20.8.15 - St Gallen | Konstanz | Bregenz | Feldkirch | Eschen | St Gallen

Arrived from Australia two days ago, life goes on.Yesterday Ana and João went to their jobs, Carmen went to London and I went to Zurich with Zio. At this time the Zio is already home and I'm still in Switzerland.Life goes on and adventures as well. After being in a country where, to see a third, would have to travel more than 8000 kilometers; now I only need only 30 minutes to be in 4 different countries.So the day started to go to St Gallen to the shores of Lake Bodensee. A mass of peaceful water, light blue, huge, touching three countries: Switzerland, Germany and Austria.In the distance, looked at the lake, I could see sails, many, most white and some colored. Sailboats and other recreational regatta, fast, able to tear up the water and make the union of the three states in seconds.The road to Konstanz in Germany, came with scalloped margins and crosses some fancy places. Rolls Royce and Ferraris crossed me, I passed a stand that had a Alfa Romeo 155 DTM and more eccentric, a tank; it is a joke, it was a tank but led by Swiss troops.Reached Konstanz I came across a typical German city - or Austria or Northern Italy - which in addition to traditional buildings, the city center is experienced by people with high street shopping and proximity, not seeing large surfaces. Note that in addition to the beauty of the city that enters the water, there is economic and nature sustainability .Konstanz follow to Bregenz, across the lake in Austria. Halfway I stopped at a Lidl to buy bread, sausage and drinks for lunch: I felt at home.Bregenz is smaller than Konstanz but also beautiful and focusing capability that gives you the Bodensee, the economic and tourism level. I went through the city, went to see the sales in designer shops and author of clothes.In the afternoon I went to Feldkirch.A very cozy village, much dolls style houses, entrenched between mountains, crossed by a river.With the sun lie on the horizon was time to go to Eschen, in Lichenstein, get the car owner to get back to St Gallen.In a few minutes, four countries. I love Europe!

16.8.15 - Coolinda | Darwin

Yesterday we went to bed very early - from 21:30 there is nothing to do in Cooinda, don`t listen anybody, just the animals - the dawn was too early. The day was going to be long, every minute were precious.FRom Cooinda we followed by a road on dirt, over 50 km, to Jim Jim Falls. At the beginning the road is large and fast and can be roll at 100 km / h. But after Garnamarr, it becomes narrower and thus only one car at a time, with loose sand, and the passage of dry riverbeds, an authentic trial road.Arrived at Jim Jim Falls and, in waiting for us, a walk on huge rocks, as a prelude to paradise.As we are in the dry season and the high of 70 meters from the cliff neither falls a drop of water and, therefore, let us running into small beaches of calm water and white sand, Blue Lagoon style, which where they form once the force of the water is a lot.Jumping like mountain goats among the various stones, we came to the Cascade base: a small pond dark due to a projected shadow and 30 meters deep; a beautiful gulf.A local guide,  from a group of German and Italians tourist, in trunks, dove into the water. Then a man with more than 70 years.I couldn`t resist: undressed and, with only boxers, I was diving well.Should be 30 ° C out - and was nine in the morning - and were 14ºC in the water. An ice, a huge thermal shock; but not as great as the pleasure of swimming in that place, knowing that most likely will never have the opportunity to do so.With the heat rising, quickly I was dry.Jim Jim Falls followed for another 10 Km of hard rock road, dense vegetation and crossing rivers over 80 cm deep to the Twin Falls.Arrived there, the park guide told us of the dangers of making a 3 km walk to the top of the waterfall, with the heat that was felt.So we caught a small boat that took us almost to the base of the waterfall; this with water.Unlike the previous one, as the water flows, there system of communicating vessels between the various streams and rivers, and the danger to appear one or more real crocodiles. Here is strictly forbidden to enter the water.The beaches that form are indescribably beautiful, dug many meters deep between rocks and cliffs. The desire to return to swim was huge. I didn`t directly done it otherwise.João told me to put in Cascade basis to take a picture with the water to fall, like a shower.Off I went, dress. Not content with where I was, I decided to hike the base of stones across the falling water main. The moss and mistletoe were quite slippery and what began as a walk, fairly rapidly turned into a climbing style Spider-Man, not me crashing on the rocks and in the water.I could, I was all wet but took a picture in one place, bathed in the clear, cold water of Twin Falls.So much emotion in one day!Then it was time to go back to Darwin for the same dirt road, almost deserted that with the orange cast of the sunset and the cars abandoned on the roadside due to accidents with animals, gave a Madmax atmosphere.Arrived in Darwin was time to shower in a bathtub, pack up and go around the city.Tomorrow we go to Singapore in a hurry, see the rest of the city.

