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  • Day1

    Stopover in Singapur

    November 3, 2017 in Singapore

    Unsere Reise begann am 02. November, als wir um 12:20 von München nach Singapur aufgebrochen sind! Nach 11 Stunden und 40 Minuten Flugzeit kamen wir um 7 Uhr morgens, nach Ortszeit, an✈️
    Zuerst besorgten wir uns einen WLAN-Zugangscode um unserer Familie und unseren Freunden mitzuteilen, dass wir gut angekommen sind! Anschließend fuhren wir gleich mit dem Zug ins Stadtzentrum, um uns ein bisschen umzuschauen! Jedoch unterschätzten wir das Klima, denn es war so heiß und schwül, dass wir schon bald keine Lust mehr hatten so weit zu gehen🙈☀️ Wir beschlossen den Sunplaza Park aufzusuchen um uns zu sonnen und vom langen Flug zu erholen!
    Unser Weiterflug nach Melbourne startete erst um 2 Uhr nachts wodurch uns viel Zeit am Flughafen verblieb.. dadurch entdeckten wir allerdings erst welche Besonderheiten der Flughafen in Singapur besitzt! Unter anderem den Butterfly Garden, in dem sich viele verschiedene wunderschöne Arten von Schmetterlingen tummeln! 🦋Sogar ein hohe Felswand mit einem kleinen Wasserfall konnte besichtigt werden! Außerdem gab es außerhalb des Butterfly Gardens noch einen Teich mit riesigen Koi-Karpfen! Zudem entdeckten wir ein Kino, in dem rund um die Uhr Filme liefen😍 zu sehen gab es beispielsweise Ghost in the Shell, Split, Fast and the Furious 8, The Amazing Spiderman und viele viele andere! Dort verbrachten wir auch die letzten Stunden bis zum Abflug nach Melbourne💪🏼
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  • Day15

    Somewhere in the World

    October 23, 2017 in Singapore

    Here I am, on my first 10 hiur flight from Moscow to Singapore, crying into my creamy chicken slops. There must be a poem somewhere out there that describes the feeling of being in transit. In a plane you have no internet, you have no country. It is unnatural, flying above the clouds over indiscript cities. I can barely ever focus on the in-flight entertainment, I usually just play a song on repeat for the endless hours. There are so many weird moments of metaphoric transit in our lives. On my flight to Japan I listened to Beyonce's Halo on repeat for the 9 hours. When my nanna passed away, I finally fell asleep to Claire de Lune by Flight Facilities.

    I was telling some comrades at the festival about my nanna. How she was the most eloquent woman, who until her literal dying moments was writing scripts for her activist news radio program on 3CR radio. She was also a bit of a ditzy old lady, asking the KFC staff for some 'chook chook' when we went out for her favourite birthday meal. She would giggle like a silly child when she he had wine, her tummy jiggling. I was so lucky to see her only a few days before her sudden passing. I wish I could remember more from that last one on one conversation I had with her, about the nazi group turning up to one of her protests, about the beginnings of her first radio program. Her feeling like she had so much energy that 'I could just go out side and dig a trench!'. I told my new friend, the graphic artist from Pakistan about how she had met Gaddafi and he had called her an 'uncut diamond.' I told about how she discovered the first planning of Pine Gap in Central Australia. I mentioned how she was held in the US airport by men with guns as she was in transit to Cuba - as though she was a threat that could single handedly take down the whole US government. He said he wanted to write a graphic novel on the life of my nanna. It is amazing though what can happen in these moments of transit.

    I miss her so much in these moments of my own self activism. Since her passing, we have found notes from her autobiography, written on the day I was born - her first grandchild by blood. We also found a letter she wrote to Japanese peace groups, telling them that I was studying Japanese in highschool, and that maybe one day I would meet the gensuikyo peace group. Like an Oracle, she predicted this before I had given it any thought at all. She always wanted me to follow in her footsteps and be an activist, but it is also because of her that I am resisting it so. The tough-as-nails anti racism activist Jane Eliot summarised it so well. When asked when she would stop being an activist, when she would retire from it, she started to cry and said that she would only stop fighting once racism had been eradicated, and as such she would be fighting until the day she died. This was literally true for my nanna. A peace activist who died all battered and bruised after her fall, still with an endless task ahead of her. Activism is a harsh, lonely job. Particularly women activists I feel are single old maids who spend their days hunched over their news sources, trying to make their voices heard. I dont want this for myself, but I'm almost destined for it. It would be so much easier to work an easy 9-5 job, with the white picket fence and a golden retriever, but I don't think I could ever be satisfied with this. I'm so unsatisfied with my job, and hate it so much when the company exploits us workers. I don't feel i could ever just sit back and accept that. Not when there is so much to do in the world, and when my own work friends don't see their own value.

    In this transit zone, flying somewhere over the middle east, I am filled with a terrified dread of arriving home. I have had such wonderful conversation with people from around this vast but small globe. Aussies are so painfully anti-intellectual. Even a political conversation, if you manage to get past the 'geeze mate, no need to talk about such heavy stuff!' comment, is usually a frantic argument filled with emotion. Even when we were discussing Syria, or Islam, or communism, or the welfare systems, all conversations I had in Russia were calm. It was a discussion over dinner, and a sharing of opinion. We listened and we said our part. I dont think I've ever had conversation like this, even with my own like minded family. It's a pure acceptance of position and a sharing of knowledge. I wish there was some way to maintain this when I get home.

