23/09/2012

Glorious Victoria




Moroondah Reservoir - Melbourne's Water Supply


Just in case you have forgotten what I look like...


Moroondah Dam 

Wild Cockatoo




Chandon Vineyard- Yarra Valley

11/06/2012

Tasmania!







Hobart, Waterfront


Mole Creek

Marakoopa Cave, Mole Creek



Cataract Gorge, Launceston


20/05/2012

Die Prince-Polo-Konstante

Nur wenige werden diesen mysteriösen Post verstehen....


...doch es gibt Dinge im Leben, die einem durch ihre bloße Präsenz einen kleinen Schrecken einjagen. Warum verfolgst Du mich Prince Polo?


Memories, oh sweet memories.


Der kleine Prinz hat die Überfahrt nach Melbourne geschafft.
Gesehen in einem polnischen Delikatessen-Laden. 





13/05/2012

No worries mate!


After having spent almost five months on this remote continent I have come to a conclusion. Or maybe it's more of a reinforcing of an already known and wide-spread stereotype. Australians are most certainly the most relaxed people I have ever been among. Fair enough, I think people living on a tropical island like let's say Fiji might lead a life in even higher disregard of the concept of time, or maybe even Newzealanders, but well, I have never been to any of those places.

Not only are Australians the most relaxed folk I know, but also the ones who have perfected humor and wit. It's fantastic, everyone! You should be here. I'm glad to be here, and although my everyday routine has finally caught up with me, I'm still loving it.

I'll give you a few examples to drive my point home. I quite frequently have to catch buses and recently discovered a little sign that said: "Attention fare evaders: Please thank the paying passenger next to you. They have covered the cost of your journey. Maybe you should offer to mow their lawn." What a most beautiful proof that even Australian authorities don't take things too seriously. There's another warning that I quite often see on buses: "Bicycles, surfboards and dogs are not allowed on buses." Now, let me set the scence for you. I live in a very suburban area, which is nowhere near the ocean or even the bay. Noone here would ever come up with the stupid idea to carry a surfboard on a bus - in winter, and in an area that's not even close to any source of water. It just made me smile. Pre-emptively prohibiting a ridiculous event that is most unlikely to occur, and even if there were one or multiple parallel universes, it would not happen in any of these - that almost strikes to be German, doesn't it.

I have been called "German efficiency" on seperate occasions by people that do not know each other. And that sort of made me conclude that I must have this vibe of being ultra efficient, although I have never been as non-efficient as I am right now. It's just that compared to most Australians, I reckon, my German non-efficiency must still be extra efficient in Australian terms. Let me illustrate. After a few days at my new work I was told HOW FAST I was, when I told everyone that that was due to my German inherent and genetically predisposed efficiency they laughed and told me how much they loved it. Let's face it my dear Aussies, you're slack. For real. But I love you! The girl that is supposed to train me can't be bothered showing me stuff unless she hasn't taken ample time to put on her make-up. Also, no man seems to wear a tie at work. Well yes, my company does have a pretty rigid dress code, but somehow that does not seem to incude ties. When I asked my colleagues how much overtime I could count with in the next couple of weeks they told me that overtime wasn't an issue at all, because everyone always leaves the office at five o' clock sharp. And so they do! Overtime is scheduled and you can always refuse to stay longer. Or let's take tea! Everyone loves their bit of tea down-time, a little chit chat in the kitchen, Lipton Darjeeling with a dash of milk, all good and no worries. Well, it sort of makes me wonder how this economy can still be so stable. I recently watched the news and couldn't help being amazed at how much money the government is handing out to families and how much tax everyone always gets back. It's stunning.

Some of my favorite expressions that have found their way into my vocabulary and actually demonstrate quite well how much my personality is being transformed towards slackness are now: „I just can't be bothered“, „I couldn't care less“ or just a simple „I don't care“, sometimes followed by a friendly „All good. No worries.“ Smiley face.

It's getting winter here now, which is extremely aweful, and I can't find words to describe how aweful it is. Yes whinging about how cold and aweful winter can be is also very Australian. They're all spoiled, and I confess I have pretty quickly adapted to this climate which leaves me whinging about how terribly cold it is. By the way – it is terribly cold. It really is. 

Well anyways, I guess that's all for now. More updates to follow soon, my writing mood has finally caught up with me.

Cheers for now, and again my apologies to all those who are still waiting on emails or messages from me! Let's just catch up next year... 


29/04/2012

Some impressions...


City Tram, Melbourne

Brighton Beach, Melbourne

St. Kilda, Melbourne

New South Wales Country


Federation Square, Melbourne

Melbourne Southbank / Yarra River

Chandon Winery, Yarra Valley

25/04/2012

Welcome to Suburbia

Whenever my friends from back home ask me whereabouts I'm staying at the moment, I proudly say: "Sunshine!", usually followed by their expressing utmost envy. A suburb called Sunshine, in the country of sunshine, with sunny beaches, lush palm trees, happy people, free ice cream, no sorrows, and everyone living happily ever after. Well, not really... The name might be a bit misleading, and it might also help to know that this area is commonly referred to as "Scumshine" and "Slumshine". There you go - disillusion. Nevertheless, and some might not believe it, I'm loving it!

Yes there's definitely nicer areas to live in, and definitely more expensive ones too! But I do love the diversity, clashing of cultures, the slight thrill of danger that befalls you when walking down the streets alone at night (which none of my friends has recommended me to do, so I'm not doing it, this is purely theoretical, just so you know). Sunshine is Suburbia. City planning in its purest form, blocks, roundabouts, grocery stores, and houses. Gazillions of houses, all painstakingly arranged in squares, just to make sure everything looks the same. Just to make sure nothing stands out, just to preserve happiness. Happiness is where Suburbia is. Home is where happiness is. And so on... Well, I must say I'm still quite unused to this concept of living your life. I need my occasional escape to the real city. To the CBD, where tons of commuting people create bustling commotion. 

My neighbourhood

I still love Sunshine. Maybe because of all those fantastic friends I have made. Not just maybe, actually most definitely. 

Well, if you think this post is still going to get maybe a bit more interesting, then please let me confront you with the bitter truth, and that is a no. I don't even know what this post is for, I just reckoned it was about time to write something again. I'm actually starting to settle in a bit here, starting to feel really comfortable. Plus we're heading towards winter, which leaves most of us just hibernating and trying to survive. If I told you what temperatures Australians classify as cold it would cause much laughter. A couple of months ago I would have still laughed myself at how pathetic and whiny everyone down here is, but here I am, freezing to death at just 10 degrees. I'm pathetic. 

And last, but not least - here's to all of you, who haven't heard back from me in ages, and whose emails are labeled with a big yellow star in my inbox - my apologies! Well, yes, there's a few who I haven't caught up with lately... Actually heaps, but a few usually sounds nicer and makes me look less like a slacker. 

Cheers! Und auf bald!

27/02/2012

Great Ocean Road

Lorne



Wild koala bear




Aww... Sleeping wild baby koala




12 Apostles

12 Apostles








Loch Ard Gorge