15.8.15 - Jabiru | Coolinda

Once again I`m writting under the starry mantle, at the Kakadu National Park, in camping park in Cooinda.Just over 50 Km distant from Jabiru to Cooinda; but this day and its length is much greater than that.We started the day by going to the Ranger uranium mine. The skyview images we had seen seemed an interesting place, a dark gray abyss where the bottom is so deep we coudn´t see it, and one of the world's largest uranium mines. Arrived there, many "Danger" and didn`t saw anything. Mine followed north to Ubirr, always on asphalt road.The Wet Land are in the dry season and therefore spend enormous streams and rivers with no water or aspect that has existed there. But the marks on the road, similar to the marks with snow height are impressive. By the time of the monsoon, many of the sites are completely submerged, with over two meters of water.In Ubirr I put the Monte Campo leggings and we make two walking routes; a parallel to the East Alligator River, where we could see the bats - huge, rabbits size - sleeping in trees upside down and some crocodiles walked quietly down the river upstream.The second route was to see cave paintings with more than 6,000 years; so many and so perfect as if they were made yesterday.This route climbed to a high point and had the perception of the extent of Wet Land.Though it was lunch time, not just for us!We returned to the site of the first to walk in an area where the river and crossed by a sunken road, making a sort of dam, to see the barramundi - a gray fish with more than half a meter in length - up the river. While the fish tries to climb, dozens of crocodiles and some fishermen try to stop him, an authentic feast.Thus, as in any rally, hundreds of people settle on the banks of knapsack, "near the emotion out of danger", to do agility Reptile soaking up the " goldfish" and listening to the teeth to crush the spine of said the ease with which we crush a wafer of water and salt.In the afternoon we went on a dirt road until Gubara. The idea was to see a kind of natural pools next to Burdulba Creek.After 9 km by car and 3km walking, we arrived at a desert site, inhospitable, who had as much water as the jacuzzi Airlie Beach. But such a white sand, creating a magnificent setting. The willingness to experiment that water was woes that much but there were signs everywhere that could be "glass eyes".New walk to the car, with a temperature of around 39 ° C, up thence to Nourlangie.Nourlangie is a swamp hangouts hundreds of pelicans, ducks, herons and other birds of various colors.All calm and serene, with the pelicans swim together, forming a large circle; The Ducks went on line.Suddenly all take flight and saw, there in the middle, the mouth of a crocodile devouring what was delayed to give the wings.Before going to Cooinda there was still time to see more birds at Yellow Water. the conversation with a fisherman I learned that in the dry season, with the concentration of all kind of animals in the few rivers that survive, there are almost no fish to humans; and control of park rangers on the amount and size of what is caught is very strict.Here we are in Cooinda, sleeping in a container inside a camping and caravan park. Doesn`t have the liveliness of Uluru or the Jabiru conditions; It is what there is.Such as crocodiles, dined barramundi. Grilled, accompanied by French fries, tartar sauce and a white Sirah. A dry and hard fish; if I was a crocodile and had to eat it every day too was wrong willing and willing to, on occasion, give a few bites of fresh and tasty meat.

