Darkness of Hell and
night deprived Of every planet under a poor sky, how great can
clouds of darkness,
not made unto my sight so thick a veil as
that smoke which there enveloped us ,
or a feeling of so rough a texture
the eye to stay open not;
order mine escort approached me and trust
humerus offered me.
Even as a blind man goes behind his guide
not to lose and not to create a clash in which
's harassing, or perhaps kills, so I went
the bitter and foul air, listening to my leader that
but said: "Look that from me you are not cut."
I'm going to write ...
note with regret that "I come to write" is becoming a starting too used in my last emails overturned because of the long silences and sudden shooting of communications ... Many of you not having had Recently the "pleasure" of my provocations, they tried to venture into an explanation of the 'cause of my long silence, results with more 'or less corresponds to the truth'. Unfortunately there are no mysteries: the reality 'and' more 'banal as it seems. Not always the commitments and work stress I allow ideas to be found in the environment that surrounds me issues of disclosure and / or discussion. This time
and 'different, the contents were missing and were not in my head for several weeks. In fact, I spent nearly two days on holiday in the company of real people who deserve to be described, but unfortunately so far I had not had time to write. I know you can 'be a disappointment to those who I had envisioned with pebbles in his pocket under the bridge of the brothers blacks in Sydney (if any) or the flowers in their pockets in the arms of some former Miss Universe Australia (assuming that there is too ...).
So far I have described an Australia province, seen through the eyes of our fellow countrymen and little transparency through their reflection in my mat, and now I want you to relive the same provincial Australia but modeled on the huge spaces of Bill Bryson, the 4000 mileage from Adelaide to Brisbane on board a chartered bus hippy for the occasion. Maybe I developed a degree of pessimism but I agree with those who say that traveling to this day means, above all see things when it is still possible. So 'I did. Faced with the violence of nature and the sea that beat with force on the south coast of Australia, fragile sudden revelation, I thought I'd sum up my emotions, in the words of one of my mates 's-ventura ":" Here there is' nothing to do ... "( note the "s-crittore" means the expression was more 'colorful but my self-censorship advised me to sweeten the second most fees' in keeping the level of the narrative).
For once lighthouse 'the name of the poster: This is Aladdin Pozzebon (I decided to keep his real first name because' no one knows and then 'cause I promised not to complain anyway). He and 'was the real star the silence of our adventure: Italian in Venice (the registrar would Treviso), 50, never married, a few words, but all full of incurable optimism, he entertained our days as Burke did in the Great Northern Exploration Expedition. Burke for those who do not know it was unfortunate companion in misfortune to Wills expedition from Melbourne to the North (The year was 1860) and was known for his extraordinary ability 'to get lost everywhere, even in residential areas ... none of the two back 'never again' at home ...
When Aladdin / Burke decided to join us, I and another friend of snacks, Alexander, we were three days in Adelaide and the Barossa Valley and were tested accurate assessment visit carried out by six wineries, and the consequent forced wine tastings. We were even almost managed to "dispose of" a Sicilian Christmas spent in Melbourne, when our hero has warned us that it had decided to close its bakery, the best of Brisbane, in the period of increased flow of customers ...
joints with more 'than an hour late at the airport, we boarded a van rented for the occasion, a "Wicked van." You should know that the Wicked 'a car hire company in Australia that has a fleet of vehicles that have the characteristic of being very old, bought back by years business of various kinds, written by hippies and repaint completely drawn in order to allow passengers to travel and sleep more 'or less comfortably (plus' unless more'...). Our van we decided to call it Daisy, had recently completed a distinguished service as a delivery van in the lunchroom and Australia had been subjected to a makeover / facelift: can admire painted in green, purple and fuchsia in the picture attached .. . He had peace symbols on the sides and rear of the phrase "make love not war ... I am married, I do BOTH ..." which makes it really very nice. At Daisy we made a lot of 4000 km, we climbed on her Wilson's Promontory, camped in Byron Bay, visited Sydney, and above all we have entered the circuit of Phillip Island, where the race takes place every year in the World Championship GP. All this and 'documented by 3 hours of video and 300 photos to send you little man ...
But back to the real star of the holidays: Aladdin. You and 'Armani suit and presented does not have a tent and anything else useful to the campsite and the type of vacation, and for nothing' served its effort to make amends at the first station. We were still in Melbourne when he thought of doing something useful, buy a map to facilitate our trip (in fact you should know that the world upside down, there are no street signs): the problem 'being that we have in Victoria bought a map of New South Wales ... for those unfamiliar with Australia would like to say that starting from Rome we have a useful map of Lombardy, that 'with a gap of about 400 km ...
