My last days in Fiji!

Here are some photos from Bounty Island! This is the island where the british reality show Celebrity Love Island was set a few years ago.

We met Sunniva in Fiji! :)

A few days ago we went on a sail boat trip out to some islands. The cruise started with champagne for breakfast. Say no more :)

Mari and I made norwegian meatballs for our aussie and british friends at Marys place in Suva:)

View from Maris balcony in Fiji!

The English guy, GUY that Mary lives with, wanted me to take a photo of the view of the house we all live in in Tamavua in Suva. Here it is - this is what I wake up to every morning! And yes, we have a swimming pool! Its not as sunny as this every day though, but the place is really nice.

Cava party and waterfalls

Its Saturday night in Suva, and its time for some cava. Dave mixes the powder from a fijian root and puts in into a big bowl of water. It looks like mud water when its done. Mike gave me a cup and i drank it - no offense to the fijians but it tasted like shit, haha.. Cava makes you calm, maybe thats why i fell asleep at two a.m. trying to watch a world cup game in the bar we went to later? Yeah, it must have been the cava!

MMMM cava!!

Going out in Suva.

The day after we went to a water fall in the rain forest. Pretty good for

hang overs :)

WILD, WILD, WESTERN AUSTRALIA

When I am back in civilization, I also have the opportunity to post some more photos from the trip. So here they are, enjoy!

Gorges in Karajini National Park. Stunning!!!

Below: Camel rides at sunset on Cable Beach in Broome.

Below - on the way back from the pearl farm in Broome in the north.

Now this is what i call RED DIRT :)

Trip in the outback near Karratha.

Karratha, the mining town where Simon works.

Aboriginal rock carvings.
Below: Who could imagine this little, beautiful pool in the middle of the desert?? NOT ME!

An emu guest came over for breakfast!

Back in civilization!

And so, after a month on the road, we are back in civilization. And guess what happened on my birthday! Mojo, Simons sisters dog, ran into my room with balloons all over him and earrings from india around his neck with a note saying he was gonna be nice the next time i take him for a run :)

Then I was taken to a five star resort!! And we watched the sun go down with the waves crashing and a glass of local red wine. Not a bad way to spend my birthday i must say! I simply loved it!!!

CHEERS TO ME!!

80 mile beach

After Karratha we stopped over on a place along 80 mile beach. It IS 80 miles of beach, and it is beautiful. The caravan park looked funny though, because of a cyclone of category five that raged through the area in december. It was so strong it lifted a road trains and threw them over. It lifted sea containers and ruined all the nice, shady trees in the caravan park. AND, it lifted cows. Walking on the beautiful, longs streches of white sand, you will find skeletons from dead cows on eighty mile beach. They where all taken away with the wind, and smashed down on the beach. Here is one of them:

Below: Eighty Mile Beach. Drive for as long as you want to!!

Below: Me and my aboriginal friend. No its not a bomb, but a nut he sold me that he had carced out by himself. Simon´s nut has a kangaroo and a dingo on it, mine has a mud crab.

Skimpies and seedy men

We´re on the road again, after a few days in Karratha. Karratha is a little mining town in the north west of Australia with around 8000 people. Its the most bogan place I have ever been. For those of you who dont know the word bogan: A bogan is the australian version of a red neck. He or she often live in small towns - sometimes far from other people. For the bogan, beer a clock is the whole day. They dont go anywhere without their stubby holder and a beer. Since they always drink beer they usually have a pretty good beer belly. They say bloody, fucking and beer o clock all the time. The female version of a bogan is often pretty though, a real country girl. But look at her, and her boyfriend with the beer belly will definitely fight you. The boyfriend will fight you even if you DONT look at her, saying "Why dont you look at my girlfriend? Is she not hot enough for ya???"

There are a few girls here, but most of them are taken. And there are a lot more guys. Some of them live here, but most of them flies in and out on rosters, four weeks on, one week in Perth. Or two weeks on and one week off. The locals call them FYFOs (FLY in FLY OUT) or just FIT IN OR FUCK OFF. In other words; the locals dont

like people who fly in and earn heaps of money and then leave. It is deserted up here in boganville, but you do understand why australians and foreigners come here to work. There are billions of dollars in the the red dirt around us. This is

where the second biggest income in Australia lies. Ironorn, or raw material that is made into iron, is everywhere. Simon is a surveyor here, he walk around in the hills and flat areas of red dirt and measures up where the companies can build railways and buildings for the ironorn when it is taken out of the ground. Sometimes it is over 50 degrees in the bush. The men walk around in work boots, yellow and blue or orange clothes and measures and measures. They work long days in pairs, and cant make mistakes. If you measure just a few inches wrong, a whole building can collapse. Better not drink TOO many beers at the pub the night before working.

