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Snowboard in Australia – Thredbo… (4 Comments)

English below.

Come dico nel video, dopo una notte in bus da Sydney a Thredbo, un poraccio arriva nel suddetto paesello e trova tutto chiuso. Per fortuna che non nevicava se no mi trovavate a ridere… congelato dal freddo…tipo Jack Nicholson in Shining.

E proprio una rabbia tipo shining ti sale quando scopri dopo un’ora di su e giù con tutto il bagaglio, che l’ostello è in fondo a una viuzza fatta di passerelle di legno, e che la stanza si libera solo dopo le 10. Come se non bastasse poi, la tipa della reception, incolpevole (anzi dotata di buon cuore) e costretta a far rispettare le ferree regole anglosassoni, ti dice che normalmente la gente entra in stanza dopo le 16 del pomeriggio, perchè chi arriva col bus della notte, lascia lo zaino in uno scantinato al piano di sotto, e dormicchia come può all’aperto (su un divano che manco un cane ci dormirebbe), prima di andare direttamente sulle piste!!!!

Ricapitolando: 8 ore di bus notturno con una miriade di stops, tutto chiuso all’arrivo, un’ora per trovare l’ostello, stanza non pronta, mi offrono un divano all’aperto e la possibilità di andare subito sulle piste marce…

Non so come ho fatto a mantenere la calma…almeno imparo autocontrollo e flemma da sti anglosassoni. Dice bene Eddie, se non cacci il soldo, t’adatti. E adattarsi vuol dire tollerare bacarozzi, divanacci, bus pieni de scoreggioni, regole ferree, extra da pagare…

Tutto questo non mi fermerà mai dal continuare a viaggiare.
Tocca imparare una Haka dai Maori, una haka che aiuti a scaricare la rabbia accumulata dalle maleparate…

…prossimo post, snowboard in Australia…sicuro? Boh…anzi Tred-boh…

English text.

Like I say in the video (you really appreciate more, if you can understand italian (-:D), one arrives at 7 am in a deserted little artificial village, and feels pretty helpless. Luckily it wasn’t snowing. Imagine if it was…why?
Picture this…

You arrive at 7 am on a night greyhound bus, very uncomfortable, lots of stops, but cheaper than any other form of transport. You wanna go to sleep for a few hours then go riding right?
Not so fast tiger…it took me an hour to find the YHA, because, Thredbo doesn’t have normal streets. You are going up and down stairs and decks, narrow roads, few indications. Thredbo is not backpacker friendly. When I finally found the YHA, I was told that the room won’t be ready before 16 pm, because those who arrive on the night bus, normally (!!!) go riding, leaving their bags in a downstairs lair (in wooden lockers), maybe sleeping a couple of hours on a lousy couch (a dog won’t sleep on it…)!!! Now, the receptionist was kind and arranged my bed in the dorm by 10.30. Huge exception, you know the rules…in the pragmatic anglo-saxon world…

One thing I did learn from the anglo-saxons: to keep calm no matter what. And I did. The strict rules, the shitty hostels, the bugs, the farting travelmates…all of this won’t stop me from eating in big mouthfuls the travel-cake.

Better go to have lunch now, I’m having trouble finding nice examples (-:D

Next post, snowboard in Australia, The Snow Must Go On!

4 Responses to “Snowboard in Australia – Thredbo…”

    1. Tiger October 1st, 2007 at 8:29 PM

      Siamo da soli qua Haero, ma io non smetto di commentare:-) Bacione

    1. haero October 2nd, 2007 at 12:32 AM

      Ciao tigrotta, grazie, sei la numero uno (-:D

    1. BzyBee October 2nd, 2007 at 11:06 AM

      Ciao! your face tells a thousand stories… what an awful experience. Maybe on your return you can include a book on services of the world…maybe not, then no one would want to travel. Unless your GREAT experiences erase the bad ones.You are a trooper of note,surprised you kept your calm & composure.think as you get older you become more intolerant of this service or lack there off. Welli hope the Oz snow experience made up for it

    1. haero October 2nd, 2007 at 9:46 PM

      Hey Bee!!

      Sorry about the English, gonna translate it now. But your understanding of our beautiful language is spotless. You got it. It’s pure rage what my face expresses, and I managed to stay calm. I learned it from the Anglo-Saxons, the people surronding you out there in Jo’burg (-:D. It’s all about great experiences, even tha bad ones are unforgettable, because life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans, like John Lennon used to sing. Tomorrow new video online, me snowboarding in OZ. Finally…slush and bash, chop chop!

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