A wish for humanity part two, we continue talking about travelling abroad and at home, the beautiful we can see, learn and experience. Mostly we have fun and talk beautifully, see you soon.
Learning a new language
To be honest out of all my time travelling nothing has been as fun as learning Spanish, nothing has been as frustrating as learning German.
German, did not get far, Spanish, coming a long way. Super SUPER duper fun.
At a point where everyday tasks are super easy, starting to engage in basic conversation and, really, just having a bloody good time of it.
A couple of years ago learnt before travelling in Spanish territory, used Duolingo and Memerize, great apps. Learnt the very basics and then practicing, giving it a shot, playing a bucketload of charades in the Americas has been the funniest of funny. Everybody loves it, everybody.
Today, could not stop laughing on the bus, the second bus I took. First one the movie was so loud no point trying to talk to the person next to me, well them talk to me is more the point. Big tall bloke in a country of little people, comparatively to Australia anyway, and people are interested in you, want to talk to and then some.
Fortunately the second bus was the innercity one. Fun too, figured bugger it, no idea where the bus is going but I will jump on and then off when the streets get busy. They did, very busy, about 30 minutes on the bus.
The bloke next to me started talking, kept talking, and did not stop for the whole trip. The basic stuff no problem, but it was not the basic he wanted. No matter how many times I repeated, amigo, mi español es muy básico, no entiendo, it did not matter. Kept banging on and on and on and on.
I laughed and laughed and laughed and then when I thought could not laugh any more, laughed some more. People around us were laughing too, they got it, not this bloke though.
So so funny, ridiculous fun, highly recommend it, HIGHLY.
Port Hedland, Western Australia
Port Hedland, Western Australia, one of the toughest places in Australia. Many reasons. The heat can be beyond painful, the town’s social issues ridiculous and then there are the effects of the mining industry on the fabric of the place. Destroyed everything and everyone.
There is beauty too, absolute beauty.
Sunrises and sunsets consistently performing miracles in the sky, phenomenally beautiful are not the words to describe what happens in the air at dusk and dawn, repetitively.
Rocks, reefs, that can be walked over 100 metres at low tide. An adventurer will see all forms of life, plants, coral, fish, turtles, sharks and a whole bunch of other amazing lifeforms without dipping a toe in the water.
Stairway to heaven, God, just God. The ocean tides so extreme and the water so shallow that the sand bars and the bright moon play the most outrageous of games together. When it is the very right time, tide, and weather it looks like the light and sand bars create a staircase that extends from the earth to the heights of the sky, all the way to the moon.
The above can be seen from Broome too but Hedland one basically has it all to themselves.
Then, the craziest of crazy. Sitting in the office, look up and in the horizon see a big puff of what appears to be dust. 15 minutes later it is halfway from the horizon to Hedland, a massive sand storm made from ochre dirt. The sand storm is moving fast, really fast, coming straight for the towns of Port and South Hedland.
Another quarter of an hour go by, the storm is only 15 kilometres away, it is huge, taking up most of one’s view to the northeast. Pure thick red dirt moving at a ridiculous speed. Inside the scene is lightning cracking in every direction, the creation of a climate unique to this moving mass.
15 more minutes pass and the blob reaches the town, every siren is going, all people have locked themselves inside doors, the town turns pitch black at 2pm. 10 minutes and the storm passes completely, 20 more and everything is settled, the sun reappears in the sky, calmnness endures.
Walking outside nobody would know anything happened at all with the exception of the 10 centimetres of red dirt covering every exposed surface, car, building, grass, all other things.
Ridiculously awesome.
Some more language
Just adore learning Spanish, going places in a hurry, such a hurry in fact that I have decided to bring in some Australian to the conversations.
First however, Ecuador I absolutely love you, but have a few minor complaints. Not really concerns but it is fun to point a couple of them out. Also, I want to use some of your language with a twist of my own.
First, you walk so bloody slow, there is no purpose to anything you do. Not only that, but how you think walking on a three-person footpath with five people hand in hand is okay is beyond me. Then you will all stop, look behind you, see me, have a good old yarn to one another and not move a muscle, not even untie the hands, not let me past. Like, you are very very lacking in consideration for others.
Amigos, saquen sus malditas cabezas de sus culos. Caminar detrás de ti es tan divertido como empujar caca cuesta arriba con una aguja de coser.
Two, your little shops that deal in nothing but small coins and never have change, seriously, how is this possible, defies understanding. Go in to you with a $10 note for $3 worth of shit and you look at me like I am the world’s biggest arsehole for not having a cache of loose change in my pockets. You’re the shop pal, not me, far out brussel sprout.
Tan útil como un toro con tetas.
Three, your cheese, fucking hell pals, talk about eating shit on toast. ¡Casi prefiero recoger un montón de excremento húmedo de perro y aplaudir que comer esa porquería!
There will be more of this, it has been fun, and I love you. Especialmente, porque tu siempre estas tan feliz como un bastardo en el dia del padre. Which is not correct, means the opposite, but it’s funnier than porque siempre estás sonriendo como un zorro muerto.