November 8, 2009

The end

'Khattam-Shut' he said slowly, 'is the Arch-Enemy of all Stories, even language itself. He is the Prince of Silence and the Foe of Speech. And becouse everything ends, becouse dreams end, stories end, life ends and at the finish of everything we use his name. 'It's finished' we tell each other 'it's over. Khattam-Sud: The End.'
Blah-the Shah
-Salman Rushdie: Harou and the sea of stories-

October 28, 2009

October 6, 2009

September 26, 2009

A joy

I ate some almond ice cream and moved to Lao.

September 10, 2009


How to get used to constant leaving.
How to get used to all these farewells.
New friends, shared moments, joys and sorrows... brotherhood.
Sometimes I would like to be the one who stays.
But once again I pack my bag, say quickly Hi. And whenever I jump on a new ferry, I'm between past and future and I know that my mind will wonder to the dreams of tomorrow. But same time I will look backwards hoping that we'll meet again, when the time is right, when the time is ready..
And a tear on my eye I'll whisper a message to the winds:

My friend, my dear brother and my beautiful sister!
Sampai jumpa lagi - Untill we meet again!

August 29, 2009

Helsinki-Uluru chapter X

In Bitung I wait for the next ferry to Java. I spoil myself in too expensive hotel, try to write and update my broken English letters (Sorry friends, that I have been so slow with those!). On the streets I take daily lessons of Bahasa Indonesia and mostly I just try to rest and to prepare myself to oncoming run to Helsinki. There will be too long ferry/bus/train journeys, too quikly changing cultures, languages and friends..
But I guess I'm ready.
It's time to go home.

Hki-Uluru chapter X finally on the paper. From the letter you can read about my journey from Kupang to Dampier and a fictitious tale called "Old man and a bench". And the next chapters are ready soon!

-Please order a letter, read more and help me to home -

August 22, 2009

There ain't straight roads in Indonesia

Sailing yacht Maralinga will soon change the course towards Australia and me as I worried before, got a bit stuck in North-Sulawesi. I go to the office and ask about ferries, is there one and where and when? And I get an answer: "Yes, there is one next week.. or no, yes next one is after one month.. and oo maybe there is small ferries on west coast.. yes there is some in few days.. O no there is no ferries" OK, OK.. I understand and don't understand. And I drive again around town seeking for a office or a person who would have a correct information. But is there such a thing in Indonesia? I really don't know!

But beside all the hassle, dificulties and grazynes I just love this country! My heart is beating to this soil, these islands, moments, brothers and sisters and I would like to understand. I would like to hear one more tale, learn one more word of bahasa indonesia, share one more dinner, share one more Sopi, share one more smile..

But sometimes while I'm walking on the streets my mind is yelling:
"Please girls, stop smiling to me... you are too beautiful!"

August 6, 2009

July 29, 2009

Learning new things part II

Concrete is solid.
It's harder than my fist.
So, even how tired, frustrated, pissed off you are, still DON'T punch your fist to wall of concrete boat! Or if you really have to do it, then use your left hand. (Or vice versa if you are left handed)

July 28, 2009

Satu dinggin bir Bintang, makasia!

Powered by wind we crossed Indian ocean, Timor sea, Banda sea and sailed 600 nautical miles from Darwin to Ambon. And here I am in a capital of spice islands. I'm tired, but happy. I smell the familiar fragrance of Indonesia and I'll lit a clove gicarette and open a cold Bintang beer - or maybe few...

July 17, 2009

I'm heading home

What does it means?
I don't know.
But anyway it feels good: Journey to home.
How long it will take? I don't know.
Some route to Helsinki.
I have some plans, I have many dreams, but I don,t know.

What do I know!?
I'm at Darwin now.
I have a home, a tent on my friends garden.
Wheather is warm.. it's a tropical dry season, you know.
There is music on the streets..storytelling on the teather.
Friends here and there from here and there.
I like this place.
I'm happy today.

And there is a boat in marina.
Captain John and big boss Jenny.
Tomorrow we'll lift sails, sail towarards Indonesia,
And I'm on my way to home,

June 29, 2009

The moon

A bed on a roof of a jeep.
Yellow smile on the sky.
New moon, new start.
I'm heading home!

Uluṟu - Earth mother

Ancient beat.
A path stepped by millions tourists.
Dreaming and sacret sites of Anangu people.
The rock smiles, so do I.

June 24, 2009


New friends.
A hired car.
This moment, this day.

And I'm there. Somewhere.
About 16 months I have been wondering towards Uluru. But time and distances get mixed up in my mind: Kilometers, mails, hours, days and months. Was it yesterday when I started this journey,
or was it ten years ago?
And from where? Towards what?
And who it was who left?
Was it me?

June 21, 2009

A winter day

Yellow leaves on grass.
Lonely bench on a park.
Early Sunday morning and the city wakes up.
Swans are black and pelicans look like dolls,
but the air of Adelaide smell like Helsinki on September, today.
I step on a train (again..)

Me - Uluru 1650km

June 17, 2009

3660km to Uluru

And the journey go on..

June 3, 2009

Sign in - sign out

I put my signature on (re)sign paper and say farewells to one of the oddest jobs of my life. There is only three working days left, so about 30+ hours practice of patience and fitness. And on next week I'll be a ex beef pusher!

May 24, 2009

New things

Just yesterday, after six months in OZ, I realized that Sydney isn't the capital, it's Canberra. (Canberra what!?)

