Mucha gente me dice que porque no duermo en la noche, sufro de insomnio?
Pues no lo creo, muchos no entienden el porque de mis desvelos, tal vez dota sea una respuesta me gusta la noche porque en ella encuentro la paz y tranquilidad que en el día no puedo encontrar, prefiero la noche mil veces, puedo escribir y suelo fluir mas que en el día, siempre escogería la noche - es perfecta para mi soledad .
Podrán decir que me he vuelto muy cruel, muy duro, frío , etc ...
pero nadie sabe lo que paso dentro de mi, no estoy apunto de matarme y mucho menos ando triste, son un montón de sentimientos negativos que no me dejan ser feliz del todo. El porque de mi forma de ser tan seria , solo es para que nadie se vuelva a burlar de mi jamas, de esta manera nadie podrá traicionarme, me surro en aquellas personas malas.
Quisiera ser muy feliz a tu lado, pero cosas pasadas no me dejan en paz, suelo olvidarme de cosas cotidianas tontas, pero un daño se queda grabado en mi ser, como si viniera de fabrica, no me pongo caprichoso,ni botado, ni de hacerme rogar, son tantas cosas dentro de mi, tan complicadas, tan molestas, tan insoportables , que si me pongo a pensar en cada una de ellas, nunca encontrare una sola respuesta, es por eso que desarrollo mi soledad para poder convivir conmigo mismo, aprendo a quererme y amarme y al mismo tiempo quiero hacerme mierda por completo, tan solo quiero una vida tranquila lejos de este planeta lleno de tontos humanos, una vida tranquila solo eso, no dinero, no fama , no riquezas, no poder, tan solo poder respirar aire limpio y con gente buena alrededor, no enfermedades ni cosas malas, en fin solo transmito un poco de lo que puedo producir a esta hora 3:41a.m.
Despite travelling Oz for over a year and half, and despite being voted the best city to live in the entire world, it's taken me this long to finally step foot in the cultural cul de sac that is Australia's other big city – Melbourne.
There's no particular reason other than I haven't bothered yet, so a two week sightseeing holiday with Mother was the perfect excuse, especially as our flights from Alice Springs to Sydney were going via Melbourne anyway!
We booked into a swanky Travelodge (well, comparatively swanky considering we spent the last few days sleeping on the Outback floor) and had a wander round the city.
You'd think the city being built in a massive grid-like system would make it easy to navigate. But on the contrary, to us map-illiterate tourists, it just meant everything looked the same.
But I guess getting lost is part of the fun, and after circling around for a bit we found a nice little alley to sit outside and enjoy some authentic (and wheat free) Italian cuisine.
We then happened upon the Melbourne 'Chill on' Ice bar. Now I've heard about these place - they have them in London, New York, even little old Perth, but I'd never ventured inside a room that – from the pictuers at least – looks like the inside of that ice hotel from 'Die Another Day'.
(This is not me and my Mother, this was taken off their website as no camera's were allowed)
Though not on quite the scale of a James Bond set-piece, this interesting little bar was worth a visit. We paid our entry fee, donned our deep blue ice-poncho's and headed into a small, chilly room filled with impressive sculptures (they carve new ones every month) ice stools (as cold as they sound) and a decent (if not overpriced) little bar.
As it was fairly late at night on a weekday, we were the only people who thought paying $60 to sit in a sub-zero room whilst somebody's 'party' playlist murmured out the speakers was a good idea, but it did mean we got to the bar no trouble and had plenty of time to perfect our poses in the photo booths.
After 27 minutes of examining the sculptures and bothering the barman we decided it would be nice to feel sensation in our digits once and headed back into the warmth. I know it was exactly 27 minutes because the timer outside the door taunted us with the fact we were only 3 minutes from 'surviving' the whole half hour (a time limit neither of us were actually aware we had). Turns out all those years training through the welsh winters were for nothing!
The following day we found Centre Place, a beautifully quaint ally filled with a hotch-potch of little cafe's, ancient architecture and buskers playing accordians.
But of course, this being Melbourne, we spent a majority of our time wandering the streets in search of some quirky, colorful street art.
We found Giant futuristic cane toads and tiny little jack Russell's, but we hit the jackpot once we stepped foot in Hosier lane, which really was one of the most impressive art spaces I have ever seen. This cobbled street and its adjoining alley were plastered, roof to gutter in sprawl, sketches and massive murals. It almost made up for the fact we couldn't find the Melbourne Banksy.
