everything happens for better or nothing happens without learning something new

My trip around Madagascar has come to an end. And I say that in a mix of relief and sadness. Relief, because nearly 4 weeks dealing with the authorities in 3 different countries can weaken your moral. Specially if the authorities are the Malagasy and Spanish combined.

I was waiting for everything to be over to write about the incident. The after shock effects showed two weeks long. After that, as it happens, you slowly let go.

My passport got stolen in a road ambush. This is how I begin when someone asks me.

What happened? Time to write about it.

My next destination after Mahajanga was Nosy Be. I am a coast person and since I had made a 12 hour bus ride from Antananarivo to Mahajanga I didn't feel like going back there to head south west. Note there are a few roads connecting the main cities in Madagascar and from the west coast there was no option left but going through the interior via the capital, as there are no roads on the coast. A boat trip is not recommendable. The sea can get rough and boats (cars, buses or any mean of transport) in Madagascar differ greatly from our European standards.

I spent more days than wanted on Nosy Be waiting for possible travel buddies to make a 4x4 trip up to Diego Suarez. There aren't many independent tourists on Nosy Be, as the island itself doesn't offer the wonders you can see on the South route. In the meantime I rented a bike and rode around the island. I also booked a couple of dives with Richard from Coral Diving based on Ambodrona Beach. He is an amazing human being, the prices are reasonable, the equipment spotless and his expertise admirable. Thank you for making the dive my most unforgettable experience in the island. The 4x4 trip had to be cancelled, as I didn't find people heading northwards.

Saturday Sept 22 was my departure day from Nosy Be, southwards to Mahajanga and then down South.
I found a boat+transfer+bus to Mahajanga offer and jumped to it, happy and energised to leave the island behind.

There is a concept to learn while in Madagascar: "mora, mora", pronounced "moora". The bus was expected to leave at 12pm. This made me very happy, as my bus ride northwards had been overnight, and I wanted to take a glimpse at the landscape.

Of course the bus didn't leave until 4. I contacted my friends in Mahajanga to inform of the delay. They were not surprised, as they live in Madagascar.
Leaving at 4 to make around 500Km means you'll spend at least 12 hours on the road in a packed van, the so-called taxi-brousse or bush taxis.

Our van looked something like this. It could fit 10 people counting the driver and the co-pilot. They managed to fit 18 in. 4 people on a seat for 2, and 5 on each of the 2 other rows that fit 3. The rest were kids. Next to me I had a teenager boy and two young women. I was sitting next to the window, meaning that half my butt was on the gap and the other half on the teenager's leg. They still managed to fit in a guy who stopped us on the way and was carrying a sack the size of three suitcases, full of God knows what. The sack was placed on the ceiling making the whole van wobble. Behind him wife and 3 more kids.This is normal for Malagasy standards. We were packed and uncomfortable, kids spread on the floor, overloaded and a danger on the road. That meant we were ready to leave.

I was glad to see the driver was a middle aged man. That meant he had more experience, knew the holes of the road better (main roads are paved, but haven't been repaired since) and wouldn't drive madly and carelessly as young drivers do.
But he drove mora, mora. And stopped in every single village, every single one, asking for something. I found out it was some type of banana once he finally found a post in a village that sold the ones he was looking for.
Stopping on every village was delaying the ETA. 20 adults and overweight didn't allow the van to really perform at its best. I was hoping it didn't break down, as they usually do.
And it did, as it usually happens.
It didn't start. We managed to push start it. Then it broke down again.
Drivers are specialists in patch mechanics and the driver managed to hold something with a wire. It drove on.

ETA changing. Exhaustion. We made another stop in a town. Some people got off 1:00 AM. The weather was cooling down and we gained some space. Happy days. The town: Manarnerna.
I finally fell asleep.

around 2:00 AM, the bus stops in the middle of the road, did it break down again?