12.8.15 - Airlie Beach

Airlie Beach is a small town in front of a set of islands called Whitsundays. Are idyllic islands, Thailand, Indonesia, Jamaica or Polynesia style. We came here to have a basis to jump island to island.
The problem was that yesterdaythe company  canceled the trip we booked, so, today at 6:30 am we were at the port to see if we could find a boat to take us to Whiteheaven Beach. Couldn`t and therefore We got into a ferry and went the sea to Hamilton Island and, in the aftyernoon, to Daydream Island.
The best of the trip was ... the trip.Morning at 8, the sea was down and the boat didn`t have a lot of people. I talk with two gentlemen with a Penske shirt; They were diesel boat engines mechanical, Penske technology. We where talking about races and many other things when one of them points to the water and could see a giant turtle. How wonderful.
But the true giant was when, after we cross several islands with green shores and small points of white sand, he told me to look at the water line. There were a kind of geiger. Seconds passed, a whale comes up for air and back to sink. The same, or another, did the same movement.Therefore, it was worth the trip.
Hamilton Island is a resort island, with a small marina but with a quality and style of Portofino, where all go hand in golf cart. The girls wanted to ride a cart and went to see them to drive those devilish racing cars on the road of the island.
After the initial excitement caused by the toy, we went to a fine sandy beach. A stingray came to us, like usual in these parts.
After lunch we went to Daydream Island. An island that is a tacky resort but, inside, has a lake with rays and sharks. Also in this space we saw kangaroos in broad daylight. Other than that, nothing more.We return to Airlie Beach and we were dealing with travel tomorrow: Whiteheaven Beach, a beautiful sailboat, blue, where the Prince Philip of Edinburgh sailed when was here. Result: we pay twice what was originally planned.What matters is that, not to think about it, the aparthotel was a Jacuzzi waiting for us, with the Pacific on the horizon and the stars as a roof.

11.8.15 - Magnetic Islands | Airlie Beach

 The Magnetic Islands are beautiful and the wake up was with the sound of huge colorful birds that populate the skies of the islands.The island, where we stayed, is a green rock, cut by bays that forms white sandy beaches. The plan was to go to that beaches.We begin by Radical Bay and barely reached the beach, went swimming. At my feet, after notice that the sand was moving too quickly, a streak. I picked up the mask to do snorkeling. Some fish around a rock and it was time to go to another beach.By dense, and green forest, where a few rays of sunshine spend, we jumped beach by beach; or bay by bay to be precise. From the middle of vegetation hears crawling and hopping noise, making the leaves move up. I don`t know if I want to know who makes these noises.With this scenario we reached Florence Bay.With vegetation to the sand, the golden strip, with the trick tide, creates a mirror of water to the blue sea.I went back to do snorkeling because a coral home-butterfly fish and parrot fish. A blue streak and a school of white Gars.The next bay was Arthur Bay.To get there we had to cross a stream with a half standing water. There were several holes that could be of snakes; I don`t know if it was the ideal place for an crocodile attack. But it had that aspect.Arthur Bay has a thicker sand that before and it was hard to walk there because we were buried. In this bay we had lunch and slept a nap.In the afternoon we went to the last beach: Alma Bay. What a let down. Direct access by road, many people - about 30 - swings for children, lawn, lifesaver.On island guide said it was the best beach for snorkeling. I saw a smaller black little fish, smaller than a sardine.In the end we return by ferry to Townsville, and took the trip to sleep.From Townville to Airlie Beach were 270 km under Milky Way
Tomorrow we go to the Whitsundays but the reservation was canceled during dinner; so we go to the port at 6.30 in the morning to see if arrange place in a boat ...