    My biggest regret of the festival was that there was not enough time to have this conversation over a beer. I think there were only two real opportunities for this. I feel I've met the most interesting people of my 27 years, but have only scratched the surface of what we could share together. Rendezvous cut short. Just one more shisha and discussion about the protest nature of Shia Islam would be amazing.

    I'm glad I have the rest of the week off when I get home. I kind of hope my jet lag will help with maintaining my frantic passion. I want to find a new job that not only pays me what my labour is worth, but a job that does good for the world. Like Dorine from Ghana who is working towards aids education in her region, or Thearno from Greece who works in organising NGOs, or Max from Sydney who is helping promote indigenous businesses. Here I am, Fiona the travel agent. Perhaps it is about time I stopped riding off the dying pride in my peace group the CICD, and the nepatistic name of my nanna. Maybe it's time I made a change.

    The news of the world seems to make much more sense after this festival. The enemy is not Islam, or communism, but Imperialism. Unfortunately, the enemy is at the moment America. I remember my nanna saying after the illegal war on Iraq was declared 'I don't believe in hate, but I really do hate America!'. It's so hard to deny this when the person in the aisle in front of me is watching vapious movies like Bay Watch, and another watching Captain America. 'America the brave' is such a poor country, waging war on other countries to prevent communism and to prevent the sovereignty these countries would gain if the gas pipelines were ever completed. It would be hard to maintain the value in the US dollar if these dependent countries started creating value in their own currencies. It's such a disgusting state. The middle east was the home to western civilisation, and now it's being killed by our MacOverlords. They have made us dumb and complacent, and have skewed the wars to be about religion and fear. We really do need to continue fighting against Imperialism, in the spirit of the WFYS festival.

    In the melting snow on a Moscow street we said our goodbyes. 'Until we meet again, somewhere in the world'. Thankfully the world is getting smaller, and for us, flights are cheap. I would love to travel with my new friends to Damascus and party in the underground bunkers like the world is ending, because perhaps for them it is. I would love to go skiing in Kyrgyzstan. I want to meet with both Palestinians and Israelis in Gaza. I would like to help with aid in Yemen. I want to discover the whole subculture of youth from each section of the globe - Africaan protest music culture from Uganda, and street art from Iraq or Iran or Afghanistan. I want to watch more black comedy on sbs. I want to drink coffee with the Costa Ricans and dance with the Cubans. There is so much life in the world. Maybe that's the aim of activism. Maybe that's what keeps you going - focussing on the life rather than all the unnecessary deaths caused by wars and inequality.

    I have met so many wonderful young people from so many countries, and here I am on a plane back to Australia. We really are a backwards land down under. I have no culture and no pride. I will spend my week off trying to find a job locally, because despite my complacency with my country, these things always need to start at home. There is so much work to do with changing the minds of the average Aussie, maybe that is a good first calling.

    As long as I have the memory of my nanna, I know my passion won't die. I am so proud of her, and Australia should be too. I will definitely meet with my new friends somewhere on this wonderful planet, and the hope for this future meeting, when we have achieved so much more in our lives, will make the wait all the more worth while.
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  • Day3

    Frankfurt - Singapur

    December 16, 2017 in Singapore

    Nach 11 Stunden Flugzeit sind wir jetzt kurz vor Singapur und landen dort in einer Stunde. Der Flug Berlin Frankfurt hatte fast eine Stunde Verspätung. Wir mussten im Laufschritt unter dem Flugfeld von Terminal A nach Terminal B hetzen und wurden am Check-in bereits erwartet. Hoffentlich ist unser Gepäck mitgekommen...
    16:28 Uhr Singapur Zeit.

  • Day1

    Ramadan Market

    June 15, 2017 in Singapore

    After leaving Krabi and saying my last goodbyes to Thailand and their toasties it was time to move on to the next destination, Singapore.

    With a smooth flight and arrival to Singapore, I enjoyed being in the lovely airport, throwing me back to March and the beginning of my travels when this was my stop over on the way to Cambodia.

    It was an easy ride to the hostel and soon I was checked in, looking into what there was to do since I had so little time, hence needed a detailed plan of action. The woman at the hostel was very kind, being helpful in organising myself and giving me the 'must-do's' when in Singapore. Wasting no time, I got changed and headed straight out to the Ramadan market which was used by tourists as well as locals.

    Using the MRT (Singapores version of the tube) to get there as it was the quickest and cheapest way. It was so clean that I wouldn't complain if I had to eat my dinner off the floor. But then I'm pretty sure Singapore prides itself on being so clean.

    Eventually I found my way to the market and it was huge, swamping the streets around the main road. There were so many stalls selling everything from clothes to rugs to food and drink. Over whelmed by such choice, I did find a little food stall that prided itself in giving you potatoes covered in raclette cheese. I felt as though I had found myself a gem and I instantly knew what I was having for dinner. The food was delicious and you could even watch the cheese being melted in front of you, how dreamy?