Little speak:
How are you? How's going mate?
Slowly I learn, and slowly I pick up this Australian accent. And finally I start to be able to answer to people, (not just murmur something to my beard) and somehow I even start to enjoy those little conversations: Early in the morning a smile and few words in a clothing store, or a girl on a shop's desk, her beautiful eyes and some small talk.
But quite often, and more often in a work under a constant noise on a background I just stare with big eyes: "What, What??" and answer: "Goog, good" Or without understanding what the other person is asking I just raise my shoulders and say: "I don't know.."

May 5, 2009

Time to time

It's Autumn. And I sit outside of my shed and stare at the milky way and just wonder. I wonder where am I? Where am I going to? And time to time I ask to myself why do I write these notes and letters anyway? And why do I try to write these also in English!?

Sometimes I just be.
And if I see a shooting star I ask:
Who am I?

April 18, 2009

Blood and incenses

I have a mosquito net and a bed on a table.
I have a peacock's quill and a fragrance of incense.
I have a job; blood, carcasses and a pain in my muscles.
I have a day off; comic books, juggling balls and a devil's stick.
And for a moment I have a home, on a shed of my friends.

April 4, 2009

A door

Thanks for all of you who have been ordering my stories. With your help my noodle bowls have been full and spicy all the way to down here. But somehow I have to find some "own" money. Someway I have to pay visas, train, bus and ferry tickets on my coming journey towards the Northern star.
So now I'll stay in Woodford for a while and Uluru must wait.
Now I try to be brave and work for two months.
Tomorrow I'll open a door to my new job. A door witch I thought I'll never walk through. But tomorrow I will.

There is sign on the door.
And on the sign there is written:

April 1, 2009

To the East

Pass the mining town Kalgoori, through the emptiness of Nullarbor plain and weird atmosphere of Broken Hill, atmosphere full of silver tears the train took me to Queensland. And on the last stop there was my friend waiting for me. A Old friend of mine from the wild streets of The Eastern Finland.
Half asleep, half awake I sat on a kitchen table of Layne's family, and happily I took a sip of Finnish coffee.

March 27, 2009

Indian Pacific

To get a job I move to the East. I put my last pennies to the train ticket and step onboard. Almost 5000km of rails, 4 days and 4 nights of travelling. Why I don't fly? I don't want.

March 19, 2009

To the streets of Freo..

Today I packed my gears, moved back to onshore and said goodbyes to Oelin. It's my time to move on, find a job and SOON and seek for my path to the red rock.

Thanks Oelin!
Thanks Warwick and TJ!

February 28, 2009

My mind, full of dreams

A brand new starter motor is ready to rock and roll.
Sails and lines are ready to go.
Fresh water tanks are full.
Food and some wine in a hatch.

And off we go.
The journey towards the south continues.
Dongra-Jurien Bay-Lancelin-Rottnest-Fremantle
A week or a month?
Who knows? Who cares!?

February 23, 2009

Hki-Uluru 8.Chapter

On last weekend in Geralton I celebrated the first birthday of my journey and same time I finally wrote some of my old stories in English (Finglish).
In the 8. letter there is two photos, my journal from Meleka to Kupang, (how I ran through the beautiful Indonesia). And a fictitious story called "Samudera Labalaba"

-Please order a letter and read more
and at the same time help me to travel some miles futher south-

February 20, 2009


A cross in a desert island.
A lonely grave of a fisherman.

Today, I'm feeling blue.
And on my lips, there is a whisper:
I miss.

January 31, 2009

Back to the bay (Fuck yeah!)

"Wish I was a bird,
flying down to earth.
... but I'm stuck in my dreams."

Oelin and her crew of sea gypsies sailed against the winds. She hitted her nose to the waves, but finally we arrived to Shark Bay, where our mission was to salvage two ship wrecks. Other boat was almost in pieces on the bottom of the ocean and the other one still quite OK, just standing on a sand bar.
Ropes, chains and anchors.
Wet and salty water, sweat and swear words.

I fought with ropes and practised new knots; Bowline, Lazy Jack, The eight and a lock, Ordinary hitch and a lock, Italian hitch.. Slowly, slowly I learn, but often on front of me, I see again and again a knot called a Finnish hitch (or Markus hitch). The knot is some weird squiggles, frills and bends. It's slides here and there and doesn't lock anything at all.
But to undo it? It's almost impossible..

January 22, 2009

Reasons to smile

The weather is getting cooler in the south.
The bowl on a table is full of mangoes.
It's good to be alive.

January 12, 2009


"Do you think we are heading someplace good?
Or do you think we are someplace good already?
And we don't have to travel very far
to get where we already are?"
-Soursob Bob-

It's only 4552km to Uluru.
But the road between two points isn't always straight.
I go around and around and someway I feel that I try to avoid it.
But why?

A: There is no straight roads
B: My bag of golden coins isn't heavy enough
C: I don't know what does Uluru means
D: Or maybe I'm just afraid to reach my destination and to say: Here I am.

Anyway now I hear the call of the ocean and with BoniBoni I climbe on a deck of Oelin. Here on Coral Bay we wait for the south winds to calm down, then we'll sail towards south to Fremantle.
And I hope to find some storytellers, some storytelling events and hear again and maybe speak also myself those magical words: Once upon a time..

January 6, 2009

My Crithmas tale

We made a shade and a matres from old sail. We packed some water, fuel and food with us and on the road we were;
the white beauty and two travellers.
(The Ute made in -76, Jonas made in -86 and me made in -77)
We drove pass the bush fires and headed to inland to avoid Cyklone Billy who hang around on coastline. Thousands of kilometers empty road, some weird birds and insects, a lot of red dust under the hot hot sun and of course we saw some cows and kangaroos(some even alive).
Beautiful is this empty land.
But why!?
Why nobody told me that the bush is full of flies!?