan de accurate ´terminus ad quen´ evenals het oord van het culminatiepunt. Tot slot suppliëren wij u geen plenums, convents of pourparlers te arrangeren in de ochtendstond van de posterieure dag, dit, betrachtend mogelijk considerabel hoofdleed en geestelijke absentie.
Hoogachtend,
This is the invitation I sent to my collegues. It's in Dutch and those who read Dutch: good luck decyphering it.
Beste gildebroeders en ambtsbroeders,
Wij percipiëren thans een heuse exodus, nu niet één paladijn u zal apostaseren, maar twee. Dit ´fait accompli´ zal bij u voorzeker een defaitistische, mismoedige en morose gemoedsgesteldheid teweegbrengen. Voorwaar, wij hopen niet dat deze revelatie u in, vergeef ons de uitdrukking, blijheid of een hallelujastemming brengt. Dit zou ons immers perpetueel bedroeven. Desniettegenstaande het vorige en om dysforie in euforie te transformeren, inviteren wij u, met alle soorten van genoegen, bij een libatie ter gelegenheid van onze afmars.
De opulente en potentate gezagsdragers onzer myriade verschaften ons met een importante veelheid aan pegulanten. Dit laatste, gesuppleerd met een complement van onze bezoldiging, stelt ons in staat u te vergasten in een taveerne, alwaar men zich kan laven aan een significante hoeveelheid gerstenat, spraakwater, geestrijk vocht en druivennat.
Wij indiceren dat u in het slotcadens van dit memorandum raadgeving vindt, rakend aan de accurate ´terminus ad quen´ evenals het oord van het culminatiepunt. Tot slot suppliëren wij u geen plenums, convents of pourparlers te arrangeren in de ochtendstond van de posterieure dag, dit, betrachtend mogelijk considerabel hoofdleed en geestelijke absentie.
Hoogachtend,
Friday, 11 January 2008
Idiots and Maniacs
The stress of moving, the social duties, lack of sleep and assuming decisions made are taking their toll. On a usual day I am steady as a rock in a sea of tranquility, but NOT today!
Today I consider anyone driver slower than me a complete idiot and anyone driving faster an utter maniac. In my rearview mirror I saw two of these maniacs trying to overtake me. ‘Thou shalt not pass’ I heard myself say and I tried to keep up with them. In vain… Frustrated and very pissed I saw a Porsche drawing near in my rearview mirror. ‘Thou shalt not PASS!’ I screamed out so loud the lady in the car next to me must have heard: she looked little worried. With foam on my lips and sweaty palms I engaged pursuit. Unfortunately the car I was driving has absolutely no chance in hell of ever catching up with a Porsche. I chose not to defy logic by trying to catch a sports car with a family car and returned to my natural state of steadiness. Next time I encounter a Porche he’ll eat roadside I promised myself grinding my teeth.
Today I consider anyone driver slower than me a complete idiot and anyone driving faster an utter maniac. In my rearview mirror I saw two of these maniacs trying to overtake me. ‘Thou shalt not pass’ I heard myself say and I tried to keep up with them. In vain… Frustrated and very pissed I saw a Porsche drawing near in my rearview mirror. ‘Thou shalt not PASS!’ I screamed out so loud the lady in the car next to me must have heard: she looked little worried. With foam on my lips and sweaty palms I engaged pursuit. Unfortunately the car I was driving has absolutely no chance in hell of ever catching up with a Porsche. I chose not to defy logic by trying to catch a sports car with a family car and returned to my natural state of steadiness. Next time I encounter a Porche he’ll eat roadside I promised myself grinding my teeth.
Thursday, 10 January 2008
Complicated agenda.
We try to avoid the void we still call home and we manage pretty well actually: We leave in 9 days and this is what’s left to do: 4x to the restaurant, 3 parties, leave one weekend as lovers and one evening with grandma. Unfortunately we live in the Netherlands where most bills are settled the Dutch way. (going Dutch, rings a bell?) so I should be completely broke and utterly poor just before my flight leaves. I am pretty sure they have pasta and peanut butter in Australia so I should be fine for the first months. Besides, I hear the weather is quite good this time of year, so I’ll trade a comfortable hotel room for a cardboard box by the beach any day.
Saturday, 5 January 2008
Moving stuff
Everything we own is now at my father’s; neatly stowed away in boxes. My back is broken in three places, muscles ache in places I didn’t know exist, I’ve lost a pint of blood and my general condition is poor. “All moving is war” as one can read in the book the art of moving: Sun Tzu.
My house is now like the inside of an empty carton of milk. White walls, white ceiling and absolutely nothing in it except for our window to the world (TV) and a bed. Fortunately my wife was kind enough to treat me with a massage. Still, I don’t want to do that again this year. Oh yeah: I’d probably be a drooling mess if it wasn’t for my good friend Flipse who helped me out moving our stuff! Thanks for the help mate! I owe you one.
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