    Carrying on through the market, I found another stall selling s'mores and thought it would be a nice thing to treat myself with something sweet and it definitely worked a charm.

    After about an hour and a half of exploring I felt I had seen quite a lot and thought it would be best to head back and get some sleep for the next day ahead as there was lots planned.

    Exhausted with a satisfied belly I headed back and straight to bed.
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  • Day12

    Goodbye India

    July 11, 2017 in Singapore

    Early flight to Singapore this morning, and so it's goodbye to India. It feels like we have packed a month's worth of experiences into just eight days, and we leave India with so many incredible memories. Of all the countries we are visiting, this was the one I was most nervous about, how the kids would react, would we be ill, would it be too hot. But it turns out, I needn't have worried. Kids have loved it - but we've also had some good discussions about the fairness of the world, the inequalities that are so obvious in India but happen everywhere. So I hope that while we were travelling in a bit of a luxury bubble, it has opened their eyes to a world outside Western Europe.
    Hard to pick out a favourite moment, but it is hard to beat sunrise over the Taj Mahal! Boat ride around Lake Pichola, a Rajasthani thali and elephants at Amber Fort all come close seconds!
    Singapore, here we come
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  • Day1

    Erster Reise Tag

    September 5, 2017 in Singapore

    Nach einem 12 Stunden Flug, kann ich nun die Gegend von Singapore geniessen.
    Die Luftfeuchtigkeit ist sehr hoch und es herrschen sommerliche Temperaturen von 30 C.

  • Day37

    Biking along East Coast Park

    June 28, 2015 in Singapore

    Hello everyone, hope you are all having a great time wherever you are! Yesterday I went to the other side of the island and visited East Coast Park. It took a while to get there, but the shoreline view was well worth the wait. Everyone was out and about, playing soccer and Frisbee on the beach, barbecuing and picnicking, flying kites, and even pitching tents to stay overnight. There were also a number of people, young and old, fishing on the docks. Although the water isn't too clean for swimming, what with the cargo ships anchored nearby, the sand is smooth and pleasant to walk along.

    After eating some chicken, pork and beef satay at a nearby food centre, I rented a bike and headed up the coast. Although I lost myself in a construction zone on the way, I eventually made it to Changi Beach Park, passing the airport on the way. There I managed to catch the sun set behind Pulau Ubin, a small island where locals fish and tourists often visit. I hope to be able to back there again sometime as it's one of the nicer areas I have seen so far.
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  • Day3

    The little phrase, identified by Le Parisien, almost pass as a letter in the mail with the elected representatives of Compiegne. Yet it is not in the shade. At the city council Tuesday night, the debate was about the new rules of procedure of a reception area of ​​Travellers. At the turn of interventions, the mayor, Philippe Marini (The Republicans), loose these words: "This population, we all prefer it does not exist, but it exists, we must respect the law.."

    Approached by Le Parisien, Solange Dumay, Councillor opposition (PS), said she was "shocked". "I thought it was useless to speak. My only reaction was that silence that screams," she justified.

    He said "out loud what everyone thinks everything down"

    He was the mayor wrong? In any case, he assumes. "I responded to a debate in which my colleagues tended to tax the Agglomeration of the Compiègne region (CRA) lax," he said afterwards daily. "I say out loud what everyone thinks everything down. It costs a lot to greet them, and sometimes make them leave."

    The slippage had not aroused much response Wednesday night. In the past, another skid had marked the spirits. The deputy mayor of Cholet, Gilles BOURDOULEIX, said the same about traveling people: "Hitler has killed perhaps not enough." He had been fined.
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  • Day32

    Centralpark Singapores - Treetop Walk

    May 14, 2017 in Singapore

    Das letzte Stück Jungle das in Singapore noch übrig ist befindet sich inmitten der Stadt. Es zeigt einmal wieder wie unglaublich vielseitig die Stadt ist.

    Ein ca. 5 km langer Fußweg wartet auf einen um den Treetop Walk zu erreichen. Hierbei muss man aber daran denken, dass es mal locker 32°C hat. Auf dem Weg "hoch" (ca. 300 m Höhenunterschied) kommt man zwar ganz schön ins schwitzen aber das ist es auf jeden Fall Wert. Oben angekommen hat meine eine super schöne Aussicht auf den Jungle und beim "Aufstieg" und "Abstieg" sieht man auch des öfteren Affen durch die Gegend rennen. Den anderen aus unserem Kurs sind diese sehr negativ und aufdringlich aufgefallen aber wir haben keine negative Erfahrungen zu berichten! Ich fand sie eher sehr süß :)

    Das Grün des Jungles und die Bäume waren eine angenehme Abwechslung vom Stadtalltag. Auch wenn man zugeben muss das Singapore unglaublich grün ist. Und das sich eine Stadt die so mit Platzproblemen zu kämpfen hat, dass künstliche Inseln geschaffen werden müssen eine solch Grüne Oase leistet ist viel Wert!

    Deshalb, den Weg entlang laufen, schauen, durchatmen, zuhören und genießen
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