10.8.15 - Cairns | Magnetic Islands

After the brutal diving, number 1 experience on the trip, we went out and ended up in a bar drinking beer and red wine, listenning a local band.This morning we got up early, but not as early as yesterday, and put out on the road.350 km separated us from paradise.Departing from Cairns towards south down the A1, a national road for all kinds of vehicles, crossing several cities. After several local universal heritage of humanity - natural parks and waterfalls - we see the Pacific on the left. A few miles after we come to a fishing town called Townsville.We wait two hours by a ferry that took us to the Magnetic Islands.During this time, a short walk from the harbor, saw Rotary. At the Coast Guard rescue boat was the symbol that characterizes and universalized us.Then it was a trip out to sea, where I fell asleep with the balence from waves. When I arrived: Wow !!! Pretty pretty pretty.A green island, full of vegetation and wild life. We cross the island from one side to the other, because our apartment is in Horseshoebay, across the harbor.When we arrived, a street and half a dozen houses, a narrow beach, the calm sea and a fantastic sunset.I swim, almost overnight, and the water was warm.From the beach, just crossing the street and had dinner: oysters, shrimp, santiaguinhos, squids; expensive but so expensive as a chicken breast and chickens are many in many countries!To end the night ... when we got to the apartment, I looked at the front desk and did not realize what he had seen: it was a small kangaroo or a giant cat. I asked the lady who was there and told me it was a Wallabi. I told her we were in Australia for several days and  hadn`t seen a kangaroo.
Easy, she said, "pick up the car, turn the first left and the second right Go to 5 km / hour because they are everywhere.".

8.8.15 - Kings Canyon | Alice Springs

More than 300 km in full Australian desert from Kings Canyon and the largest city in central Australia, Alice Springs.
More than 300 km dirty road - with holes, stones, cars remains, photo points, three gas stations and a village that resembled a roulotte park - through which tourists and locals, making it in some inhospitable points.
Yesterday saw no kangaroo - except what was stuck on mine and Joãos` plate - and today we will see the Australian icon.
We walk, walk and walk. We looked everywhere, left, and right for the spare tire. Anything. Only a few wild horses and cows. But judging by the excrement that existed in number and size, the animals should be all there, looking at us and laugh at themselves.
General laughing must have been when we had to stop to change a tire.
But then, like a F1 team, we took the bags from the car, let go the spare tire, took of the original tire, put the car in the air, we removed the tire, lowered the car, shook nuts in less 15 minutes. As girls looked at us and took pictures.
Camaraderie was what we feel because the cars that passed us during that time, 3 or 4, stopped and offered help.
After this episode - an adventure, I'll say! - We had to go direct to Alice Springs, risking not continue between the mountains, in the dirt, no spare tire and a plane to pick up towards the Great Barrier Reef.
As for kangaroos, despite signs on the road to have care with them, although we see broken cars that could only have crashed on an animal to stay in that state, not see them. As is the Zoo's recollection of Singapore and who bought a pen.