I hear noises and shouting from the back of my head as I am deeply asleep. The shouting woke me up whole I also hear noises of heavy hits and broken glass. The first thing that goes through my head is that we might have had an accident and it lead to a fight. Unrest. I see a bunch of guys around the bus, shouting. Note there is no light on the road, so what I could see were some figures around the front side of the taxi-brousse. I see them breaking the windows in the first row. I observe concerned and confused, WTF?

They proceed to our row. I am sitting next to the window. I can see them now. I look at them, their faces are covered in white clay and they shout at us. I think: what kind of brutality is this? Why this anger, what have we done? They break the glass next to my seat, some bits of glass make a cut on my hand, the teenager next to me holds me tight and protects his head on my lap. They are all armed with sticks double the size of a baseball bat. They mean business and they  are trying to hit me! Panic ensues. The guys in the front rows immediately jump back to protect the women. They cry for mercy, they get hit, they shout! Women shout. I can't shout, I am protecting the guy on my lap and I observe the image of the guy protecting the row in front of me, I hear him shout loudly, desperately. He is shaking and suddenly I realise that I am the only female foreigner on the bus, next to the window, an easy target. I see them reaching to me with the sticks, but I have grabbed my bag to stop the impact. There is no way out, the van is destroyed and there are 10 of them. I see no weapons, which makes me feel less scared for my life. I try to protect my head with my body sideways towards the teenager, leaving my side exposed, using my rucksack as shield.
And then this dahalu, this road bandit reaches out for me and pulls my bag. It becomes clear to me that their main purpose is stealing, so I let go of the bag and I ask them to please let us be! They don't stop. I have a body bag they don't see, I realise. I pull a couple of bills while ducking. I hand them to them and ask them to please leave.

They leave. Silence on the road. The vans behind us stop to assist us. The lady behind me is crying disconsolately. I look around and say: let's leave this place, they might come back with more!
Then somebody points at the road. The driver is lying in the middle of the road, unconscious. He's been repeatedly hit until they knocked him out. I start crying, too. I go outside and carefully come his way. I don't think anymore of any bandits coming around.
He gets up. His leg has been cut, as they pulled him out of the seat through broken glass. He is in pain and dazzled but recovering fine. He grabs a piece of his t-shirt and wraps the bleeding cut with it.
The police comes shortly after, we give our  testimony and then is when I realise that my passport was in the bag they pulled from me. SHIIIIIIIT!
The driver got us fine to destination. We were all like mute, holding on to each other, the cold night wind was penetrating our skin, as there were no windows. The seats were full of glass, so we only had each other to hold on to.

Madagascar: one of the worse countries in the world to lose your passport. At the moment there is only a transitional government with little hopes of elections making their way. The reason? The lucrative business of selling wood to China, the achievement of wiping out the middle class and the confirmation that keeping the poor below minimum with no access to jobs or education will ensure the wealth of the wealthy.

source: http://www.ohchr.org/EN/Countries/AfricaRegion/Pages/MGSummary2011-2012.aspx

The instability of Madagascar’s political situation has resulted in an economic downturn in the country and international donors have been reluctant to continue with development aid, amid insecurities of how the money will be spent. However, the `Feuille de route` or ‘the roadmap’, was signed on 16 September 2012, essentially an agreement between parties to the political dispute, to work towards the holding of democratic elections in 2012. OHCHR will offer support to the Government in re-establishing a democratic system of governance and ensuring that the human rights of the Malagasy people are observed.

Extreme poverty levels have been worsened in Madagascar by the instability in the country’s governance. 70 per cent of the population is estimated to live below the poverty line. As a result of the events of 2009, the Malagasy people have been denied their basic economic, social and cultural rights. There are high unemployment rates amongst the country’s population. People, particularly children, are suffering malnutrition. Homelessness is also on the increase in the country and homeless people are more prone, amongst other things, to experiencing violence. 

Part two of this this incident gets worse. Dealing with the levels of corruption of the Malagasy government, trying to find a way to leave the country without a consulate that could issue a passport for me kept me 3 weeks at their mercy, subject to constant blackmail and threateaning (my visa expired OCT 5 and from there my situation in the country was irregular, thus illegal, a great chance for the authorities to make a great lucrative opportunity out of that.)

