If I have to make a balance, what should I say? Something like what the Doctor said when he lost his championship in 2006...
“I’ve made some mistakes, then I tried to push but I did not succeed.”
“It has been my fault... on my third experience abroad I thought I was invincible, but invincibles only exist in comics.”
“I had to declare my feelings much earlier, I would have arrived more relaxed in June when the hardest time came.”
“If I would have managed to stay as I wanted (ie. not falling in love), all this mess would have not happened, but you cannot control such a deep feeling.”
“Unfortunately the whole period went this way. At least I can say I tried my best with all the troubles I had.”
“I may be happy for the exam results, but I cannot forget the first defeat in the world history in an Italy-Austria challenge as my Italian friend Fabio suggested me. And it has not been the only defeat I suffered”.
“I hope to have my way back if I will have another academic chance abroad, or when I will come to Australia again. I cannot let my dreams of this place ending in this way.”
AFTER LEAVING
A countless of "I miss you", which in some way enhanced my sorrow.
BEFORE LEAVING
"We certainly enjoyed your company (...) and if you come back, let us know!"
"Thanks Iurij for keeping in touch. (...) That's sad that you are leaving soon"
"I am so sad we cannot see each other before you leave"
"Thanks for being so kind and thoughtful, it was great meeting you"
"It was great to meet you"
But the greatest, more complex one, was the following, written by my French friend I would have met the following day in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia... he probably really understood the whole story...
"You should have put a candle in St Peter on ur way, can't believe the bad luck you had in Oz. And still you managed to meet plenty of people, see plenty of places drink too much and too often and screw up your finance exam. Now I'd like to see what the italiani is able to do under normal conditions!"
I arrived in Sydney Airport at something past 10PM, took a bus (massive saving once again!) to 62 Redfern Street, had some food offered by Harrison and Emilie and then I went to UTS to sleep.
Yes, my last night in Sydney was a homeless night, but after all the troubles UTS caused to me I deserved a free night accomodation at least!

After that I went back “home”, took Luciano’s bicycle (thanks mate!) and rode down to the bank where I changed my bank account. Yes, changed, not “closed”. It means I will come back.
A few minutes and I met Daniel in the GSB. I borrowed the last items from UTS (I will post something about borrowed stuff at the end of the month) and run home with him. Then, at home, a quick lunch with the rice I received from Silvia and Francesca from Italy. Daniel and Harrison have been great, helping me in closing the case (and, believe me, it was very hard, we had to work all the three of us together) and bringing me to the bus stop where I said my last goodbye to someone in Australia. I don’t know how it has been possible, but no tears for me. I arrived at the airport finishing my TravelTen, checked in (I had nearly 26kiloes in my case, but they didn’t say anything), sent my last messages and took my seat on the plane. Goodbye Aussieland.
Among the stuff I had to delete from, the international mailing list (which did not work that much), the UF club (which had been great), the BIG club, which I could not enjoy that much...
http://groups.google.com/group/internationaluts2007
http://www.uts.edu.au/international/
http://big.it.uts.edu.au
Goodbye all my friends. Goodbye beautiful places. Goodbye my dreams. Goodbye Aussieland.
And these are the last pictures from the park.
I go on with my collection of pictures from the park.
In the second of this list you can also see Steve with one of “his” crocodiles! ;-)

KOALA

STEVE AND A CROCODILE

ME AND SOME CATTLE (WHICH ONE?). AUTOMATIC PIC!

CAMEL
The last day in Brisbane hasn’t been spent by me in Brisbane actually.
Before leaving from Italy I promised to some friends that I would have gone to the Steve Irwin Park. And I did. A promise, once again, is a promise for me. For those who don’t know him, Steve was the legendary man who became popular for his time spent in preventing some species (especially crocodiles) from being hunted until they would have disappeared. Unluckily he died while he was shooting a documentary about the marine life, hit by a stingray spine in his chest.
I took the crock-connection bus to the park, and started my visit. Since it’s wuite hard to give the description of every single moment there, I put here some pictures so you can choose your favourite animal and, next time, go to the Steve Irwin Park in case you are in Australia. It’s roughly 70/80kms north of Brisbane, a very short distance in this country.

