Hoy mates!
Sorry for this long long silence (I am talking to two readers of this blog, my mother and my sister, big up the chicks). Just
occupied by the least funny part of our Australian trip: the organization's return, aka: sell all your home and enjoy yourself especially trying to refourguer your fan in winter or repeated for the 150th time in your colleagues so that you leave June 26 and no you're not going to make farewell drink (you have to stick you if you love me first!).
visits to re-rent our apartment after another, and yes because in Australia when you leave your housing, tenant without heart that you are, you break the lease! And cruelty of this act is so unbearable (crap goes ...) if you can not find a nice tenant, you are required to pay rent until the end of your lease.
$ 450 per week until end of October from France. Sure no problem. Fortunately the rate of the euro is beneficial. Pshaw not actually ...
We still do not know what city we live (but it will definitely not New York, sniff, bye Big Apple ...), Paris and Grenoble currently vying Kim, the suspense is at its peak! It
that any attempt to project more than 3 weeks in the future is impossible, which poses no problem when you have 5 years but is a little more than 28 leased to manage. Fortunately
autumn is mild this year), large sun and 20 degrees on average for the time being, so we take our last weeks in Australia with a smile. However, the sun always sets at 17:00 at this time of year (not glop). No changes on it despite my proposal to Kevin Rudd to review the positioning of Australia in relation to the time GST.
LITTLE ASIDE
Indeed, the ultimate absurdity of Australia: the sun sets at 17:00 in winter certainly, but it rises to .... 6:30. No but seriously guys what interest?? Who is there at 6:30 to enjoy the sun? We could not slip a bit quick?
And in summer, the sun shines from 5:30, that way you're sure to never make dull fat (unless you live in a cave of course), and even worse if you sleep, as it is 35 degrees at 8:30 this problem is solved!
END ASIDE
In fact it sucks a little time because I did not finish to say goodbye to people and places. This is good but not great, happy to return but sad to leave. Classic ...
And besides that, the longer it goes, the more I detach myself and also, I'm embarrassed to say, I'm sick of Australians. Too bland, polite, super sport good for health, ideas without relief, phobic fear of any controversy, lack of second degree .... God it's heavy at the end!
But shit, speak up! Be different! it will relax you guys.
That's why I decided to open the topic: How chelous in Australia are not the same as in France.
Tomorrow do not miss: decrypting "the evening with friends in Australia : Die, codes, and good manners. "