It is hard work, in a place that few people want to settle in. But the money is good. You can earn around 4000 dollars at the most as a surveyor here. No wonder Simon had money to leave with a solid amount of money and travel for one and a half year after some hard work in Karratha.

- This place is a shitwhole!! haha!! says a red bearded man at the tavern friday night. It is crowded, mostly with men who are still in their yellow work clothes. He is there with his son.

- Yeah, Mark is getting into it now, he says satisfied. This place is shit but we earn shit loads of money, haha. So its worth it.

I ask his son what he thinks about it.

- Ive been here six weeks. My dad his whole life. Its pretty shit, haha. But its good money.

It cant be too shit though, cause everyone around me seem to be loving the pub and friday night. I am the odd one out here, I dont have a beer belly and I am not a though bogan chick that look like she can fight. I am the Scandie who cant drink 15 beers in a night and who speak with a funny accent. One of the guys ask me if I want to meet his friend. His friend is standing with his arms crossed in his yellow work clothes saying "No Gary I dont want to". Gary obviously thinks his friend need some female company. There isnt much to choose from for the guys up here.

Oh well, there are the skimpies, but they are only to look at, not to touch. Skimpies are girls that work in the pub, with as little as possible clothes on. At the other end of the pub, a girl is pole dancing in a little pink g-string. They used to walk topless, today theyre a bit more covered up.

After a few days in skimpy town, we are off to 80 mile beach.

Skippy the dead kangaroo!

The sun has just gone down. The sky is still a bit orange and we are driving back from the beach. "Watch out for the kangaroos"! I say to Simon as we see them standing on the side of the road. They sleep in the day when it is hot, then go out at night to eat. And where do they go to eat? Well, Skippy might have seemed very clever in that tv-series, but he is NOT in real life. Skippy is pretty damn stupid. In some areas there are kangaroos all along the side of the road. You cant see the reflection in their eyes - like you often can with deers. You just see a gray and white little Skippy, looking at you like he is asking "what are you doing at my dinner table? I am eating here - just beside this road and now ive decided to hop on it and sit here for a little while." Well, we drive pass lots of Skippies, hoping that none of them will jump

into the road. Then suddenly, one of them is sitting on our side of the road. Simon drives more slowly and tries to turn around it. And what does smart, little Skippy do? Well, he decides to jump towards the car thats turning away from him, instead of away from it and into the bush. We hear a load "DUNK!!!" on the left side of the car. Shit! Imagined if we killed Skippy?? Skippy, the bush kangaroo!! That helps to find people and says that funny, clicking sound when somethings going on? That jumps around to that funny little theme song and looks like the cutest thing ever? Shit - what have we done!

We drive on and Simon says it didnt hit that hard. "Skip is probably jumping away right now!" But I cant relax. We have to go back and see if Skippy is alright. We turn around. And find Skippy. He is lying on the side of the road with blood dripping out of his mouth. He is lying still as we shine the flashlight on him to see if he is alive. He is breathing a bit, but is so hurt that he isnt moving. What are we gonna do? We dont have anything to kill it with. And I certainly cant kill Skippy the Bush Kangaroo with a little rock from the side of the road. We would have to hit him several times and that wouldnt be much better for him. I wish we had a kangaroo-killing gun but we dont. We have to leave Skippy there to die by himself. My heart feels like stone, I am the worst person ever. Skippy, the kangaroo that helps everyone else - when he is hu

rt he is left alone!! But oh, what could we have done. The next day we drive past again. Skippy is dead. He´s twice the size, blown up from the hot sun. Gone to Skippy heaven with all the other kangaroos that are killed every day on australian roads. I hope he is jumping around in kangaroo heaven, and that he wont have anyone send me to kangaroo Hell for what I have done. Rest in Peace Skippy!