7.8.15 - Ayeres Rock | Kings Canyon

Fisrt of all, i start this chronicle by saying that I'm a day late in writing. The desert has these things, despite the modern times we live in, there wireless isn`t every were, electricity either.Uluru was so magical that I don´t tell you the rest.We were sleeping at Outback Pioneer Lodge, a hostel prepared for walkers and people crossing the desert, very military style: houses with tin ceiling, hot tub and barbeque.Thankfully, the bathroom was scalding because the temperature was down to 3 ° C!The barbeque was community; ie, each bought their meat and would grill it. The monitoring was included with the meat but the beer was apart. I bought crocodile; It was not as good as one that I ate at Sony Platz in Berlin and later in Tasquinha Alentejana in Cucujães but it was good and I was the man of my barbecue.Rooms at the hostel were 4 people and therefore, João was with the Chicas and I was making new friends. It happened to me a German couple with a child of 13 or 14 years. They snored all night and the kid woke in the night talking. Not sleep at all, to top the dawn was early.At 6:30 am we were on the road to watch the sunrise in the mountains of Kata Tjuta, also considered sacred by the natives.Among Uluro and Kata Tjuca there are highs and despite 40 kilometers away from each other, are clearly visible. After sunrise on the mountain, we walked a bit around it, the path of Karu in the Valley of the Winds.From Ayeres Rock to Kings Canyon, our destination, were more or less 300 km in full Australian desert. With expectations at most to seeing kangaroos, camels and snakes to cross us ahead, we put the road. Wild life here we go.
After about 100 km from our departure, a gas station, I talked with couple biker, from Melbourne, crossing the country in two Harleys. It is the first time they go to Uluru, having shown them pictures from yesterday. They were between 50 and 60 years; yesterday at sunset in Uluru, another couple of Melbourn, older than this, also mentioned to me that it was the first time we were there; travel in Australia is expensive, not everyone can do it. It is in these moments, to hear this, which I think is worth enjoying, enjoy the trip, focus on me in the landscapes, the places that I know, gastronomy, culture; I'm lucky to be here; and that luke has a lot of work.The trip went peacefully and in three hours we reached the destination.If Uluru is magical, Kings Canyon is the true work of God. Like any fault, like any disaster of nature, creates unique, brutal and beautiful surroundings.We walked for 5 hours by 6 km of paths allowed in the Canyon, where we saw the tectonic plates above and below; I looked into the abyss and feel vertigo to sit on it, with nothing between me and the ground, hundreds of meters below.If Uluru is magical for the sanctification that local gave him, Kings Canyon overwhelms us with its size and the orange rock that acts as a real cell.At night, looking at the sky, with the Milky Way and its 1000 constellations, I saw once again how tiny and our reality.

6.8.15 - Sydney | Ayeres Rock

Yesterday, after written you, booking dives to Cairns and have a nice nap, we went out to say goodbye to Sydney.Destination: Darling Harbour. A fancy spot, just across the harbor which has the Opera House and Rocks.Walked arround Chinatown - the garden was already closed - and went to the port. Several yatchs, good atmosphere and many restaurants and bars. An Italian bar with a bella ragazza indicating the tables and how Happy Hour work, drink several gins at half price. After that was the goodbye and return home to cook dinner packing for today.Today everything was running as usual; it's not like we do on purpose to always walk in the nick of time.So after we left home, there is a blurring whether or not to load the metro card - don`t recharge it - when we got to Central, on the sound system: "Emergency, emergency: please evacuate the station. All passangers "and everyone ran out of the station."- Let's take a taxi?- Where's a taxi?- Are we entering on the station!- Let's go by underground ".Off we went running to take the metro to the airport.The flight, internal, full of Spanish, some Portuguese as well as we, French, German, Chinese and some Australians, had several windy shake that made it very interesting from the point of view of adrenaline. The landing was with the plane unbalanced due to the wind, on a track that seemed the lunar surface. Love it!Ayeres Rock has a smaller airport that the bus stop at Batalha. But that's not important, the important thing was to land in the desert to see Uluru, the sacred mountain.Carry the Mitsubishi, decorate with the logos of fluidotrónica, Norfer, eni, Arax Gazzo, Roadgalaxy, Agência Paraíso, Hama, Monte Campo, Vida Económica,

Alpinestars, Nau Helmets and Konica Minolta spent at the hostel to leave bags - there gone are the hotels and apartments luxury - change clothes - put the Monte Campo leggins to be able to walk freely in the middle of vegetation without me poking and without the bugs sting me - and headed to Uluru.20 km of asphalt road in the middle of a red surface, reminiscent of Mars, with some low vegetation and few trees. Signs of reptiles and other wildlife. All towards the mountain worshiped by the natives.In the middle of everything, like a giant ship or a meteorite if erge from the flat land a red mountain without vegetation.Walk around - you can not go up, it is disrespectful towards local - took pictures and saw the setting of the sun on it.Beautiful, wonderful. A peace, an atmosphere, a feeling that can match what I lived in Abu Simbel; those things that I will remember forever.The trip was worth it.So much so that it's not worth writing anything ... See you tomorrow.

