Granny by Pushi around in Australia. Hermine Stampa-Rabe

to start, just two more young girls sit outdoors at the table. I ask whether one of them can take photos of me by the start please. This acts one, while the other also wishes me a good journey.

      The young people who live here still work not everything in the same group. Ken who commands everything here has every year workers for whom he provides a whole year of work. They work in different groups or only somewhere, however, are driven then there and are fetched again.

      Thus I start and go past shortly after to the caravan park which I disdained with my arrival. But it should probably be like that, that I should get to know the young and very diligently in the chord working people and might also talk to them. It was very instructive for me.

      The wind becomes almost a storm with wind force of at least 6 and then from the front. But well rested and it is still early in the morning with 18 ° C, it cycles quite well. The trucks and road trains can not shake me yet so much.

      Them rushes with an infernal noise along me – actually, always with a safe distance – and lets dance me with my bicycle with its whirlwind in the storm that my white bicycle blouse becomes drawn high up in my back.

      This recurs often and more and more often. Later most road trains and trucks come from the front on the other side. When the wind still blows from the front and then from the south, her whirlwind reaches me also always, but long not as strongly as that which overtakes me directly in my direction.