TIGER

ECHIDNA

KANGAROOS

TORTOISE
For the second day we decided together that I would have gone around alone in the morning and early afternoon, then Connie would have picked up later on to go out together with the same friends of the day before, and it was not a bad idea since we had a lot of fun the previous night.
The first thing I visited was the Nepalese Pagoda in Southbank.

Then I crossed the river and walked on the other side.
One of the buildings I met was the Casino building. Then a few steps further, the Former Treasury Building.

After a visit to the QUT – Queensland University of Technology – where I asked some information to see whether or not I would have in case had some opportunities to come back to Brisbane I went to the near Botanic Gardens.
In that day and a half in Brisbane I thought I just ended in an unlucky situation in Sydney, and that being those 900 kms up north would have probably been much different, so I thought about a second chance in OZ.
In the Botanic Gardens there were not as many flowers and plants as in the Sydney Botanic Gardens, but it still was a cute green place, next to the river, in opposition to the concrete of the city.

Then I went back home, passing next to the Brisbane River taking a picture at the sunset.

It was dinner time, so the group gathered again. This time we went to a Chinese place where we could take the food from the carriages of a toy train that was passing at regular intervals next to our table.
Then we headed to The Valley, where we entered into a pub. The group, formed by me, Connie, Owen (an Aussie guy from Darwin) and Lara (the German girl) had a lot of fun this night as well.
The previous one, when Owen went to the toilet for a while, we gave him a prank with Lara’s mobile. When he came back he was sure it was either me or Lara (only Connie knew the three of us), but we were so good in proving we were not guilty.
And on the second night, when I went to the desk with Owen to order some beers, we put even more confusion in him since I left my mobile with the girls and they called him with a new number. My number. But I was with him! And we joked talking about two girls who were sit in a table next to ours, then talking about other old people hanging around in the pub and so on. Funny night, as the one before. Unfortunately it was also the last one. On the way back I gave Connie my “friendship mug” as a present, and said goodbye to the others, with the hope of seeing them again. Meeting Connie in Nottingham had really been awesome, I had been very lucky and I am proud of having such a friend!
I arrived in Brisbane after fourteen hours spent on a train, I think I slept for just two of them. It was something like 6.30AM when we got into Roma Street (Transit) Station.

I ate something because I was starving, then I went to the first hostel on my sight to get a bed to sleep in the following two nights. I went to TinBilly. Nice place, very clean... but I wouldn’t suggest you to go there. I had to pay extra money for the storage room the last day, the internet was NOT free, and so on.
Then, at around 10AM, Connie came and picked me up from the hostel!
Everything looked incredible... we met in Nottingham, we said each other “goodbye” two years earlier, knowing anyway that it would have been very hard to meet again, but we did. This made me happy and smiling again.
We had a late breakfast in a tiny place not very far from the river. I suddenly noticed a “crazy” thing: they even had a pizza called “Valentino Rossi”! I could not leave the place without taking a picture of it!

Then we went back to the car and Connie drove us to the lookout from which is possible to have a great view of the city and everything that is around it, from the Gold Coast south of Brisbane to the Sunshine Coast north of the city.


The day went on with a visit of a park in the afternoon and then a visit to an art museum where we could find some colourful works of an artist, as well as other works made either by aboriginal people or other artists.
Then Connie brought me back in the hostel, where I met my roommate, an Austrian boy who was leaving the country the day before me, and who had been an exchange student in Hobart, Tasmania.
When it was dinner time Connie came again to the hostel, then we picked up two more friends and all together went to a Thai restaurant where we chatted a lot, joked and, of course, enjoyed the food!
The last Sunday in Sydney and Australia corresponded to the last time I went to the church in Redfern.
This church had often been not so rcrowded. Saying the same concept in other words, let’s say there were not so many people going there. But it had a particular characteristic, it was the church where Australians, white people, were mixed with real Australians, aboriginal people.

Then in the afternoon I had to finish to empty my room: two French girls, Emilie’s friends, were taking it.
All the posters I had put on the wall, the Australian road signs, the flags... everything had to go in my case.

I had to clean my desk as well.
All the items that Francesca and Silvia, my great friends, sent me from Italy, so two dvds, a cd, a funny box, some pics, the Italian food I would have had on the last day, a letter, some postcards from my own city in Italy. But also the palm branch, the Great Ocean Road postcards, the motorbike calendar and the piece of paper with the Austrian city where Eva comes from.

