Back to plastic world.
Trip Start
Sep 29, 2007
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25
Trip End
Ongoing
So I arrived in Perth early morning, after a wonderful flight with Qantas airlines.
Fucking hell what a chock.
I've been traveling for almost 6 months now and I'm used to simple life and few things.
Hey this is like plastic people everywhere, its all about big 4wheel-drive cars, what you wear and who you're hanging out with. Luckily I met Mr. Godwin and parents who told me and still are telling me stories about aboriginals, the metrosexuall generation and fucked up politics. Which I really appreciate. My image of pink fluffy bunny-Australia changed dramatically and I see it from their view, which sometimes is quite over-the-top.
I'm leaving Stirling on Wednesday morning, going to Jenny's place closer to the city, even more materialistic and "nice" and clean, its so clean here.
I need to get myself together and use my brain.
What to do now?
Fucking hell what a chock.
I've been traveling for almost 6 months now and I'm used to simple life and few things.
Hey this is like plastic people everywhere, its all about big 4wheel-drive cars, what you wear and who you're hanging out with. Luckily I met Mr. Godwin and parents who told me and still are telling me stories about aboriginals, the metrosexuall generation and fucked up politics. Which I really appreciate. My image of pink fluffy bunny-Australia changed dramatically and I see it from their view, which sometimes is quite over-the-top.
I'm leaving Stirling on Wednesday morning, going to Jenny's place closer to the city, even more materialistic and "nice" and clean, its so clean here.
I need to get myself together and use my brain.
What to do now?


