The post that never was

I wrote a long post and then I deleted it. It might sound trivial, but I realized that it marks a pretty clear distinction for what I want to publish on the Internet and what I’d rather deal with in “private”. I’m not the guy to put all of my feelings on display over the Internet. Maybe I will be some day, probably not. Some things are best dealt with the old fashioned way with people I trust. Do I trust you? Maybe. Probably, as most of the people who read this are my friends.

Now don’t go thinking that I’ve gone all depressed, soft and mushy on you guys. I just have a lot on my mind right now and thought that maybe writing about it would help sort my brain out. It did, but not in the way that I thought. It made me realize that the post that was will never be. And that’s that.

On that note, let’s lighten the mood a bit. After all, I could be worse off than enjoying an ice latte with the sun shining on my face and a holiday back home in Sweden coming up in a week.

I just wiped off a small pool (maybe not a pool, but a moist patch at least) of sweat from where my left hand is resting on the laptop. Eeew.

I’ll leave you with that image as I’ve got a date with my parents for kangaroo-skewers and beer at Little Creatures.

/J

Captains Log, Stardate.. the rest

I kind of fell off the wagon when it came do the daily updates on my trip. I blame the quite sporadical cellular reception along the WA coast.

More water, more gorges, more snorkeling and hanging out with turtles, rays and sharks. That’s a pretty good summary of the last days of our trip. It’s taking the easy way out, I know, but I’ll upload some photos from a proper camera to make up for that.

/J

Captain’s Log, Stardate 4

The wild chase to catch a sunset.

A little bit late with this post, but yesterday was a busy day and I just couldn’t seem to find the time to sneek away with my iPhone (add the fact that we rarely have reception out here).

We spent the day in Coral Bay, went out snorkelling on the Ningaloo Reef and enjoyed the first day of this trip where we spent less than two hours on the bus. The snorkelling was great, perhaps not as colorful as other locations, but the amount of fish and other sea-dwelling animals that we saw was amazing.

In the afternoon we headed further up the coast to Exmouth. Now, our tour guide is a bit of a maverick. He does mavericky things and such. Yesterday was the first time we were actually gettig to the hostel on time. Before dinner, we set out to see the sunset at a lighthouse not too far away. At this point, it’s become kind of thing for us to just barely miss the sunset and our guide was determined to catch it this time. And it had to be at this lighthouse. He raced like a bat out of he’ll to get us there in time, but we slowly saw the sun setting behind a ridge while we were still a fee minutes away. Our guide was still hopeful though. And sure enough, we reached the clifftop just in time to get these three views. The pictures do not give the moment justice, not even the good ones on my parents’ camera and definitely not my phone pics.

It was truly beutiful.

/J

Captain’s Log, Stardate 3.3

Forgot about the ABBA camper. How sick is that?

I want it. My birthday is February 13th. Note the date, make it happen.

Captain’s Log, Stardate 3.2

You can’t appreciate dolphins while half asleep and on an empty stomach.

Woke up at 4.45, then at 5.45 and then I got just before 7. Lucky I’m not to be a mother, because my biological clock is royally messed up. Anyhow, I stumble down to the beach, still not fully awake with a stomach in rebellion due to severe malnourishment (I hadn’t had a snack in hours). Dolphins were hanging around the beach and people were standing in the water enjoying the experience. I just thought thy were a bit boring, so I went back to have some breakfast.

I did go back when I had fully returned to the waking world and it was great. The dolphins were gaplavanting in the water and prancing, if prancing is at all possible in water, along the row of people watching them.

I was lucky enough to get to feed a fish to one of them. Her name is Piccolo and she’s a little bit fancy, they said. I thought – great, just how I like ‘em.

They say dolphins are intelligent. Intelligent enough to be ungrateful bastards, apparently. That floosey just chewed my fish for a bit before she spat it out and swam away.

After that we went on a beautiful cruise on a katamaran and we got to see dugongs, turtles and more dolphins. And birds. Only bird-watchers really get excited about birds though. And bird-watchers are weird. The pelicans were cool though.

Roger, over and out.

Captain’s Log, Stardate 3

Just chillin’ on a katamaran in the Indian Ocean. We gon see some Dugong’s (Seacow).

Holla

/J

Caiptan’s Log, Stardate 2

Ninja-mountaineering and the worlds most expensive goat.

Big day. We went to West Australias answer to the Grand Canyon and it was pretty amazing. The landscape around here looks like something out of a dinosaur documentary. Not that there are any ‘rea’l docu’s about dinosaurs since they weren’t actually big on photography back then, but you get my point. Pre-historic like.

We saw a goat way at the bottom of a gorge. Naturally, I aNted to try and kill it with some long distance rock throwing. I got the prize up to 10.000SEK if I’d be able to hut it in the head with a fatal outcome. It didn’t happen, obviously. But for a short period of time, I am quite certain that the poor little bigger was the worlds most expensive goat. Now that’s somethig.

Tomorrow well head down to the beach and hang out with some bad ass dolphins. They’re also gay ass dolphins. No homo. It’s true, look it up. The dolphins like the bromance.

/J

Captain’s Log, Stardate 1

Now, I’m not the captain of this trip and nor are we travelling through space on missions to save mankind (for those of you who don’t get the Star Trek reference, well, I just told you about it, didn’t I). I like the whole log thing though, and stardate sounds so much cooler than just.. date.

We are on a voyage though, so there is some connection to the Sci-Fi series, the ship especially. Although ours is a bus.

So far, I’ve experienced sleeping on a quite comfortable bus through the Australian outback. We havent gotten very far though, so i dont know if we’re technically in the outback or in some kind of extended backyard.

Our first stop – Pinnacles desert. Quite similar to Gotlands raukar, although you’re unlikely to find any spoiled brats champagne-spraying their dads money away around here.

Moat of the stones look like penises, there’s no way getting around that. one looked like a dude screaming. I had to get a look-a-like shot with Mr. Not-so-penis-looking Stone. That’s his name. I made it up just now and so shall it remain.

/J

Momma would be proud

Me and my flatmates, Carl and Daniel, cleaned our whole place today. I actually enjoy cleaning, as crazy as that might sound. I am a bit astounded by this fact myself, but I guess it’s just the getting started part that’s a pain. When you’re three friends doing it together with the stereo on full blast it can actually be fun.

The nicotine-accompanied beer on the balcony tasted sweeter than ever afterwards. I guess that’s because, for once, we actually truly earned it.

I’m gonna keep this good mood rolling well into the wee hours of the night.

Here’s a Birdseye view of the soon-no-longer Australian resident Rasmus christening our new TV set-up. Out of nostalgia I’ll add another photo of Rasmus. I like this photo. I like this guy.

On top

It’s Friday (I’ve checked - http://isitfriday.biz) and not only that, It’s Friday the 13th. Now, for most people this is considered to be a day representing bad luck, bloody massacres and dudes running around with old-school hockey masks on. But not for me. See, I was born on Friday the 13th and that makes me its master. Friday the 13th is my bitch. That’s right, I said it. Bitch.

This Friday is shaping up to be an exceptionally good one (see, I told you it’s my bitch). I am on top of things at work like I have never been on top of things before, and that says a lot. If nothing goes entirely wrong, like a dude with an old-school hockey mask running in and cutting people up, I’ll be able to leave an hour early and go straight to Sanna and Sebastian’s place for a BBQ and a few beers. Good warm up for a well deserved night out on the town.

Throw me two fingers if you see me stuntin’.

/J