Luckily there is a honorary consul in Antananarivo who got me in touch with the South African consulate. This is really a story apart.

I insist Madagascar is a gorgeous, lovely country and I have made my best to keep enjoying my time.
The area where the incident took place is a very safe route, with hardly any attacks recorded... I got unlucky. But it made me become concerned of a situation possibly worsening...

This made me aware and conscious of the situation of this country. I've witnessed an obvious attack for money (we don't discard the fact that the police could have been involved somehow) and the more than obvious corruption of the government which, to me, was worse than the attack.

Being a tourist in a country where many don't have the basics is morally confronting. It felt terrible, frivolous to watch that from the other side. After the attack my interest in the country's situation grew as well as the situation in other undeveloped countries.

The bit that makes me sad and angry is that a solution, is very far away indeed.
Charity gets nowhere, as the core structures are broken. As a "greeny", one of my main concerns regarding sustainability is overpopulation. Try to explain that to Malagasys...

I don't want to go back to a developing country unless it is to contribute in some sort of a community project. And still then I am aware I would be just doing a 0,05% of the huge amount of work ahead.

Reach your own conclusions. And if able to help, your means are often more valued than your money.
Ain't it Mr Geldof?

The 8th continent

 

Stopover in Mauritius, all I could get...

My days of rest before my next destination in Madagascar end today en route to Nosy Be.

Madagascar is impressive, and this is being said after seeing very very little. Unique sights, life, colours and contrasts. An incredible country, absolutely stunning.

Received by Monsieur Victor at the Tana Airport, such an honour!

I arrived at the airport and I was received by Monsieur Victor, who, all well organised by my friend Yolanda, aka Mdme Florian (juas, juas) took me to my first hotel.

The cultural shock began early. The road to the hotel in Tana offered a mix of sensations and discovered a poor country recovering from the turmoil in 2009, and since without an elected head of state. The consequences, the economic impact can be seen by the naked eye. I wonder how long it will take to the country to lead a road towards recovery. The future prospects are uncertain with a growing population and a poor distribution of basic needs, beginning with nurture. Sources are not scarce, but long term planning and organisation is a growing issue.

That said, the country's biodiversity is unbelievably rich, with a unique landscape. I am very honoured to be able to see a country totally different from the ones I have visited so far.


From Antananarivo my next destination was Mahajanga. The trip stretches out around 400Km, but due to the poor road conditions it took 12 hours to reach destination.
I took a bus the next morning to Mahajanga, where I met Mdme Patricia, quite a character who has lived in Mada on and off since the 60s. She loves the country and filled me in with information about the overall state of things, the Malgasy character and other anecdotes. She is very chatty, according to her, because she wants to make sure that the drivers don't fall asleep. We travelled on a van, found different animals on the way, did wee wee stops in the bushes, had a flat tyre and witnessed a very unfortunate accident one hour away from destination, in which a  truck run over a kid who crossed the road unaware of the imminent danger.
Malgasies are laid back and careless, as I could see by how they adapt to road rules (rules?), the truck was driving on a populated area too fast, the kid crossed too carelessly... I looked in astonishment a kid running to the middle of the road, until  it stood in front of it, heard screeching brakes and was told that the kid didn't land under the tyres but got hit by the mud guard. Bless him and hope it recovers. I didn't look further, I ducked my head. We didn't stop, it was a very narrow road, the hour left continued in silence.

Abendämmerung à chez Winckler. A peaceful summer breeze sitting on the garden porch

Mahajanga is really charming, sunny and hot place. I have spent a few days at chez Winckler and got to know a few of the ex-pats that make a living in this place. Some doing research, some trying to improve the situation and others settling far from our known Western life. This is a very different world, where time and space are relative.

The view from the garden at daylight that has become my awesome Yoga spot.

