For month we planned to go geohunting by the time Fabian and I were both back in Karlsruhe again. So, during the last couple of days, we finally set things up, checked out some GPS receivers and got one from a big only auction house. Ladies and getlemen, I am proud to announce the retrival of our first geo cache. It was spotted today, Friday 16th, at 3:04am. We didn't find it directly although we had the right idea. But luckily enough we gave it a thorough second attempt and so after a total of maybe ten mins of watching around (and being disturbed by the nightwatch) we finally held it in our hands. Felt good! Of course it's back now, but I can tell you it's not the last one we were after.

Although I wasn't really sure if I still wanted to have another stop over after leaving Australia, Thailand turned out to be not to bad or at least very convenient for me. Arriving in Bangkok I felt at the start again: I didn't know shit, did not even have a rough guide or alike. Of course my flight was delayed and so the bus service to the city was long stopped, when I left the terminal building. I takled myself into the taxi queue and shared a ride with an Irish guy who wanted to go to Khaosan Road, where I got myself one of the famous beds in a box. That night was rough.
I spent only one day in Bangkok before I jumped on a bus to Chumpon connecting with a ferry to Kho Tao. That is one of the islands in the south, the smallest on the east coast, to be precise. It is also Thailand's Mecca for divers, and as I did my open water padi on the reef I felt that could be the place to go to have another enjoyable week. And so it came!
I was given some background information before by Kay, one of the Australian dive instructors who were on the dive boat with us. He had told me about Kho Tao and one particular diving school, where he had worked before. As prices are the same anywhere, I decided to follow his recommendation and give it a shot. He had also given me some names of friends to say hello to, I felt that could be a good start.
I had spent the complete night on a coach and added another two hours on the ocean when I finally arrived. Immediately (like seemingly everywhere in Thailand) there were Thais surrounding me shouting about their dive resorts and taxi services. Oh, dude ... but I got used to that quickly and so it became fun just having a little chat with every single one. Though they found out I wouldn't give them my money quite fast they still kept on talking, especially asking. I think the Thais are very friendly people!
I got myself a pickup cab to Big Blue Diving, where I then booked an advanced diving course. That was cool for I had thought about doing it in Australia anyway. Diving is so much fun. First they weren't very confident because of their tight schedules. I was told that I was travelling during Golden Week , where Japan is closed down and half of the people go to Kho Tao. But finally it worked out and I got and instructor just to myself, Mr James Rickert, who was one of Kay's friends. I think I am not supposed to mention that, but I was his very first student as he, after years of being a dive master, had finished his instructor course recently. Very cool.
Actually the days on Kho Tao went by fast and for Sunday I had booked my journey back. I wanted to spend another day in Bangkok, now that I felt more Thailand ready, besides I thought that having a bit of backup to catch my flight on Monday night wouldn't be too bad either. I arrived in the middle of the night again, around 2am, and checked in to the guest house I had used before. Again feeling way better that time. With a Stefan Loose guide I had bought on my first day in Bangkok I started strolling through town, saw heaps of temples, of course the palace and uncounted numbers of buddha statues. I even took part in one ceremony of a bunch of Buddhists, that was there because of an UN festival. Interesting!
Time went fast and finally it was time to take my backpack and catch the airport bus. I was told to arrive early as the ride was one hour. What I really don't fancy about flyinng is the check in procedure. Two hours for an international flight is not even true any more. If you want to have a decent seat or at least to make sure that they don't try to get you off by offering money, that you have to be there three hours earlier, to get a good position in the queue. Of course there were heaps of x-ray screenings again and the baggage weight gamble doesn't amuse me anymore anyway. As I was at the airport around half eight and the flight started late at 1.20am I had five long hours to do nothing. So boring... I have no clue what I did, but I managed to stay alive/awake.
We had caught up during the flight and arrived in Heathrow, where I had a connecting flight to Franfurt, in time. But the disaster happened: we didn't get a taxi pulling us to the terminal and so I spent a fun time on the runway seeing the my chances fading. I ran to the other terminal, as the special bus for the passengers having connections refused to let me board, only for Italian destinations. What the? After getting pulled out during yet another baggage check I knew I couldn't make it and was really pissed off for a minute or so. At least the lounge seats in London weren't to bad.
I finally arrived in Frankfurt around 1.30pm, my sister was kind enough to pick me up and give me a lift to Karlsruhe. How weird being in Bangkok one day and back in Germany the next. Still, so far I enjoy it.

It's my last hours in Sydney, in Australia, in fact even on this hemisphere. And it's good. I am not happy to go, nor am I sad to leave. Or is it both? The last days I spent in Sydney went by fast. I had expected to be bored as my living had changed from my time in Baltic Street, as some of my friends are gone already. But I met others, strolled through the city and said goodbye. It was fun staying at the Abbey again, very interesting to see those who are just about to start their journeys. I didn't feel like a wise men sitting there listening to their plans and expectations, but I could certainly say that I had an idea what would wait for them out there.
Right now I am sitting at a desk at NICTA again, will catch a cab to the airport after lunch. Sounds unspectecular, but for me it was stressing enough as I had to pack up all my belongings to bring them to an airport ready final state (oh how do I hate packing). Past midnight (local time) I'll be in Bangkok, hopefully set up to spend some quality time there, spacing out before good old Germany will get me back. What shall I say? Catch you later, I guess!

