The Final Countdown..

Therefor my last entry will be in English 🙂

It’s kind of unbelievable. Almost one year I arrived at the airport in Sydney having no clue about what’s gonna happen in the next couple of month. Hey, I never even planned to be here longer than 10 month. To be honest.. I so wanted to leave on the 2^nd of august but without regretting anything, I changed my plan to go down to the snowy mountains for my last 3 months. It was the best decision ever, thank you so much for that, Georgia Lynch.

Now I’m facing my last 24 hours in this country. My feelings are pumping up and down, I can’t really focus on what to do in this short time. I remember when I spent my first couple of weeks in Sydney: the time was great and it passed so damn slowly. Especially December and January were the slowest months ever. But just a little bit later around June the time started to rush. Week after week passed and it felt like minutes.

I do remember my first days. Sitting in my hostel in YHA, sad, calm. I didn’t know what to do at all.. it was just bad. The first days in Löwenbräu Sydney changed everything. I will never forget the fuckload of shitty work every day, setting up so many groups for any party of the Oktoberfest, serving the biggest assholes in the world and having the great drinks in Jacksons on George or Coronation afterwards. I will never forget about the crazy bunch of german people I met there or the ONLY ONE security guy in Coronation talking about himself as a jew and his little cute babygirl.

I do remember the time off I spent around December and January. The Starcity Casino Sydney has been a great time for myself as a poker player. Winning money what I lost in return in those fucking pokie machines. Never ever again. Also Christmas gave me SUCH a good time, hanging around on Coogee Beach with all those guys from the Löwenbräu, grilling sausages, drinking beer and just chilling in the sun. Thank you Frank for that Volleyball match we played for like 2 hours? It was just great. And so was New Years Eve, what started right at Circular Quay with Kai, Rene, Anett and 2 other ladies. We saw one of the world greatest fireworks and partied hard until the morning light. Thank you Frank again for making it to Bondi Beach at 7 am in the morning with me. Yes I love the pictures of us sleeping half naked in my room that morning 🙂

I do remember my first Interview in the Four Seasons Hotel Sydney, one out of five in total. I was boiling, sweating my ass off cuz of me being nervous and excited and, of course, because it was summer and fucking 40 degrees hot. I became the worlds happiest man to get my job as a F&B Attendant in their Kable’s Restaurant, serving food and drinks at lunch and dinner time. Starting 11.30 am, finishing 11.30 pm (or later). I saw a lot of black unlimited AMEX Cards, making me jealous. I ran around like a bastard setting up function after function, watching other servers standing around and talking bullshit. Every saturday night ended up pretty hard in Jacksons on George, getting served shot after shot by Cass and Alana. Thanks for that, it was awesome 🙂

I do remember arriving in Jindabyne / Snowy Mountains. No job, no accommodation, no idea where the hell I was. My luckiest day in history the 19^th of June 2009 gave me the best job in the world and a very nice apartment in the Bogong Street in Jindy. I will never forget those people I met there. Awesome ski and snowboard instructors, walking-man-dancing training teachers, fucked up drinkers, lovely ticket sellers, the Seymour ski ladies, super nice supervisors and all those kids I’ve gone crazy with giving all the energy I had, every day. It was the time of my life and the guys and girls i was living and working with are the main reason for that. The season finished up with my APSI Level 1 and getting the award for the rookee ski instructor of the year in Smiggen Holes. It made me the happiest man in the world. Thank you everybody SO SO much.

I do remember my last days in Sydney. Spending a little bit time in every place which made my time being here. Bondi Beach, Circular Quay, Jacksons on George, Four Seasons, Kings Cross, Bondi Junction, Birrong, Central, Town Hall, Coronation, Hyde Park, Coogee Beach, Bronte Beach, Opera House, Harbour Bridge and the unforgettable George Street. My first station in Sydney will be my last one: the international airport.

In memory of my hell of time in Australia I’d love to thank every single person I do list now for making my time here the time of my life. You are a part of my life in Australia. I really mean it:

Christoph Büttner

Julia Härter

Felix Steuer

Frank „the tank“ Nicolaisen

Christian Hess

Jodie Flynn

Kai Dünkler

Michaela Klaussner + Markus Noak

Rene Lachner + Anett Lenker

Brendan Cantrall

Georgia Lynch

Romina Jasmin Fiedler

Jessica Schlägel

Katharina Lohmann

Jonothan Bland

Lewis Fletcher

Peter MacLarren

Sean Archer

Chad Schimek

Lauren Egle-Marschal

Madeline Jones

Megan Shandley

Jack Williams

Sean Andrews

Andrew Scott

Rebecca Rae + Andrew Rae

James Lloyd

Clare Hennessy

Vroni Specker

Alex Ubert

Brittany Anderson

Budi Hardjo

Kristina Isenberg

Vanessa Falzon

Viktoria Nyman

Daniel Skyes

Marius Nielsen

Lena Barusch

Edu Pimmelmann 🙂

Alana

Theresa Sasse

Jean Girdler

Dendy Nugroho

Moira Lynch

Christina Kirchenbauer

Verena Kirchenbauer

Andrea Jackman

Tim Bland

Nick Burton

Scott Boxell

James Thorpe

Cass Wong

Jason (Snow)

Andre (Löwi)

Claudia Düsterbrick

Carsten Wilck

Chris Schiller

Tobias Oken

Daniela Eder

Jenny Weitzel

Jennifer Hay

Kirra Burgess

Elyza Sloane Crackett

Laura Gabor

Logan Miller

May Birrong

Mohannad

Philippe Lahey

Peter aus GER (sorry buddy, I do not remember your name :P)

Peter Nauli

Ario Dewanto

Michelle Wu

Veera Säisä

Emily Wood

Kerstin Dirker

Kim Cooper

Lea Roh

Mona Rittinghaus

Rico Peters

Sally Lavers

Silvia Jelinic

It is my last entry of this blog. Who ever read my blog, thank for showing interest of my little adventure. And for those who didn’t: READ IT NOW 😀 … but it’s in German though.

I don’t know why but saying goodbye to this country and its people is way harder than saying goodbye when I left Germany.

Thank you Australia. I will leave with big tears in my eyes and never forget about anything I’ve experienced here. And my last words will be the same as Frank’s:

I hate cricket.