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.

Destinations

"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..

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!?

Days and holidays

We ended up to anchor in small mining town Dampier and I find myself doing construction work in supermarket..
O' how romantic :)
But in the evening I can go back to boat, get rid of clothes, (covered by sweat, construction dust and red sand) climb on roof, jump to the ocean and say;
"Could someone pass me a green can? If you can!?

Next week I'll have a holiday too. I'll drive to the dessert, to camp and looking for kangaroos and rocks. Or I'll sail with Oelin's folk to some peaceful bay to wonder this beautiful world!

Merry Christmas!

Under the Southern cross

Ten days we sailed on Indian ocean, Captain Warwick, Tj, Jonas and me. On calm nights I took my bed and slept on a deck under the stars and when the ocean showed a little bit of her powers, I rocked from one side to other. I melted.. I totally fell in love with the life on a sea; it's slowness, silence and song of the stars and wawes.

And finally I stepped on solid ground in Broome.
Have I came to some weird planet?
Australia here I am!

Now it would be time to learn to speak Australian language ,make some plans and look for a job.
But the ocean is whispering to me and Oelin is on it's way around Australian continent, so I might stay few more days and sail further south..

Finally

The yacht is almost ready to go and in few days we'll head to Oz!
I wave goodbyes to Kupang.
And I say thank you for people,
thanks for the help,
and thanks for beautiful moments in this weird city!

November

Rhythm of seasons is taking over me. Inside me I hear and feel the sounds of northern Autumn. But these surroundings doesn't support my feelings; I feel the warm see breeze on my face, walk on white beaches and relaze on shadows under coconut trees.
But now and then I sat inside of my mind, put a blanket over my shoulders, listen to Anthony, Gave, Cohen, and on light of candles I take sip of red wine..

Now I just look at the see and wait.
I wait for a boat.
I wait for a new visa to my passport.
I wait for something to happen.
I wait for something special to happen.
I wait for full moon.
And I wait for a boat...

Waiting

I just wait and wait
and try to be..

And dry soil of West-Timor is waiting for the rainy season, the Sun show all it's powers and temperature rise up to 35°C already in 9AM. Daily power cuts in Kupang turn fans off, I sweat and can only repeat again and again:
"Panas, panas!"

Helsinki-Uluru chapter 6. is out soon! The letter will include my journal from my time in heat of Cambodia and a tale called "The green pearl" with drawings by Lars Kastilan.