So many things happened. But the truly very shitty internet outposts I saw during the last weeks were everything but inviting me to catch up with you here. So what happend after Noosa ... oh boy, here we go!
As I mentioned we wanted to see Fraser Island, we only had one day so we booked an organised tour and therefore got picked up at 6.00am right in front of our hostel in Noosa (the car stayed there for the day). We had to take a ferry and disembarked with out 4wd bus directly at the beach. The day itself was very packed although we felt that we missed out on a lot of things because of the high tide. It was raining a couple of times, too. But at the most important spot, Lake McKenzie we had pure sunshine and the 7th best swim in the world - so we were told.
That night we headed to Brisbane, where me met Greg in the city and followed him to his house. It was so nice staying in such a friendly environment, where there was just no need to keep all valuables with us because of random people sleeping in the same dorms! We spontaneously were invited (or not?) to a party of a fried of Greg (or one of his friends) and had a big night with at least some true Aussies. On Saturday morning I dropped Farhad off at the airport and than started giving Greg some exercise, for more than four hours we walked through Bisbane and even disovered the true size of it's Botanic Gardens. Later we went out for dinner with the Trustpastlovers and followed them to their favourite habitat, a bar in the valley. We stayed to long in regard to our flight the next morning!
Dropping off the car at the airport and flying to Cairns just went fine. And so, only a few hours later, still Sunday morning, we were sitting in one of Cairns many tourists' offices (the only official one) and wanted to check out accomodation. We ended up booking a five dive dive course. We were so tired that it just happened.
It turned out to be a very good decision, the offer was nice. We had two days of training in the pool and then three days on a diveboat out at the Great Barrier Reef. Luckily we decided to do the German course wish helped us into a group of four people with one instructor. It was nothing but fun!
When it came to the boat trip the next cyclone, Larry, was just in front of the coast and so it wasn't sure that we would go out. But as it was predicted he would hit the mainland 500km up north we boarded and had a very rough ride out, leading to half the passengers standing on the deck puking!
Learning under these conditions gave us a lot of self esteems and so it was strange but very very nice to go down as a buddy pair with nobody else but my sister! Our ten open water dives (including a very cool night dive) just went by and sooner than expected we were back in Cairns. The rocking in our head stayed for another two days.
We had four complete days left in Cairns and wanted nothing but to chill out. The wet season wasn't really over anyway, so we had to cope with quite a few heavy showers that demotivated us to do any more daytrips. The weather got way better on the last to days so that we could move our relaxed bodies into the sun, to the water. We spent a fair bit of time with our very cool mates from the boat, starting off with a long party on Saturday. Hope I'll see some of them again!
Then it came to another early checkout and within the blink of an eye we were back an our way to Sydney, partly even back on the way to Germany! Yesterday I hugged my sister goodbye and sent her off, she's back in Frankfurt already!
So I am back in Sydney now, for a couple of days. Actually I am sleeping not only in the very same hostel but also in the very same bed as during the first weeks here. Isn't that crazy?

... as we left the Gold Coast yesterday. The trip is really going great for us. After Byron we headed to Nimbin, the biggest, most clichee hippie town ever, and later to Surfer's and had a really great day leading to a really long night for Farhad and me. We did the Big Night Out, a pub crawl organised by four hostels. What could I say?
After keeping the car parked for one complete day, this morning we drove up to Noosa, leaving Brisbane aside. Here we checked another great beach and coastal town. Okay, they are somewhat similar, but still nice. Tomorrow we gonna see Fraser Island before driving into Brisbane, where I gonna catch up with Greg. He will show Kristina and me around on Saturday. A private guide - great, isn't it? Farhad is gonna fly back to Sydney on Saturday morning and we'll fly up to Cairns on Sunday.
One more thing: The left driving thing is working out and I noticed how much I missed steering! Could be linked to all these awesome roads we have to take!

So we're on the road! It wasn't too easy getting started, and very spontaniously we picked up a third ally for the whole thing as well! It's my (former German flat-) mate Farhad. We picked him up from Cherrybrook and then drove up to Port Macquarie, Coffs Harbour and Byron Bay (at the Gold Coast) where we are at the moment. It's sooo sunny and the biggest problem I have at the moment is finding new shorts in one of the many beachfront shops. Still we won't stay much longer, it's very crowded and kinda stereotype. It's only one week, so I can stand that, I guess. And I wanna see Surfer's paradise anyway. But first we gonna go to Nimbin, then Surfer's, then Brisbane, Fraser, Noosa ... sorry, the beach is shouting for us! Catch u later!