Just to warn you: This post will be a completely unorganised collection of thoughts. It is difficult to put all my new adventures and experiences into perspective just yet.
About a month ago I wrote my last exam and I am happy to say that I have successfully passed all my classes. Immediately after the last exam goodbyes were in order, because as a reward I flew to Sydney with a couple of friends and stayed at Bondi Beach. If you ever want to feel fat, pale, and disgusting, this is definitely the place to go! People jog non-stop, everybody is tanned and surfs. It is the ultimate Australian stereotype.
I was not as upset as I had expected to be. I guess it was because I was still with some friends and it didn´t seem like it was a goodbye. I know that I will probably see most of them again (Sweden, here I come!) and facebook (btw movie is quite good) make life apart easier.
Confirming to the German backpacker stereotype, Tomas and I rented a wicked van (actual name of the company) in Slipknot style and drove up the Gold Coast to Brisbane. I will post some pictures once I am back home and you will get the full image of what it means to drive around in a 200 year old Ford with a message on the trunk "Noone is ugly at 2am". It was quite an adventure, the van overheated once, and going up the hill in second gear and with the speed of 5km/h definitely brought out a sweat or two. Sitting on the passenger seat meant sitting on the engine and thus we had free seat heating in 30 degrees.
For the last couple of days we were staying in some kind of Hippie Hostel in Byron Bay. I was staying in a gigantic kind of tent/tee pee which was definitely a new experience.
When on exchange, from time to time you catch yourself realising the situation you are in right now and asking yourself "How did I get here and what the f*** is going on!?". Well, the last time that happened to me was two days ago when we were sitting in the middle of the jungle in the camp, with some hippies playing music, the rest hanging out, and bearded dragons and wild bush turkeys walking among the crowd.
Passing by enormous mountain ranges, unbelievable beautiful beaches, petting Wallabies, Cobras and Koalas, meeting random people along the way, and getting stung by jellyfish (bluebottles to be precise and they hurt like hell) we are getting closer to completing the Australian experience.
Tomorrow, we are picking up a van again - this time a MooMoo Camper (yeah, I was asking myself if they have some kind of bet going on who comes up with the most ridiculous name) and we will drive towards the Great Barrier Reef again (Fraser Island and Whitsundays).
To round this up; this is my last blog entry, as I will return to the homeland for Christmas. Exchange is over. Am I sad? Am I happy?
I am ecstatic for having had this opportunity.
I am sad that I have to leave this life I was leading for the last few months behind.
I am excited to see everyone back home again and soon exchange all our stories.
I am sad that I have to wait another 6 months until summer comes again.
I cannot wait to eat good cheese again and drink some nice German beer.
But, most of all, I want to thank my parents for supporting me.
I want to tell Carley, Charlie, Caitlin, Matt, Lucho, Pagina, Tomas, Josefin, Michelle, and everyone else for making a completely strange place a new home. I love you guys and I will miss you (except Tomas, because I will still see his face every day in Tilburg)
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