Due to some unfortunate events, this blog will be on hiatus for a while.
Aloha! The past two weeks have been quality time offline, mainly due to the fact that the hostel(s) that advertised free Wifi had free Wifi for about 5 minutes and then it was 20AUD per day to keep it running. Makes me feel glad that I don’t have an online business, I would’ve been screwed if that was the case. So what has happened between now and my last blog post? Continue reading “Sunburn here sunburn there sunburn everywhere!”
I stepped outside the airport to get to the city center and fog crept up my glasses, covering them completely. I took them off to see huge dark clouds on the sky and large mountains on the horizon. I had landed in Cairns a couple of minutes ago and after I got my suitcase I headed outside where I was greeted by tropical climate, air so thick and humid you could almost cut it. After some confusion I finally found a bus to take to the city center, the driver thankfully brought me to my hostel’s doorstep.
I brought my stuff in my room and after a quick dinner headed out to have a look at what Cairns has to offer. Not thinking about much I looked up to the sky to look at the moon and I saw some birds flying by. “Hmm, so many birds so close to sunset, that’s a bit weird…” I thought “…and they have strange feathers…?”
Looking closer they were bats. Huge, gigantic enormous bats. Bigger than your face and faster than you can run. Welcome to Australia, the country of weird shit, where culture shocks happen within the hour! Continue reading “Cairns”
I can’t believe I’m already writing these lines, seems like yesterday that I arrived here… but as the saying goes, time flies when you’re having fun.
I’m deeply thankful for this year in New Zealand. It has been amazing beyond any imagination, a wonderful adventure with even more wonderful people. I’m sad to leave and I will never forget what I experienced here.
I have inserted a gallery below, if you like the pictures you can find more amazing pics on instagram, I recently got an account.
Anyway, my flight leaves in a bit and then I’ll be in Australia to dive and snorkel and cuddle some Koala bears.
After my popular post with some humorous thoughts about minimalism I want to throw some more controversial thought into the mess and thus this post was born.
About the meaning of minimalism and what comes after you’ve done all the decluttering and is minimalism really the way to make you happy. Continue reading “Some controverse thoughts on Minimalism”
- Minimalists count their possessions and those with less possessions are better and considered the “Great Minimalist Masters”. There can only be a group of 100 people like that in the whole world, so it’s a big race and a big dream for every minimalist to be like them.
- You can only be a Minimalist when you’re 20-30 years old. If you start any later than that, you won’t be able to get the same results. Ever. Once a minimalist reaches age 30, they have to say goodbye to their lifestyle, get married, accumulate stuff and get kids who want more stuff. Because you can’t be a minimalist and have a family at the same time. Everyone knows this. We, as a minimalist community mourn the loss of these members and pray for their souls.
- Every minimalist has at least tried meditating once. If you haven’t gone on one meditaion retreat or if you’re not a firm believer of Jesus Chris or insert your religion here you’re not able to call yourself a minimalist. Minimalism is not about stuff, it is about what’s beyond that. If you’re neither meditation nor are religious you will never get that. Ommmmmm.
- Minimalists love Yoga. Namaste! Putting your feet over your head or making a pretzel of your legs is the only alternative you have to the point above. If you’re not able to do that, you disqualify as minimalist.
- Minimalists will judge you when you have trouble letting go of sentimental items. Who cares that you got these earrings from your favorite aunt who died of breast cancer last year? Get rid of them or you will have too many possessions to be a “Great Minimalist Master” and you will have failed the community.
- Shopping is minimalist torture. Because even if they like stuff, a minimalist can never admit this. If you take a minimalist friend shopping with you, you will see the famous minimalist ritual: They will take a pen and paper and write the things they want to buy on a list. The minimalist will then wait and buy the thing 3 days later. In secret. When nobody can see them. They will never buy anything when a non-minimalist can see them as this would destroy their credibility.
- Minimalists want to save the earth. They refuse to drive a car because that will make their footprint on mother earth bigger. Even if they have 4 kids and live in the countryside they will refuse to drive a car, because they want to be superior to you. They will also grow their own vegetables, but will only have a shovel because they don’t want to get too much stuff. They will then frequently come to your house to borrow items from you.
- Minimalists hate decorative items. They will come into your house and will try and convince you how vain you are, because of your collection of antique vases that you got from your grandmother, so never invite them to your house if you can avoid it.
- A minimalist will never give you a birthday present. They don’t believe in material possessions, and if they don’t get a present, you don’t get a present, so the most you can expect is a book about minimalism. From the library. That you have to give back in 7 days.
- Minimalists have to quit their job and travel the world. If they decide to keep their 9-5 job, they won’t be able to be one of the “Great Minimalist Masters” ever, so every minimalist tries to at least become self-employed (even if they’re not made for that).
- Additional: Christmas is Minimalist hell. They have to explain to everyone that they don’t want any presents and force everyone to give them perishable items or experiences instead. As a present you can only expect these items from your minimalist friend.
I breathe in and the sulfur hits me in the face like a sledgehammer. I turn around nauseated, trying to find out where that smell comes from and why it is there, in the middle of the city. I’ve arrived in Rotorua 2 days ago and I’m still not used to the smells that come from the volcanic activities surrounding the city.
Rotorua is the 10th biggest city in New Zealand and it is on my way between the Tongariro Crossing and Coromandel, my next stop which is why I decided to spend a couple of days here. It is famous for its “geothermal activities”, which means that the whole city smells like rotten eggs and that you can take mud baths in natural mud pools and that there are geysers and volcanic craters. Continue reading “Rotten eggs for everyone!”