5.8.15 - Sydney

Last official day in Sydney and the sun woke up to cheer us. To Palmamaníacos like me and João have been, was almost "Acorda Menina Linda" (almost because he can sing it ... I can`t.).Sunny, with everyone awake, went by bus to Bondi Beach, one of the most famous beaches in the world.Down straight to the sea, between houses of the first part of the twentieth century begins to sight the Pacific. Beautiful, not for the beach or the sand or something fancy to appear; beautiful for being the Pacific, to be, for me, "one check", evil were near the beach, despite the cold, have taken the shoes, rolled up his trousers and was getting his feet wet. The water was warm.Bondi Beach is a beach old-fashioned, with the homes of vacationers, the typical hotels, a marginal where many people do sport, painted murals and a blue-green sea with some waves to remember Furadouro, or Espinho, or Povoa de Varzim, or Santa Cruz, or Maçãs or other typical beach from our Portugal.Bondi Beach followed by a wooden walkway, leading us through the cliffs to Tamarama and Bronte. A lot of people walking dogs, jogging, enjoying the scenery. Along the coast several sea pools, reminding our travel partners that one of the most famous in the world is in Leça da Palmeira and the architect, Portuguese, is Siza Vieira who won, among others, the Pritzker.In addition to the pools, the surf spots and superb houses the architecture and privileged location overlooking the sea and the cliffs, numerous bowling clubs; It is that here practicing the first part of bowling, namely the grass.Between Tamarama and Bronte, in a scenario of peace and the deep, lies a cemetery. Celtic crosses, Roman or right arms, classical statues, columns and Masonic brackets, to which are added Irish, English, Italian names. At this cemetery we have the perception that who came and built Australia: from fleeing or forced, from various faiths and social life, having in common the desire to leave a life behind and start another.This was the last day in Sydney because tomorrow morning we`ll travel to the center of the country, for Ayeres Rock and Uluru.Sydney is a fantastic city, with the major attraction poles of the Opera House and the bridge, and everything is very close.Talk about Sidney is talking about the new world verses the old world; is London versus New York; It is Lisbon vs Rio de Janeiro. It is a vibrant city that can not - or want to - hide their maternal influence but that the buildings, the people, clearly points to the contemporary, a very cosmopolitan way and open-minded.A rock that was the fate of British prisoners has become the great nation it is today.

3.8.15 - Sydney

Sydney: a wonderful city; It will the southern hemisphere effect?!The day was full of knowledge and new things: we started to go to downtown to see the building built in honor of Queen Victoria. Imposing as any British building of that era, beautiful, mischaracterized the place - better in London - and recovered. Inside, a shopping center with major international brands and some niches such as art galleries, the Tate and MOMA shops, a spiral staircase to the roof with a tiny door to remember Harry Potter.Hence, crossing Market Street, we went for the Sydney Tower and had the opportunity to climb its 309 meters. Upstairs, a 360 ° view of the city, giving us the real prospect of those coming from the sea, land or air. Curiosity of the moment: a landmark mail even up there, saying it is a milestone in the highest activity in the southern hemisphere. In the Andes there isn`t postoffice ?!Continuing the city tour, followed by a garden that looked like an Oxford copy then we enter a road that led us to the Art Gallery New South Wales and the Botanical Garden.In the museum the better from first half of the twentieth century, with Picasso head, Matisse among others.Here, when took a selfie, a girl from high school came to ask if I wanted her to take off the picture. My selfie became a selfie with João and part of the secondary class, to laughter from the teacher who accompanied them.Ending a cultural visit, a lunch in the park for then we walk through the Botanical Gardens, to the Opera House.The garden grows as a natural barrier from the sea to the skyscrapers, a mix of color and life.The Opera House, designed by a Danish architect, through a draw without engineering project, with its white ceramic works as a ready to light and energy attraction. How does a shapeless object, brutal in its design, which generated an incalculable debt can attract so many people from all around the world ?!From Opera the Rocks was a hop, just in time to see the Museum of Contemporary Art before dinner. Various facilities with Energies title could put the audience to interact with the art: jobs headphones, running a hand through several draws, these emit different sounds. Or an image of a mountain where we could, by hand, fly like a bird and have many different perspectives.Nearly the end the day, a well-deserved dinner. Entries eat grilled vegetables, tuna flambé and bread with humus. For main course  lamb shoulder and white and dark chocolate parfait and goat cheese for desert. To drink, a white wine from New Zealand, varietal Sirah.
 Was it expensive? Yes, but here nothingis cheap ...