The room was totally empty at 3PM, I received my bond back (and a 10 days discount as well) from the greatest landlords ever, which increased my savings one more time if you consider that from mid March onwards I received a $10 weekly discount to replace the toilet paper, the plastic bags inside the bins and to bring the bins outside on Sunday nights because the waste-service lorry was coming to collect them. You can make your own calculations...
Then I could go to the train station where I had to catch the train to Brisbane. 14 hours on it were waiting for me, the longest non-stop travel ever... the weather was not the best one and I had to run to get in time to the station. When I asked for the ticket the teller told me that the train may have been full. A few seconds in which I was scared of having to come back home and postpone the trip again, but then he came back, gave me the ticket, and told me to run because the train was about to leave: I had only 30 seconds... a lot of time considering my “Italian trains experience”, with trains caught when they had already closed the doors or while they were moving! ;-)
The same night, after my (short and incomplete) walk, I had to meet my Financial Management team member, Anh from Vietnam.
We battled hard in our FM group project. She worked a lot on it and I added my knowledge. We were quite happy when we handed in the paper but when our teacher brought it back tha mark was 9 out of 20... so a FAIL! She could not believe it and did not want even to see the paper. I decided to act differently.
First of all I asked to see the paper with the solutions.
Then I took ours and compared the two of them. Once I spotted that the man who checked the papers was a ridiculously lazy one I claimed a further revision from the subject coordinator.
She warned me that doing this, we could even have had a worse mark. But I was sure we were right so I persisted in my complaint and after thirty minutes our mark magically changed from 9/20 to 13.5/20... 4.5 marks more, 50% of what we initially got!
I hoped that the “doctor” who checked our papers had been fired.
By the way, let’s go back to my goodbye to my friend. She wanted something mine to remember me after our winning battle, so I decided to sell my bike to her, even if someone else offered me more money. But it wasn’t a matter of money, it was a matter of friendship. Nevertheless if I consider all the money I saved using the bicycle I have to say it has been a great affair!


Then she brought me some coins and notes from Vietnam (I do collect International money) and she wanted just $5 when she gave me the equivalent of at least the double! No way to convince her I had to give her more money.
Then it was the sad time to say each other goodbye, we took a picture, and we wished each other the best, promising to keep in touch.
My last “full” day in Sydney came suddenly.
I decided to do to Bondi to Coogee walk, a walk which was not supposed to be as much spectacular as the Manly Scenic Walk I did in April, but which anyway was worth to do according to the Lonely Planet guide.
I started from the golf coure north of Bondi Beach. There were some Aboriginal engravings on the rocks which looked interesting. At least it was quite easy to spot the stuff they were representing.

In the same area it was possible to have some stunning views.
In the first one you can see the cliffs. This golf course in fact is just next to the Ocean, and the height is considerable. In other words, if you throw your ball outside the course, man, you’ve lost it!

In the second image I wanted to offer my readers a view of the North side of Bondi, so standing in the golf course I pointed my camera to the north rather than any other (maybe more popular) direction. And you can see one more time the immensity of the Ocean.

After stopping to get pictures I started the walk properly.
Since I was late I tried to use some shortcuts. I arrived next to a house and there were some stones emerging from the water. The waves were not arriving there, so I thought it was safe to cross the water there, jumping from a stone to another...

… but as soon as I reached the middle of the path (seriously, right in the middle) I heard a noise coming from my left. A high wave was coming right there! As soon as I noticed it I had to choose in one second either to go on or to go back or to jump in a hidden place on the right of the path. I chose this last option because it was the one requiring less time and the one which would have brought me to the safest place in terms of water. I could not avoid to be drenched by the wave but at least I was on a rock above the sea level. I had to wait a few minutes to let the water going back... I was nearly thinking I had to call the emergency to rescue me! ;-)
So I managed to escape from the bad situation and decided to go back to Bondi Beach through the longer but safer way. I arrived in Bondi Beach, but I was very very late on my planned walk time.

I crossed Bondi Beach, the first one I saw when I arrived in Sydney (do you remember?) from the northern side to the southern. Then I looked to my watch and noticed that mine was an impossible mission, I would have never finished my walk in time, so I took the last pictures and went to the bus stop to come back in the city centre.