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.

if I could be that strong mountain

Quick report from my little universe.
 
Little universe is telling me to climb that mountain. While I surrender: to thoughts, to Morpheus, to love and to that confusing moment of transition that leads to excesses and impulsive actions. I love the craziness of impulsive actions. They can change the course of the whole day, week, sometimes they can change your life.

In a thanking round I thank the universe so many times for throwing these gifts at me. I admit I sometimes don't quite know what to do with them. Ashamed, I ask for forgiveness and promise to be a better learner. I have so much more to learn, it is an exciting road, but filled with obstacles. You trip on them and have to get up alone. The ones you thought where along the road vanish. Same old.

 Rivers, my new passion during my trip to the South Island. I've always wanted to live by the sea. But rivers carry so much magic and so much laughter.

I've taken some time off from things happening and I just let them happen. Quick sand, a new fantasy. Artax in "The Swamps of Sadness". Artax succumbs to the sadness. Such a beautiful metaphor. I pray to the infinite expanding space to manifest the meditative mountain where thoughts flow through waterfalls to the river of life. One of those exhausting tracks uphill. But the weather at the top is an amazing evening blue.

Preparing to say good bye to the magic beauty of New Zealand.

With an unfulfilled cycle, I didn't want to have to come back. I might just ignore it and accept the loss.
What can I say:  

Cal dir adéu a la porta que es tanca i no hem volgut tancar.