2.8.15 - Sydney

Yesterday Singapore was ran from one end to the other, leaving only a few sights to see in return.Because of this, with a flight at two in the morning in a very spartan low cost we were all very tired. No movies, no food, cramped seats, the 7 hour trip seemed that never passed. But for 170 euros, we could not ask for more.Arrived at the Australian city, went directy by metro to the apartment: twelfth floor with panoramic views.Thus, Sydney, just took a little back along the harbor and the Opera House. The rest is for the next three days.It was dinner time; for us, because for them this time had passed long time ago, and the streets were deserted. The restaurants doesn´t no longer serve and we take refuge in a bar with live music, burgers and beer.The building of the Opera House and the bridge, illuminated and reflected in the water, create a unique atmosphere. With no one else seemed a show mounted only for us.Tomorrow we will see it with day light and compare!

29.7.15 - Porto | Zurich

Sleep deprivation, work hard: get everything ready in Loba to 25 days of absence from the country not to be felt.Pack, push the clothes inside. Let the fins but I put enough t-shirts for so long. Half of the trip is with harsh winter. The other half is hot summer.Liquid Image cameras and Hama accessories, are in Monte Campo. All conditioning. All compartmentalized.Domingos took me to the airport and Agência Paraíso, as always, did a fantastic job. After a few minutes I was on the plane, without having bought a book by Tolstoy - Death of Ivan Ilyich, I Le Carré latest in Le Carré book but they don´t have it - and a green Moleskine that will be the travel diary.The TAP flight to Zurich ran normally. As queue companions had a very fine and fancy couple, very nice: she was blonde with blue eyes, from switzerland; he Azorean, from Flores, son of Angola and with a great hair like a reggea artist.At this time the Aussie Connection is gathered in St. Gallen: barbecue, Super Bock and Gazela.My suitcase must be reduced and I`ll have to wash clothes in the middle of the trip, I have to buy some stick for trekking and forgot my pajamas - yes Mother! a drama that I have since the mid 90`s, with pajamas bought in all over the place.The great adventure has began: Australia here we go!

Friendship

In the mid-90s from last century, a famous song from the Portuguese Paulo Gonzo had a chorus that was more a less like this:" wake up with the sun in the window and magic in the air, how is so good".
I didn`t wake up with the sun in the window and the magic in the air was different from what the singer spoke in music. It was the magic of friendship.
Directly from Tuscany, I received photos from Drews scooter, with the blog sticker on it. How fancy! I smile, frank, open, impossible to contain. In small gestures we found great friends. Fantastic!
Now, telling you the story from the beginning: as you know, I met Drew and Chel in Egypt. It was a friendship that was born in the first second we met. Drew is American ... with all Portuguese ribs; the flag you saw me strive for African land was his.
After numerous adventures of the Three Musketeers - I Drew and David, Australian - on top of our small-pony, friendship lasted. We talk almost every day, about everything and nothing.
When I launched the Crowdfunding, Drew and Chel were the first to support the initiative and, hence, have received the stickers from the trip, a special heart for them and numerous maps, postcards and brochures of the places where he spent on the trip by Austro -hungarien Empire.
Now it is time to go to Italy to see them

. It is promised.