After the trek the Germans and I went to the capital (drum drum drum) Hobart.
The main attraction there is a modern art Museum called Mona. This boasts things like the shit producing machine from Belgium artist, anus kisses (like lipstick kisses on paper) and video of a couple slapping each other’s face until one can’t take it any longer. But there are loads of really cool things as well. When watching the dancing and lip-singing “Rowing on the river” video of 2 guys, me and Berna (one of the funniest people I have met) where laughing so hard and imitating the dance, that I think we became the attraction to other people.
In the evening, capital of Hobart had exactly 2 dining places open. A real ghost town, I could not believe it. Some more wine and many more laughs. And next morning my friends left back to mainland.
I went for another hike, Mt Wellington. Figured its nice enough day and as its Labor Day, the town is completely dead anyway. Good choice. I met two girls just at the start of the trek. One German, of course, and one from Taiwan. Never met anyone from Taiwan before, I think. And now I want to go there. Apparently they have heaps of 3000+ mountains there in the centre of the island. And in Taipei huge night markets and the prices are low. And I just really liked her. That’s the problem when travelling, you meet people from so many countries who stories of even more countries and then you want to experience it yourself.
Next day was beach day. Went there with an Irish guy Moggi, who I met in the hostel and who has one meter long eyelashes. I brought food and he brought wine and we were off to 7 Miles Beach. It’s a long long beach, I take a wild guess and say about 7 miles. Water was really cold. But the wine tasted well. I don’t know was it because of the sun or the time of day, but I think I have never got as drunk from one bottle of wine as this before. I still cant figure out what was it. I mean, I fell asleep on the way back from nature toilet. Mind you, it was not 7 miles walk, but perhaps 100m max. I remember I was heading back towards my towel, but just had to sit down. The sand was so warm and soft, I could not resist to just lay down completely. You know like usually you have this resistance to put your head directly on the sand? No problem! An unaccountable time later, Moggi is waking me up. For a while I didn’t get what’s going on, but then I realized, I never made it to my towel. He had fallen asleep as well, at least.
We went for a swim again, it did not help. Went to eat out back in Hobart, it did not help. At midnight when packing my things, I still felt drunk. That’s like 8h later. And it was even harder to sleep, bcs not only had I to think how I should visit Taiwan, but also I was inspired by Moggi’s travelling and convinced that some months in New Zealand and Canada are also to strongly consider.
I’m still far from having realized what I want, but I'm really loving the search and the time off. And yes, not all of it is so serious and I do fall asleep in strange places. But I have met incredible people, heard inspiring stories, seen so beautiful places and different cultures and I think all this has opened my mind in a way that I can't explain now, but will realize later on, looking back.
It has been more than five months since I left Brussels. And there is a bit more than five months left to return.
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