The beginning of an adventure! (or the start of a failure)

This all started a long time ago in sweden. There were two guys there that wanted to travel the world and do stuff. They were both in relationships though, and as such the trip was a loose idea. A concept really. That was all about to change though...

Bah, f*ck it. So the first two days were spent travelling. I swear that after the first two flights, one and a half hour and six hours respectively, I was so done with flying.

We landed in Abu Dhabi-airport, which was kinda cool. The architecture was exotic to say the least, I even drew one of the flight towers in my sketchpad. As we arrived we walked about and tried to make our legs work again. We found our terminal, and then realised we had to wait four hours until boarding. We sat around, listened to some music (thank god for spotify), and I drew in my sketchpad.

After a while we got hungry and decided to try out the local food. When we were finished with our whoppers at Burger king, we returned to the gate, before yet again boarding our airplane. As I said I was really done flying... Then the first eight-houred flight came.

It literally kicked my ass. No, I mean it, my ass hurt after all that sitting. It was also as if I'd been living on the damn plane for a week. I felt disgusting and worn out. Phew.

As the plane was landing and the strange arabic chants faded from the airplane radio, we had arrived in Singapore. “...and illegal drugs will put to a mandatory death sentence”, the voice said casually in the speakers. It was no worry though since I had taken all my drugs the day before (I'm kidding dad). You know that weird feeling you get when you know you have nothing to hide, but someone is threatening you to death? Yeah, me neither.

We came to the airport and walked towards our gate. We both agreed, me and Henrik that is, that it smelled of old people. And the carpeted floor of green leaves didn't help either. After Abu Dhabi it was kind of a disappointment. Get your sh*t together Singapore.

The staff checked our tickets, three times in the same amount of metres, and we were off yet again, and on the same airplane none the less. This time it was only (f*cking) seven hours though.

We arrived in Brisbane at about 9:20, to a clear blue sky. In the airplane, just before landing, I struck up a conversation with a dude called Doug after he loaned me a pen so I could fill in the immigration papers. He even helped me and Henrik with it. We talked a little and he told us he was heading home to the gold coast from a trip in Europe. When everything was done in the security (guys, get this. The security officers smiles and talks with you), we came out to call a cab. Did we need one though? No, because Doug, friendly australian that he is, offered us a ride in his friends car (another friendly australian named Amy) and they then proceeded to drive us to our hostel. The didn't even accept any gasmoney!

We came to the hostel and checked in. We took a long shower, and I swear I felt as a new man. During the day we walked a bit through the streets of Brisbane, got ourselves an australian bank account, and finally had some beers at the pub downstairs in the hostel.

Henrik is bugging me now that I've been writing for too long and to all of you reading this, I apologize. I don't think the rest of the posts will be as long as this one though, but you never know. So this is me signing off on the first few days. Maybe I'll fill in a few blanks later.

I'll write soon. Leave some comments in the bottom (he he) of the blog if you wish. I'll try to skype with anyone that wants on sunday, but my parents are first in line.

Oh! By the way. We are about eight hours in front of you guys and it's winter here. Which means it's about 20 degrees Celsius in the day. There's a lot of irish and brittish people around it seems (oh and asians, lots of them), but so far Doug and Amy are the “only” australians we've met so far.

See you guys tomorrow. Or the next day. Or maybe the day after that.  

- Filip