Arrived late in the evening to Melbourne after total 17 hours of flying. One had coala experience with sleeping pills as the other had a proper sit-down with over 10 top quality block busters and no sleep. In the destination it all seems somehow off. Our biological clock tells us it’s supposed to be a pale gray light and cold – but it’s now dark and warm night with the southern cross. It’s night when it’s supposed to be day and summer in the middle of the winter. And the traffic is vice versa. It can make you go crazy. Tasmanian beer helps a great deal.
What is this? In the morning we are up for a new surprise. The sun comes out. Natural shame pours over us from the sky. We feel embarrassed over our lack of pigment in our skin. We are not worthy. Then again it seems to go hand in hand with what we’ve got. White skin, white car, white shirts, white everything. We are not proud but we will have to adapt. We will put proper taping on the rental car, wear shades and apply sunscreen. We will manage and eventually survive and live on to have kids and wives and great big families who to tell this tale of heroism and adventure! Just saying.