We ended our daytrip in the Melbourne parks and gardens (in spite of both our terrible map-reading skills) spending our last few hours in the city relaxing in the unexpected sunshine.
After a mere 24 hours we were back in gloomy wet Sydney. Though this is a city best enjoyed in the blazing sunlight – and we were having nothing of the sort - we did find a couple more (sheltered) sights to enjoy in the vicinity that were not pub lunches.
We went on a fairly interesting and cheap walking tour of the Opera house.
As you would expect from a hour-long stroll around one of the worlds most lauded architectural feats there were tales of construction delays lasting years, budget's completely busting the bank and a reminder that the winning design was very nearly rejected by the Sydney council.
Another Australia 'must-do' that I've yet to experience is the Harbour Bridge Climb. If I'm honest, its mainly the $200+ asking price that has put me off in the past, but knew Mother would enjoy it thoroughly, as would I, plus I am earning a fairly decent Aussie wage, so I sucked it up, dug deep and booked us 2 spaces.
The Roberts's opted out as they 'didn't fancy it' (pussies) so myself and the mother walked past the 'under construction' Glenmore hotel at the top of the rocks and into the impressive stone entrance arch of the bridge climb centre.
There were plenty of spots available - they go through around 2 dozen tours every day – so we just turned up around 3ish and were sent straight upstairs for the safety briefing (It is however worth booking in advance for the sunrise / sunset tours).
The safety briefing mainly consisted of putting on funny looking items of safety gear and discovering that throwing things off the side of the bridge is quite dangerous (No shit!), and half an hour later, we were ready to take on Sydney's most impressive monolith.
The first part of the tour includes a wander through the lower regions of the bridge, with our lively tour-guide telling us all about the history of the bridge and tales surrounding the construction (some engineer fell off the bridge, nearly died then became like a local celebrity) before we started the steep ascent up around the South-east pillar.
Watching tour-groups do this part from the ground looks terrifying, not just because of the height, but because you appear to just be walking along nothing more than a large wire. Thankfully, this isn't quite the case – there is a substantially sized staircase helping us up the pole – but it is damn high.
(Photo's of me and Mother climbing the bridge by Jake Roberts)
We paused between stories and views to take photo's from the best spots, and this is where tourguide recounted the time he photographed Usain Bolt, that one off of Desperate housewives and the entirety of Oprah's audience during her Ozzie jaunt.
It was at this point the clouds we first spotted an hour early arrived above our heads and emptied. But you know what, not even rain could dampen our spirits. If anything, watching the downfall roll over this never-ending city, weaving around the strobes of sunlight and patches of blue sky just made the whole experience more magnificent!
Three whole hours and 10,000 steps later, mother and I picked our favourite pictures from the tour, winced at the cost of buying 3 then headed off to meet the Roberts in Max Brenners.
This chain of chocolate cafe's is always a highlight of my day – I can't get enough of strawberries dipped in melted chocolate - so i guess we mainly went for my benefit, but I'm sure mum and the Roberts enjoyed some high-quality confectionery also.
One Australian attraction that is a bit harder to track down than most can often be found scurrying around rural greenery at night. But as I had happened across possums many, many times during a late-night short-cut through Hyde Park, I thought we might be able to spot them without having to venture out of the city.
And to our luck, they were out in full force tonight, spotting not one, not two, but three whole fully-fledged 'Strayan icons strolling across the pathways, foraging around in the undergrowth and generally being nonplussed that a group of Welsh tourists were cooing and squealing not 3 feet from their faces.
So considering everyone's enthusiasm for all things wild , of course we spent a day at Taronga Zoo. Though there wasn't quite the same thrill knowing there was no chance you could catch rabies, everybody thoroughly enjoyed their day at New South Wales's premier animal enclosure.
Of course we spent most of our day tracking down the local specimens – koalas, kangaroos, cassowaries and the like – but we still had time to fit in the elephants, leopards and some particularly cute little meeracts.
My Mother's visit to Australia was also the perfect opportunity to introduce her to my other half Emmanuel, and he saw a meal in the uber-expensive revolving restaurant at the top of the Sky-tower as the perfect opportunity to get in her good books.
His plan worked a treat as both mother an I were in awe of the fantastic food (roast chicken – drool) as well as the spectacular view of the glittering Sydney skyline from above!
That made for a pretty decent last night in Australia for Mother. The following day was spent having a quick wander around the Rocks markets and one last glance at the the sights of Circular quay before Mother and Jane shed a couple of farewell tears as Dan and I bid farewell to our families for now.
But luckily for us, we still have 6 months in this beautiful country. Score.
