Yesterday was not only New Year's Eve, but my first vacation day. I thought so anyway, when I got up at 4 in the morning to call Janna, Malin and Simi. I reached after all and went to Simi a fun phone call back to my room. At 6 I put Shaun the puppies (Jonny) to bed, so bite me, scratch and Schleck attacks from the torn country of dreams. Since I wanted my first day off so even sleep properly read and cozy after a hard day's paper or Lego construction:) wish I locked the dear Jonny again and slept on a cozy and extensively. For half an hour. Because Tracy was then stormed in and told me my Luxussuit short and sweet, that in the fish factory where she works, temporary help is needed. Shaun could not work unfortunately (he had a foot injury .... hmmm so within 3 weeks, a sprained ankle, a torn toenail in the center and now a Flesh wound in his heel. The first two injuries, he moved within two days of each cycling. Barefoot. Drunk ..... for the flesh wound, he offered a sprint over large stones (such as the River Elbe and also as close anneinander). Faced with this masterpiece the auctioneer not hesitated long and Shaun got his wonderful flesh wound for which he had indeed reciprocated. {It may be that the previous sentences are a little too metaphorically ......}) Back to basics: I could not of course say no and I enjoyed another working day. It was definitely an interesting experience to wash one day, crabs and pack, but I fear that I am at this Job would get bored pretty fast. At least I tried crab meat. Could be eaten more frequently, if only it would be not so warm. At 37 degrees at 8 o'clock in the morning until I develop no Hungergefuehl (except to recover fruit:) I can always eat here)
Sylvester I, after the pub atmosphere is not really wanted to pay, spent in a backpacker hostel. Apart from me (I was the driver) were all there, drunk, incredibly good humor and very outgoing. At midnight all the many into the arms of his unheeded, whether you're from Africa, New Zealand, China, Japan, Korea, Germany, France, Nepal, Italy, Canada, etc. was whether one had ever seen before, or whether you, like Tracy, was not even backpackers. On the street outside the hostel which probably only 2 rockets were ignited across Bundaberg (Feuerwerkskoeper are banned and the public fireworks a lot). We and many other jumped as we were in the rather large pool and we were also surrounded by perhaps hundreds of radiant joy, singing backpackers. This New Year I'll probably remember soo fast.
Happy New Year!
Timm
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