The tall SMS tale continues! Below comes a transcript of a messaging conversation with Klara on the way from Murwillumbah to Sydney. It is not a great literary work, but it has its charm {at least one, as I had to type it on the crappy cheap cell phone without Czech dictionary}. And I needn`t think how to put my last hitchhiking weeks in Australia into a story.
21.12.2007 The first and only today`s lift came out to be a splendid one. I got to a hippie area and I can feel it. Lee took me to his marvelous { em, I am a bit exaggerating, probably under the long-lasting influence of the Anglo-Saxon world} farm. Plenty of fowles, horses, two pythons, five dogs and one parked Hare Krishna cow. Inside many pictures of Krishna Pane and other Hinduism “Chick-chuck Krishnas” {em, I love translating…} The master of the house hitchhiked all the England - Australia way when he was 18, so we found common topics easily.
22.12.2007 It is 8 pm, I am lying in my tent on the cliffs above Coffs Harbour, East coast, Australia. I am thinking over what to do with the half-spent December and endless phone credit. Credit is easy to deal with through this text message for about 10 people {well done, money deducted, message not delivered}. The December is tougher to deal with, as the hitchhiking works excellent. No grumble, I expected a slower travel. If I tried hard, I would get to Sydney tomorrow or the day after. But the lodging is booked from 28 Dec. So I am pondering how to kill the remaining time. I am creeping along the coast watching frogs and sunsets, I have a swim in the ocean every now and then, sometimes I swim among the supermarket shopping sharks. I usually search a place to pitch a tent in the evenings. I am successful this evening, as a praise, I will have a mango and go to “bed”. Good morning Czecho-Slovakia!
24.12.2007 I just finished a chocolate roll cake and cookies await me. I slept through the one but last afternoon and night behind Coffs Harbour, near a golf course. I started off yesterday by an hour-long stroll in a supermarket, but then it got better. A quick lift to Sawtell, wading through a river and 7 km of beach just for me{even with a tv set, see the first picture} At the end of this walk I was welcomed by a hippie community. Unfortunately, the 60s are over, and the hippie girls are over 60. So no free love, but volleyball will do too.
Ta telka je urcite Tatung, diky za reklamu. Do noveho roku vinsuju mladsi hippiny {nebo zkus punkerky, vagus jako vagus - omlouvam se Visacimu zamku} lehky batuzek a tezkou pohodu.
Jo a kredit si setri na charitu, zase se tady nejak divne otepluje.