Just to belie his reputation as the "Tom Tom" Pozzebon, sailing overnight, after many vicissitudes has guided us in Sydney. Here to forgive the mistake of Melbourne he wanted to purchase a map of the city ', choosing the one that did not contain any geographical indication of the streets ... I have come to a head node or maybe' coming to the comb at the nodes ( as the point of view and 'upside down) when we decided to stay, only then we Aladdin's discovered that the tent had been in the attic ... probably with a sleeping bag and a driver's license (since he has never driven). I'm afraid that everything was left on the table next to the fruit, to paraphrase Benigni ...
About Fruit: being now come to the fruit we had the opportunity to experience the great quality 'of skilled young marmot other musketeer, Alexander, now no longer' young, so 'as it is for officers on leave, and 'was promoted to the rank of Grand Mogul. Alessandro unlike Aladdin has brought with it 'all: a new tent, several sleeping bags, blankets, mattresses and even an electric pump ... with an excellent sense of direction, has revealed only drawback is that too often follow the advice of him who had left his sense of direction next to the fruit ... and the sleeping bag ...
Luckily on these occasions and we 'come to the aid of the book that Professor Miyamoto Musashi Alexander did not fail to bring. It is said that he does not ever get separated, and never fails to put into practice the teachings of the samurai without blemish and without fear ... the problem is 'that as Musashi and' lived between 1500 and 1600 we have found satisfactory answers in his writings to guide us in the traffic of Sydney, so 'we lost again ... and we just avoided that Alexander, humiliated, did harakiri ...
I will spare you the description of the environment around us, the 12 Apostles, now remained in nine ... (see photo) and the Ocean's Road, an encounter with the penguins and the exchange of views with them about the possible evolution of the human species, the dense conversation with koalas and eucalyptus drugged to which we offered an excellent Italian espresso, resulting in sluggish response to a polite refusal ...
We arrived finally in New South Wales and we approached Sydney City 'less provincial in Brisbane, but also less ready to welcome a colorful hippy van as Daisy.
's' cause when Frank (the fourth musketeer) we reached the airport, having traveled in business class, all dressed in suits and ties, we - having readily observed among a host of other jackets and ties - we decided to get off the bus and a hug warm welcome back ... The cry of embarrassment el'ilarita 'general' soon vanished when we got lost again on the streets of Sydney, led by new conducador. You should know that Frank also called Frankly Frank, aka Frank the dustbin (since 'mouth particularly good), or Frank Sinatra (for the skills' singing), or more' commonly Simply Frank, boasts of having lived for years in Sydney accompanied by a his ex-girlfriend who apparently had twice his years (he still did not want to reveal the age'...). You can imagine our disappointment when we discovered that he lived in a place called Gosford ... to use another simile Italic: it would be like saying that one has lived in Rome and it has lived in Frosinone .... which is actually 'very Best of Gosford ...
Especially nice and 'was the stage at Bondi beach, whose name reminded me of the muffins I ate in Florence, although here inexplicably pronounced "Bondai" ... it was just like the beaches you see in the show: in a dreamy atmosphere in which only waited the arrival of Pamela Anderson with a host of other bay Watch Aladdin 'once again managed to pervade the entire environment of his innate good humor. "It 's true - ruled - Australia is not' more 'than the former" ... We continued to insult him for hours if it had not appeared in a bottom of extraordinary form and capable of debating philosophy ... taken by the intense conversation about Plato's world of ideas and intentions and to discover how much there was in Plato's concept of monad of Leibniz, we have inadvertently agreed to the request for Frank to see again the places where he had lived ... stopping in front of the bakery where our friend bought bread every morning, the bar where he had breakfast and home on the seventh floor where he lived, we went back to the sad appearance of becoming ...
To avoid being infected by the melancholy of Frank decided to leave him an old uncle who had not seen him for years and has also tried to start fringe not to know him and we managed to escape to Byron Bay, the ' only place where Daisy has once again been able to feel at ease. Omit 'to tell you how by mistake I've stolen the keys to the house, shop and everything that had a lock to an elderly lady who had prepared us a pizza and bring it back as we have had so far prevented it to close the his restaurant at Phillip Island or how a young lady who works in an ice cream shop in the the same place he tried to rub Aladdin believing and hoping that a genie came out a smile as a gift, without any success ... omit 'also describe the emotion felt by Daisy and when' entry into the Motodrom and the thrill that has crossed it when he ate the dust raised by Valentino Rossi months before ... and 'I'll talk about not' even when for the last year we went to dinner with a friend of Frank, already 'candidate in the past elections, and we Pacheggio Daisy in the courtyard of his magnificent villa among a dozen Mercedes and BMW ...
Dedicated to all travelers ...