I met handy Dave, an American ex-pat who is taking care of his kid while his wife is doing research. His kid has made a quick immersion in the Malgasy life, he's learnt the local language in record time and loves hanging out with Malgasies. I got to hang around with him and witnessed the beautiful cultural treasure he is receiving. A great environment to grow up.

Finding treasures on the beach

I am very happy I could borrow a car to drive around the dirt roads to Cirque Rouge beach. How can I describe the sensation I had when I arrived... A soft mountain of white and red clays, stunning colours leading to a quiet beach...

Cirque Rouge, the soft ground of pink clay

Our improvised beach boys (!)

The sense of private sphere is little known by Malgasys and soon we were spotted first by two young guys who cared little about discretion and observed our every move and three young girls who approached us to give us some clay (great minerals for the face) and stayed hoping to receive a "souvenir". I took a picture of them with my sunglasses on, but didn't have anything representative to give them.

 

Beach girl in Cirque Rouge, on school holidays from Tana

Clay masks are a common thing to see

Yoyo is taking great care of me, my gratitude is huge! This week I got to accompany her to run some errands and I got to visit the market. It is nice to know that food, meat and fish are being produced in a sustainable way. I don't eat meat but chicken run around free, vegetables are seasonal and fish are caught on the line.There is little variety, but the taste is indescribable.

Marché

I keep thanking God and the Universe to be so privileged, specially here, and be able to afford food.
There is little one can do regarding financial aid when there is no administration, and I admire those who give their time and their love to make a small difference day by day. 

Next stop: Noisy Be. Overnight bus trip and hoping to return by boat.
Report will follow in less than 2 weeks.

Be thankful of what you have and whatever you do, do it with love.


Remembering the lyrics of my favourite psychodelic children film "Puffnstuff" from the "living Island" lyrics:
Alive on living island (...)

Alive and giving living love
The love on which your heart depends

....And we've been dreaming of

motion healthiness

Motion healthiness. A word like that must have been coined. It describes my state some times.It is the sudden feeling of improved health, of liveliness when set in motion.
I feel sometimes like those old fashion watches you wrung when shaking your wrist. Rock me!

So, with 3 hours of wait for my next trip (sweeet and yaaay!) I couldn't help pulling my laptop to immortalise in words and a few images the last stage of the extended Malay visit.

Thank you Aenie again for letting me be your PA, appendix or Western sister these days. I'd be so honoured to return the favour whenever you have time to escape to OZ, or if we coincide some day in Amsterdam, or maybe even in Barcelona. I have been able to try all delicacies from all Asian corners, you have given me the joy of being able to eat lovely spicy food and I was pleased to share addiction to bubble tea with you.

I loved mum's meals...  Above a snapshot of the Wong sisters

 One of the best meals I have ever had!

Back at the airport I am alternating between the cold airco in the departures hall to the warmth outside. Somehow the view of the control tower in this subtle breeze makes my mind escape to nice memories, but more than that, makes me enjoy my now, the moment and reminds me of how lucky I am.

I am waiting to some of the Perhentian pictures to come my way.
The islands were a fantastic getaway  and allow you to experience them whatever way you please. You can watch them underwater, hike, be a beach bum or a party animal, or all at once.

Thanks to the Perhentian, a small enclave, we got to know each other better. I caught up with two friends from Barcelona Cristobal and Oriol. Ah, it was long overdue, so glad we shared so many moments!
Cristobal and I know each other from the uni days back in Barcelona, but were no more than very compatible indirect friends. Now the friendship has come closer, more direct, has strengthen the ties of the Barcelona connection and overall I can say, we have learnt from each other and got a very positive exchange out of that. Which is a very cool thing.

I have been running, swimming and yoga-ing every morning and I thank Oriol and his hyperactivity for waking me up each morning, eager and energetic.

Also thank you so much for giving my stamina something to do. I have a lot there and it loved to make you my partner in crime to jump out of 10 meter high towers, kayak through impossible tides, chase rats and other jaimitadas.Thank you for all that motion!



