Now that I’ve finally managed to get my Norwegian life back on track after 8 amazing months downunder, I figured that it’s time to do some post travels writing. First of all I just want to say, if Australia is a place you would want to visit, don’t hesitate. Don´t even sit here reading this shit. Just book your flights and GO.
Second, I miss my Coogee family like crazy! Like, all the way to the moon and back.
After spending a lovely couple of months working nights in Scubar in Sydney and working that tan on beaches during the days, we were off in a lime green and purple camper to make it a coco loco time up the east coast. When the Danish guy heard that I was going to travel with my beautiful, absolute better half Christine, he just wouldn’t let the idea of going with us go away, so suddenly we were Los tres bandidos. The sickest stuff happened to us as soon as we were out of the city jungle and into the eucalyptus rainforest Blue mountains. Sunrises with freshly made pancakes, showers in the waterfalls, and then we had the breakdown in the middle of nowhere where there was only one house for miles. Lucky enough, the owner of that house rolled up in his car not even a minute after we broke down and started helping us. Turns out he was a mechanic! As if that was not enough, his family rocked up with eggs and drinks for us. Best breakdown ever.
Next stop was Hunter Valley, Australia’s wine district. All we basically did was taste the wi.., oops, I mean grapes. I also got the biggest moth crashing into my cheek, so big I actually thought it was a bird. But yeeeah, after seeing, tasting and almost swimming in all that good wine we headed out to the coast again and ended up in Port Stephens, which just looks real sick. From the beginning of the beach you can’t see the end of it, all you see is sand. After we got tired of having sand everywhere, including our nostrils and between our teeth I.e. The journey up to Byron Bay started. All I can say is THANK YOU nipple wankers for making the Byron Bay experience. It wouldn’t have been anything without that group of amazing, inspirational and loving people we got to know there.
After a couple of unforgettable weeks in Byron Bay we headed off to Fraser Island, the worlds largest sand island in the world. Quite an experience cruising around in a 4WD watching dingos going for a casual walk on the beach and sleeping in tents having bonfires every night under a sky covered in stars far away from all the citylights.
And of course, doing it all with my dos bandidos just topped it:
Whitsundays were our next adventure. I´m just going to put it this simple; Three-day cruise, tropical paradise, amazing snorkel (Wait… did ANYONE say schnabi tauhe?)
When los tres bandidos turned into only two, and our most amazing danish guy decided to leave us, we sent him away with 1 minute free falling, which probably gave me the biggest adrenaline rush I´ve ever had. AND THE GUY EVEN LET ME STEER! What a legend, just saying.
After some time Christine and I decided to split up as well, (I know, WHY would we ever do such a thing, right?) Well it was only because we wanted to do completely different stuff. And our little duo had to have a proper closure we thought, then what better way that to scubadive down our “See ya laters” covered in colourful fishies and bubbles! We also found Nemo…
At this point I started doing stuff on my own, and soon my next destination was planned while screaming from my hostel room balcony and over to this British dude; We were gonna drive 3000 km to the heart of Australia, Ayres Rock – Or Uluru if you want.
We basically spent SO many hours driving, and the landscape was the same for days; desert, desert – and desert. But you wanna know the beauty of it all? It really didn’t matter. We put on some good tunes and chatted away the hours. Oh, British people, they’re something else.
Uluru, which is called “The heart of Australia”, is a big, red rock in the middle of nowhere. It is part of a rock feature that actually stretches underground for many more kilometres than above the ground, which measures 3-4 km. The thing that impressed me the most with this massive thingy in the desert was actually the color. Of course the shape is quite awesome as well, but during sunset and sunrise the color changes. It turns into this huge glowing rock, and I found it well worth visiting. This photo was taken during sunset:
Tasmania was my last big adventure this time down under. With no plans, and only one night booked in “The pickled frog” hostel I ended up with three awesome guys roadtripping around Tassie for two weeks. We had two weeks packed with not only breathtaking hikes, but views as well. One day I´ll never forget was the day we woke up in our campervan completely freezing because of all the frost outside and I challenged the guys to go for a morning swim. We all agreed on saving the swim till after the hike we were supposed to do later on. As we ran down from the mountain and jumped into the icy cold ocean our german suddenly screams out “DOLPHINS!” I look around to see about 20-30 wild dolphins. So Mr. Bucketlist – Swimming with dolphing: Check!
Tassie, the land of roadtrips, peppermint tea and timtams, and BONFIRES.
Australia, thank you for being such a beautiful country. For letting me walk around in thongs (Flipflops that is..) all day, everyday. For giving me my best NYE fireworks so far in life. For having landscapes perfectly made for roadtrips. For the most tender and juicy meat I´ve ever tasted, KANGAROO. For giving me the possibility to explore and experience an amazing culture. And finally, Australia: THANK YOU FOR HAVING SCUBAR! My second home, with all the loving people that in some way just turned into this big scubarfamily so naturally* (Did anyone say staffies?)