Happy journey


I’m indeed on my way to a job!

This morning I flew from Sydney to Brisbane. From here I need to travel another 700 km to my final destination: Blackwater. I’m not gonna live in this town. Don’t think the 5000 inhabitants can handle that. But a “short” 20-30 min from there. This is the closest city to the farm, so I’ll have to depend on the facilities in this city(there even is a Mc Donald’s… wow lucky me๐Ÿ™„).
I’ll be living on a farm and work with the cattle. Most of the time on horseback. Which is a dream coming true, it almost sounds too good to be true. Next time I can hopefully tell you it is just good.
The last week I was catching up with all the people I know in and around Sydney. It was so nice to see some familiar faces. It didn’t matter if we only met two days or a week in Thailand or if it was already two years since we saw each other, it was all fun and good times. I’m blesses with so many lovely people I’ve met during traveling, I wanna see all of you again(there goes my not yet earned money)! ๐Ÿ˜

Celebrating my job and our friendship in the highest bar of Sydney.

I’ve gotten used to a lot of things already but all these changes make me super emotional. I even cried a few times this week, luckily mostly happy crying:
1. When I saw Australia for the first time from the airplane window
2. In the supermarket when I found everything I wanted, and needed
3. When I got my job
4. When I said bye to Taylor after more than a week

Next time I cry is probably from my muscles being sore and having blisters on my feet, which I’m totally fine with and that will be happy crying too!!

xxx Elisabeth

Cliffs at Watson Bay
Lighthouse of Watson Bay
My boots, which are gonna give me those blisters, pretty sure about that


Goodbye to my backpack journey(for now)

I’ve arrived in Sydney and was warmly welcomed by Taylor in her cute little room at the uni. First thing we did was shopping cause I didn’t find any warm clothes in Indonesia. 80$ and two full outfits and a pair of shoes later I was ready for my introduction round in the city. With the last weekend of vivid Sydney (a light show all around the city) and some parties, my first weekend was definitely a good start for Australia.
Everything is so different than Asia though.

A couple of things I have to get used to here:
-The cold


-Paying by credit card everywhere
-Everybody speaking english๐Ÿ™Š
-No more bin for toilet paper in the toilet(you can actually flush it here๐Ÿ˜ฑ)
-No more fear of Bali belly 1 (hygiene is pretty high here) or Bali belly 2 (the beer one, cause alcohol is too expensive anyways)
-People having stuff to do here, not only being on vacation and partying.
-No more random roommates and travel stories that change every day

Still looking for a job on a million websites and asking everybody. Just really looking forward to have a place for myself and being able to unpack my backpack.

Next time hopefully on my way to a job.
Xxx Elisabeth

On a date with Taylor ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‡
The opera house
More light art in the city

Journey of a lazy person๐Ÿ˜‡

In between some nervous breakdowns where I’m packing my backpack, checking if my visa is really, really granted and making lists of 100 things to do, I’m totally excited for Australia!! Two more nights and I’m getting on the plane๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰

The last week I’ve been relaxing in Canggu. Pool, party’s, pool party’s and just drinks with friends at the beach. Bali is one of my favorite destinations of this trip(nothing can top Myanmar of course ๐Ÿ˜), and I’ve been making so many good memories here. Except for that one massage, which was the most terrible one ever๐Ÿ˜’.

Before I’ve been to two small islands close to Bali. Less tourists and more amazing nature and nice people. Exploring the islands by scooter stays one of my favorite activities. You are free to go where ever you want and stay how long you want. It will also teach you a lot about how animals react in panic situations when you are driving up and they are on the road. While cows and dogs are easy(no movement at all, you have to go around them), chickens can be tricky cause they always cross one meter in front of you and pigs are the worst. They run around in panic not knowing if they have to go right or left, so just do both. I’ve luckily not hit anything and I’ve also become really good in avoiding potholes. Yes, I consider myself a pro๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿป๐Ÿ›ต.

Meeting friends again
Beautiful cliffs on Nusa Penida
Some say it’s a T-Rex, I see an amazing beach and cliffs
Broken beach
Relaxing pool days
Oops ๐Ÿ™Š

Now I have to conquer the rain and do some shopping: long pants, shoes and probably a sweater. Next time I write I’ll be in Australia. Probably desperately searching for a job and complaining about the cold and the high costs of everything๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‡.

Xxx Elisabeth

Dinner with friends


Confusing journey

The last week has been weird for me. It went from having a great time with friends and locals(who became friends) to searching for work in Australia and getting hit by homesickness. My friends at home are posting pictures on social media of my favorite season in Bologna(so can you please stop?!). I never thought it would be like this, I’m in paradise but the urge to go back to Italy is so strong. I’ve been traveling for four months, and it’s five months since I left Italy last time. Hoping this is something temporary and I will get over it soon.

So you guys get jealous too! (๐Ÿ“ท By T. Nesse๐Ÿ˜˜)

Besides that, Indonesia is amazing. I just left Bali for a couple of days to relax and explore Nusa Lembongan. Not saying I don’t love Bali (cause I do) but being homesick and being around locals who speak mostly Indonesian can be a bit confusing.
The thing I’ve had the last couple of months is thinking I hear people speak in one of my languages. (I thought) I’ve heard people in busses or on the street saying full Dutch/Italian sentences, but when I was listening closely, it was jut their own language. Is it missing my comfortable languages or am I turning crazy? Who knows…

I’m so looking forward to fly to Australia, some western habits and hopefully soon a place where I can unpack my backpack.
I’m flying in two weeks so preparing a bit, here is a little list:
-Finding a job
-Learning to wait till everybody has food before starting to eat
-Learning to eat with a knife and fork(definitely not hotel Berner worthy at the moment)
-Putting my sweater, long trousers and socks in my daypack
-Buying blister plasters for when I have to put on shoes again
-Getting the best tan I can

Xxx Elisabeth

Bali beach time
The food… ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
Balinese dancer
Rice terraces, source of 99% of my food last couple of months