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The journey is the

In Sydney it begins with a very nice culture shock to go from Mildura (province) is coming! I I have only once set in a park, after I was in Central Station have gotten out and let it affect me once. (28/11/2006)
Then I looked for once the next best backpacker, I was pretty wide after the trip. Who you meet in the room of course, German.
Wednesday (29/11/2006) should I see for the first time in my life, the Harbour Bridge and Opera House. Not bad! But unfortunately the weather was not so good.
work with it does not look good in Sydney, especially at Christmas and New Year. It will make 120 000 backpackers to party to back, I was told. There is simply not enough room and work for all, as usual!
On Thursday I have in the Immigration Office my visa stickers for pick up my passport.
three days I had booked in the hostel. Since there is no work anyway, I decided to stay on me for that. Friday afternoon I wanted then to the north, since I met Frank. Frank comes from Austria and has lived 50 years in Sydney. He has given me some good tips and its Internet address. At his age, hats off! Then I went out to Berowra, some 30 km north of Sydney.
At the station I then asked a young woman where can I pitch my tent. Camilla is from Finland, is also here to stay and has no clue. She was waiting for your cousin, who has spent 20 years with his parents in Berowra. Super nice, the two!
Eric has shown me still a place where I could sleep.
It was near the cricket ground and Eric said it is possible the team's morning seems to training.
And so it was, at eight, the team was there. All have looked very surprised. Something they have probably never had that used to be one next to the athlete's home.
should hitchhike with I have not much luck on the day, it has always been raining cats and dogs.
was near the road a small hut, where I found shelter. Because of the way to the athletes home was quite far and I decided to sleep here. What a mistake!
attacked me in the night drunk teenagers with a Feuerloecher at. All white and wet from the rain anyway. Such Arschloecher!
I've tried everything to clean first. Silly, is all stuck!
noon an elderly gentleman asked me where I want to go and took me with his polo shirt with the first 50 kilometers.
at the roadhouse I then took the next 50 with a Swiss.
Wait two minutes and a great Oz continued, he took me to the next almost 200 kilometers.
Now I was in the middle of nowhere and it was raining again. I almost wanted to cancel and set up my tent because it was too dark. Brandon came down with his V8 Holden and he wants to his girlfriend, who lives in the vicinity of Coffs Harbour. And I want to Coffs. Brandon took me
first with his girlfriend, Barbara. There was dinner, beer, wine, and a water bed for me.
Barbara's parents were from Wuppertal and went to Sydney after the war. Barbara has also worked well in big business. I think she has enough money and bought the farm for a quiet retirement. But you will not that old. She has 20 cows, each day will be stroked and such. But very beautiful there, no car and no one heard a rustling in the distance is the sea!
I could have stayed. She gets but a Wooferin and you need the bed.
Brandon drove me clean the next day to Coffs Harbour. Here at the Touri Info I've met Geritt He is on the roll and joined same to me. And so it went again into a backpackers.
I had also only time my clothes from the clean powder Feuerloecher and here it was a big washing machine.
Here it is very beautiful but have to work here, no. A pure
Touri site. Great beaches!
Well let's see, the way is the goal!