Waking up in the tent again. Weather is finally nice and warm, so we don't have to put every single thing from my backpack for the night. After half a year my clothes have finished and I walked Melbourne looking like a weirdo, wearing random pieces of clothing. Funnily enough, I didn't really stand out, because this city is full of space cadets, artists, pseudo artists who spray the streets and their own faces. But the city has a nice vibe, lots of cafes, outdoor eateries, galleries and street greenery. That's also the first city in Australia that really looks like a city, with enough density and street life. Most towns here are settlements with a few thousand inhabitants, wide street with lots of parking spaces and a few one storey buildings along it.
We left Melbourne with a new wardrobe supplied by Pamela, so now I can show up in Sydney without shame and have a photo taken in front of the opera house.
In the meantime some paragliding in Bright over the Mt Mystic and climb to the top of Mt Kosciuszko in full milk of clouds and still snowy fields on the top.
Time is racing and it's already Movember, so grow your mustaches thick and long boys. Over.
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