Green curry and a funderare

Was just thinking. I am knackered.

So much has happened these last weeks and we've covered so much ground, met so many people. Everyone has his or her story. I kind of feel like everyone I meet has a similar story.

Like, you meet all these people for a short while.

Most people you meet are single.
You also say goodbye to a lot of people, and it gets to you.
At first I only thought of it like we were doing the same trip. Who ever I talk to they are all going to Cairns, Sydney, New Zealand... I keep bumping in to the same people in different cities. Weird. But then there's more than that.

I feel like most people I meet are running away from something.
We all have something shitty back home that drove us as far away as possible. Cause you can't really get further away from home than this. It's fucking Australia. Down Under.

We don't know each other, but you can feel that we all have somthing in common.

I was thinking about how it must be living here. Meeting so many young travelers everyday, not knowing if you'll ever see them again. And people really manage to keep the spirit. Everywhere.

Running away. Keep swimming. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. Swimming, swimming... (Dory)

But you can't run away from yourself. That's good. I like me.
(Don't listen to what the others say)