Halli, hallo
I am today with Muriel - a Swiss mother, with whom I've spent the last few days - arrived in Sydney. Our first trip to the Opera House (was not overwhelmed) and the Harbour Bridge (a Madness) was terminated by a sudden downpour. Meanwhile, I have but I got used to the rain, without the issue here is not much apparently. The 320 sunny days per year may exist in tourist guide, laughs about it here, only one.
I will split my stay in Sydney. 'm Going to stay another 3 days here, then spend a few days in the Blue Mountains, and then for the Davis Cup again to return back here.
So now, but to the visual impressions of the last days, with brief stories.
This gravel brought Kevin and me in the Snowy Mountains. The nature and the heavens gave wonderful color spectacles, houses here are sown really rare. We met on one was our first thought is always the same: "Who lives here?"
Here is a first Beweisstueck. The climb to Mt Kosciusko brought us into contact with the white splendor. I know it is sinking in the snow. But even here it messes up every now and then.
This lake would persuade us to over 2000 meters to a cooling. No chance.
A view over the largest ski resort in Australia. Sounds good, compared to Oestererreich but it is to peanuts. Also on this higher other dominant eucalyptus.
After I was flat in Narooma one days, was our next stop Ulladullah. There We also once again stalked through the undergrowth. Then they parted ways from Kevin and me.
A word about Ulladullah. The landlady of the backpackers had a ban on paranoia, the whole hostel was a ban. Alone in the kitchen resplendent 18 signs, which had to do it or to abstain.
The only room in the historical building where they could exercise without rules, was the toilet. Too much of freedom, we designed two temporary signs. In addition to the
Toilettenpapierbehaelter: "2 sheets a shit"
On the door to the toilet: "Maximum 1.25 kg a person a shit day"
At Muriel is it that since I do not feel lonely. She comes from the Bernese Oberland, sings worse than me, spent three days with me in Jervis Bay, as I love Hugh Grant and was slipped today with their flip-flops at Darling Harbour.
kick-off for the first beach kick. Oesterreichische Finesse (I + Alex from the home team) on unfamiliar ground. Please note the adjustment. The dog from our Accommodation in Jervis Bay tortured ball needed boots and high-drawn piece.
not the famous one-step late.
Please leave what's going on with you.
Martin
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