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!?