My friend Tony accompanied me to the train. Something very particular about him is that he has a special talent to sense energies. Thank you for being so generous and kind.

On my way to the airport,some strangers stroke predictable small chats with me. One question you get to be asked (after nationality) if you are being seen on your own is: are you alone?

With a wide smile, my favourite answer is: I am NEVER alone.

Hermit... and turtle

It has been a couple of days and finally, at a certain point I managed to relax...The Perhentian Islands have quite done the trick after going through the ordeal of trying to get my Indian visa in KL... To no avail :-(

The process of relaxing started to speed up when I met the Turtle Hermit. I call him "el Follet Tortuga" because my first impression was that he looked like the Turtle Hermit in the first season of Dragon Ball, without the shield and the beard. 
He is the most intriguing person I have met in this big island.
I was wandering around in an old mall, looking for nothing but a shelter from a tropical storm in KL.
I bumped into a hairdresser shop that offered massage. They sent me to the back of the  shop, a little office where an old man, in his 80s greeted me. He was dressed in a  flowery shirt that looked 4 sizes bigger than his fragile body and was wearing a pair of chinos, also very loose. I shall say I wasn't expecting such a masseur. I lied down in a rather shabby massage table with very thin, not very skilfull cleaned towels.The staff at the hairdresser told me he didn't speak much English and that I shall shout at him, because he is quite deaf. I told myself to let go and see if I could be expecting a pleasant surprise.
Nothing short of that! All around the place there were posters of reflexology and he seemed  to have studied the human body thoroughly.

I usually order just 30 min of massage, in case I don't enjoy it much. As soon as he started it I knew he knew what he was doing. It has been the most  amazing experience I have ever had.
He seemed to be listening to my body, tapping it and expecting a response. I shall say my arms have been hurting terribly since I left Sydney, as I pulled my shoulder muscles practising with a pole I had installed in my room. I couldn't hardly raise them and the pain was excruciating. When he reached the shoulders he said: stop! No good, stand up! - He did pressure points on my ears, gave me different gadgets to lift and made me do a  few exercises to figure out  the pain. Then he took out some special oils he applied on my arms and at the end he did some aromatherapy on my forehead and on the nose.
He didn't stop until the pain vanished. After nearly one hour he charged me only half an hour and told me when I come back he will relax my muscles and in a further  session he will work on my legs.
He was a  very pleasant surprise and part of the healing was the fact that he put a lot of intention and love in it. I could see him excited to be finding answers to my pain and his persistence and dedication were admirable.

I recommend anyone who is going to Kuala Lumpur, to the Chinese quarter to visit Mr Hermit, here his contact:

Gan Natural Healthcare
K. Y. GAN
IN: Itec Hair Salon (inside) Lot 2.16. 2nd Floor - Kota Raya Complex (an old Malay mall),
Jalan Cheng Lock 5000 Kuala Lumpur

I took a picture of him on my last session.

Meet Mr Gan

I am going to KL tomorrow and I will be definitely pay him a visit to fix my painful right leg.

I booked a ticket to Madagascar, as India will have to wait, as soon as I have pictures of the perhentian I will upload some.
Love from Malaysia

the beauty of contrasts

I am back to a Hostel, bunk bedding, chilling and observing the ins and outs of strangers. And unfortunately reaching the conclusion, that a certain nationality is intrusive and loud.

These couple of days have been fantastic counting on the great company of my friend Aenie, who is the best host I have yet experienced. My gratitude is big.

We have met again after a good couple of years, when we shared drama experiences in a theatre course in Sydney. Aenie and I are an odd combination, which of course makes the friendship so much more interesting.

So far I have been lucky to be taken to a singing practise (lovely voice she has, among many many talents) and met with her pastor, who is a lovely enthusiastic woman from which I would have loved to learn more. What an energy!

Aenie's family is really sweet, so lovely and so lively. With a super cheerful mum and a "seniour-teenager" dad, they took me for an unforgettable experience in the Genting casino.

