It feels like the first week in Australia went whooshing by while sitting in my hotel room, trying to make my body realize what the brain already knew: I’m on the other side of the world – finally! The photos in my phone, however, tell a different story. It seems that along with the crusades made into the beat of the inner city I’ve managed to eat well, sit on the beach and move to a new – and most importantly to a permanent – accommodation. A humanist like myself already sees a bunch of great deeds in this scenario, and as the saying goes “a picture is worth a thousand words”.
In the name of honesty, I do feel obligated to break the illusion a little bit. In addition to the oh-so-wonderful beach life these photos mark out, a valid part of it all is the never-ending sand in your shoes, countless number of wrong buses and trams, and the world’s longest jet lag. I suppose these two realities tied up with each other is what they call an exchange?