Mermaid in paradise

Hello lovely people, I haven’t written in a while. It’s because I prefer typing on an actual keyboard rather the touchscreen on my tiny phone. God, I miss my typewriter. So I found a coin-operated computer in the mall in Cairns.

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What a week it has been. I went surfing at Surfers Paradise, I went kayaking in Brisbane’s river, and oh my lord, I went scuba-diving on the Great Barrier Reef. I still can’t believe it. This magical world down there, it is absolutely mesmerizing.
I got on the boat early in the morning fairly sure of myself and the fact that I would absolutely not get seasick. 10 minutes after thinking this, I understood that I had no knowledge whatsoever and was sitting at the back of the boat, crying, folded with a bag of ice in my neck. I couldn’t bare it. Every 2 seconds I was thinking: Are we there yet, are we there yet, please let us be there. And: Mommy, where are you? Well the mommy’s appeared in the form of the crew members, who were so sweet and helping and once we got there (hell yes, I made it there without throwing up) I was so afraid I was too sick to go diving, but they told me to calm down, and just go for a swim and go diving later. So that I did, I jumped into the blue blue waters and I felt as I should in an instant. Becoming one with the water and the fish around me. I was okay again. Thank god.
Later on when I was all good again I finally started my dive. Two seconds under water and I kind of panicked, because hell, you’re underwater, and what if I couldn’t breathe anymore? But once again underwater everything was fine. I was completely blown away by everything around me. The greatness of it and the colors and the fish who didn’t seem to care one bit that we were there. And the turtle. I could almost touch it. I wouldn’t of course but it was right there next to me, like it was my best mate or something and I was a mermaid and we were just hanging out and he was eating from the coral. Turtles are chill man, I can tell you that (you also know this if you’ve watched Finding Nemo). Speaking about Nemo! I found him. So cute, Nemo and his dad, lovely. Quite the experience. I would do it again in a heartbeat. It was worth every second of the terrible sickness.

 

Yesterday I went hiking a little trail, here in Cairns. In Mount Whitfield Conservation Park. Well it was rather running than hiking, since I was being chased by mosquito’s and as soon as I stood still for only a second, at least 8 of them would be on my body trying to steal my blood. Those dirty bastards. It was a good workout though. Too bad I didn’t see any cool wild animals.

Tonight (or rather tomorrow morning) I will be flying to Melbourne. Everybody I’ve met so far is telling me how great Melbourne is so I expect a lot from it. And next weekend I’m going to see Ollie at the farm near the Twelve Apostles so I’m super excited about everything. Not planning too much, just letting it happen.

It’s crazy the way you meet people when you’re travelling. Everything is in fast forward. You speak to people as if you’ve known them forever and then the next day they’re gone, off to other parts of this amazing world. There is so much to see, so much to do. And sometimes it feels like everything comes together. And everything is as it should be. And you take something and you give something with everyone you meet and everything you see. It all adds up to something. It’s like there are all these individual lives and they cross and then you take the things you like and try to love the things you took, and then you take that love you made and give to someone else who caries it on to the next place. The next destination. And so you travel with them. We all spread out like that. Just some of us a little further than others.

“What if I forgave myself? I thought. What if I forgave myself even though I’d done something I shouldn’t have? What if I was a liar and a cheat and there was no excuse for what I’d done other than because it was what I wanted and needed to do? What if I was sorry, but if I could go back in time I wouldn’t do anything differently than I had done? What if I’d actually wanted to fuck every one of those men? What if heroin taught me something? What if yes was the right answer instead of no? What if what made me do all those things everyone thought I shouldn’t have done was what also had got me here? What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?” – Cheryl Strayed

I could travel like this forever. Wanderlust. There is so much to see, so much to give, to take, to do, to discover. Too much. So much to feel.

I’m still taking it all in.

I almost forgot but I just got my photos developed and printed so there are new pictures on photos&videos page! Enjoy.

Keep you posted.

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