Genting is an area in the highlands off KL. It is a paradise for entertainment. It has a very big and busy casino, I had never seen so many people busy betting.
A casino is not a place I would choose to visit, so I was very pleased to share the experience with the family, have some family time. Mum and dad like to go for an odd eve of gambling now and then, so they were good guides. In the casino we were taken to the VIP area. I was actually quite amazed. I had lovely food, I did lots of mental bets which ended in a big loss of imaginary money and we slept comfortably in a big suite, which made us stay awake until almost 4 out of excitement.

Back at Aenies we had a homemade meal of Chinese food and I got to meet other members of her family. Her relationship with her sister had a lot of things in common with the one with my sis. The parallels in such a small world.
Delicious family gatherings. Unique experiences. Enjoying the moment.

so you think you are special?

Made it to the airport. I was 1 whole hour ahead of the expected  departure time, 40 minutes  before boarding in and the check in counters were already closed.

I forgot my boarding pass home, so I knew I was going to get in trouble. And I did. I am sure if I'd been panicking they would have made it harder to me. But I was Zen. I'm supposed to stay at a friend's in KL, hadn't heard from her. I was late to request a Visa to India so a few ladies in heaps of make up telling me that I might not make it didn't sound surprising to me. They wanted proof that I had an outward ticket from Malaysia. Travelling loses its mojo when you can't say anymore: "I don't know where I am going to stay and I don't know how long I'll be there". Life is not that predictable, so isn't travelling! I had the Aussie border police put me aside questioning why I am not in NZ using my working Visa. I told them about my love affair with Sydney.
 

The flight was hypnotic, the picture above is a lonely island that looks like an eye, off the Australian North-West Coast. Such a caprice of nature in the middle of nowhere!
I had never been so sleepy on a plane. I had the chance to exchange some words with my single-serving plane mates (extracted from the Flight Club, I loved that reflection) and I must say to Ben, best of lucks in your new stage of life. Brave of you that you decided to go where your heart leads you.
I arrived effortless to my assigned hostel after a smooth bus and metro ride. Great metropolitan system, KL! Met my hostel mates briefly and went out with them for food and booze. Funny, as I walked in the hostel, all guests gathered in front of the TV the spontaneous greeting I came up with was: hi flatties!
I must miss mine already :-(

32 Degrees and the  back pains start fading away. I belong in the hot weather. Cold humidity is no good.

And today... So you think you are special?
I went to apply for an Indian Visa, as I had no time while in Sydney. Note that I am a Spanish citizen with residence in The Netherlands, who has a work permit in New Zealand but lives in Australia.
The only thing I can say is that they took me to a separate room with flowers and a sofa, I didn't have to queue a bit, gave me a coffee and were extremely patient in trying to understand why I wouldn't apply a Visa from my country of residence or citizenship. I felt absolutely awkward to be the only guest in their Premium lounge.
Jess the frantically running assistant lady was gold. And patient. And made up fantastic imaginary addresses and phone numbers for my Indian accommodation. She understood I only knew I was going to visit Amma's Ashram, that I had a Malay phone number I didn't know, that I had all information online and that I have a dumb phone...

I will know if India wants me next week. In the meantime I am about to meet my Chinese Malay friend... Love reunions!

Sydney airport

AUG 9.
My ticket says that I am landing in Kuala Lumpur in just 10 hours.
It''s a long story to explain why I decided to sell my Burning Man tickets, leave aside the idea of a short visit to the US, Mexico and South America and how I decided, in just a week, that there are a few places in the world I really want to see.
Kuala Lumpur is just a hub. It was my Visa run, as I have been denied the visa I was applying for in Australia.

In Kuala Lumpur I will meet with Aenie, whom I met during a drama course in Sydney and my Barcelona friend Cristóbal in the Perhential Islands.
In one week I have managed to apply for a volunteer position in the Islands, but  I was too short of time to be processed. I am glad in a way, because volunteering for a week costs 400 DOllars and paying to work is something I dislike.

The idea of going to India developed since flights from Kuala Lumpur are quite affordable. KL flies to Kochi and there, there is Amma's ashram. The area is gorgeous, so here we go.

