On my wayyyheyy to Sydneeyy

After what seems ages, I'm back on the blog. Not for long though, sorry ...

Ko PP was nice, no doubt, but I reckon it is nicer when you're 22, haven't burnt yourself, can party all night, every night, sleep for 3 hrs, lie in the sun and then go on partying at the beach. But hey, then you can just as well fly to Mallorca. At least I got a decent tan which will hopefully last a little :o).

What followed the island chill was a trip from hell: 25 hours (!) to Singapore... First I took the ferry from KPP to the mainland (highlight: chatting to a guy from Belfast who was on the way to Brisbane to find a job), then I was hushed into a minivan, driven by "Kamikaze Guy". In Hat Yai (this is so the wrong spelling but who cares, no one wants to go there anyway) everybody had to leave the bus, and in the end it was only me and one guy who were travelling on to SIN. It turned out that he was German too, that we were the only foreigners in this f***ing freezing, air conditioned prison cell, and that the driver thoroughly disliked us from the start. To keep a long story short: after 4 border stops (out of Thailand, into Malaysia, out of Malaysia, into Singapore), us getting constantly lost after the border control, and 3 hours of sleep, I finally arrived in Singapore. And I loved it!! In only 9 hrs (including 4.5 hrs of sunlight), Singapore got to me, and I would have loved to have more time there.

But my flight to SYD was booked, and apart from the bloody annoying Indian guy beside who made funny, nasal sniffing noises for 7.5 hrs (true!), it was a pleasurable experience as I had a little film marathon: I finished (yeah!) "The Social Network", and watched "Tamara Drewe", "127 hours" and "No country for old men" - wowee!!