Tomorrow, update, adventure. I was late to apply for a Visa for India in Sydney and to check on vaccinations.
So I will be doing paper work around Kuala Lumpur

I am aware of the time I have been out of here. I was concentrating, obsessing, wishing and hoping.

Now I can go on, the wait is over.

I have been collecting facts that make Australia the place I love most, in its corky, its negative or positive sides.

And for this week, I feel like an observer, almost a voyeur.
Interesting.

Sydney me one more time

Time to thank the Endless Space many times for this place and this life. In some occasions I feel I am not thankful enough of the extraordinary life I have. So thanking time before starting.

After travelling the world I've found myself at ease in the Southern Hemisphere. I love New Zealand, I have it in my heart as a nourishing place. I met the most beautiful earth-bound people there and learnt karmaic, liberating lessons the hard way, from ... yes, ugly people. Bless them, they are lucky to live in such a great land.

The only thing I miss and wish I had here is my family. Sydney reminds me of Barcelona, the vibrant Barcelona I once enjoyed so much. I wish I belonged here family and all.

I will set on a little photo tour, but  still haven't found the time. There are lots of stories wanting to come out, so I won't delay it longer.

First episode: The Clairvaux.

Busy now collecting pictures, I have been procrastinating, trying to find a time to take some. In the Clairvaux live a few chosen ones under the unusual and often anachronistic management of our main tenant.

Our place is situated in probably the 'most poshest' neighbourhood in Sydney. So we really stand out. We are like the punks among so much "too-much-ness".  I love to know that this Clairvaux place exists and that I inhabit it. It is unique and it won't happen again in future generations to come.

The views to the city are stunning, the flatmates beautiful in every sense. Our manager has a rare talent to know who is suitable to live there and who not, which creates a special little feeling of community and creates lovable vibes.

I have so many stories to collect from Sydney that I wanted to start with the introduction of the place I live, as it provides a great contribution to this wonderful life and will be often mentioned.

A place to call home, since home is made of people along the way. I loved it once. I love it again.
Sydney (me) one more time! Hoping that this time it is for good.

Slowly but nowly!

Hello dear readers, followers and whoever bumped into this site googleing nose-related pains.
Stick around, maybe you learn something new today, who knows.
As I have been given the gift to stop and listen to myself I will tell you, like the universe, I am, we all are in expansion.

I have been living in NZ, land of Teachings, where I still think there has been an interference for me to be able to close all cycles. Which was necessary to start mine here with a clear reset and with all lessons learnt. Not bothered. Cycles are that, cycles. Therefore, there will be another time around...

New destination: SYDNEY.

Let me tell you about this city and what it means to me.

I once published a post called: memory lane, which I deleted because it spread unnecessary and unwanted pain.

I decided to finally "give it up" to Sydney, since this city has only brought me love, laughter, waves and sun, probably the most important things a Mediterranean weird flower needs in order to blossom to its fullest. I have never loved so meaningfully, laughed so hard or admired the sea as much as I have done it here.

So, here I am, again. It's taken a week to settle and collect a few results of a few things I have set going.
They show slowly. It is surprising how plan A shows and then plan B manifests and so on, things keep changing and I take them as they come.

In any case big things going in my personal inner journey towards ascension.
In Sydney I have found out what direction my mission is taking, as it usually happens, it starts by clearing a few questions.

This introduction will lead to some updates of life in here. The ins and outs of this blessed space I am inhabiting and the ins and ins of the mind that inhabits me.

Yesterday, I stayed for a while in the living room. Communal spaces are often strangely silent and empty.
My new flatmate came around with a set of wings, they didn't belong to her and she didn't want them. I have never owned a pair of wings. I put them on and didn't take them off until bed time. They felt just fine! I thought of the Angel of abundance and the teachings of the violet fire...

I will sure honor the wings and transform them into an expression of art! Lots of ideas in that aspect. And a few people to look up to who are making them come true.