Life in Heathrow

I am sitting in Heathrow airport waiting for the last leg of my 32 hour trip back home. To tell you the truth, it has been much easier then what I thought. I am getting to the level of a professional traveler. How come ?? Well, I sorted my self with a couple of sleeping tablets, extra T shirt, deodorant, tooth brush, undies, socks, enough multimedia to keep Bill Gates happy and even that stupid looking inflatable neck rest… So yeah, after over a full day/night of traveling, I still feel fresh and don’t even smell that bad. I am in a bit of a daze, so this should be the perfect time to write more non-sense. And kill some time while doing it.

Now that I am almost at home, I guess it should be the time to rap up my experience. Well, that’s going to be so hard to do, but I will give it a shot. First of all, lets get rid of the business part of this issue. I managed to get something between 4 to 8 shops to stock Karhu. I’m saying between, because nothing is sure until it is really sure. But this is a pretty good start that I really don’t know how far and how rich it will initially make me. OK, that’s enough for business... Oh well, maybe just a little bit more. I still believe strongly in the brand and did start to really enjoy pushing them and spreading the word. Especially as things started to move and the reactions were so much more positive in Melbourne. I guess I learned that succeeding is more fun, then not succeeding. I am sure that only working on Karhu will not be enough to make a living, but I also like the idea of having enough time and motivation to run other businesses at the same time. I have also noticed that I am getting addicted to shoes and fashion, which I am not too happy about… I even remember having a dream of me walking down our street in Melbourne, with suit bags and other fashion gear on me. There were some random youngsters in one of the yards and when they noticed me they laughed out loud saying something like “oh look at that guy… he is in the FASHION INDUSTRY. Ha Ha Ho Ho Hu Hu” I remember feeling embarrassed in the dream… How strange and how real !

GODDAMN !!! All these hot women keep on walking pass me. Why does everybody dress up so nicely and put on so much make up and such tight clothes when they travel? It’s not like they are going to meet the man of their dreams at an airport or a flight… Except if he just happens to be the person who falls asleep and drawls on their shoulder... The chance of that happening can’t be worth wearing high heels and having thongs up their buttcrack on a 12 hour flight. Well, I really don’t mind women working so hard for our attention. Just as long as they don’t ask me to smell their thongs after… Hmmmmh, how the hell did I get here ???

OK, back to the real issue. Melbourne. How many good things I could say about that city and all the people that I met there. It was not luck that sent me to the apartment and to Paul, my flatmate. It was something stronger then that. I happened to love ALL of Paul’s friends, his cats, his music, his humor, his attitude, etc etc… I truly made some great new friends there and I know that Paul and his friends felt the same about me, so I felt at home all through my stay. I also know that I have all the help and support that I need, if I decide to head back there. This decision is to be made after I get back home, settle down again, work a bit, change some diapers etc etc… Lets put it this way…If I could have my family in Melbourne, then I would be there in no time! That’s the only thing that is holding me back.

OK, I am going to try to find a place where I can spend the last of my 3.6 pounds. I don’t think they sell anything that cheap over here. But lets try. I will continue one day. Probably not that soon though , as I am sure I will have SOOOO much to do when I get back home. Oh, I can’t wait !!!


OH ! don't forget to check out some new pictures from my go away party in Melbourne...

Life in Sydney - Part 7

I don’t think that I still even realize how much I learned and how much inspiration I got out of my two weeks in Bali, so maybe writing it down will help me digest it better…

I was going back to a magical place. A place that was different, but where I could still feel comfortable and secure. I knew the streets, the beaches, the corruptible cops, the villas, the clubs, the people, the shops, the scooter rental prices and the voluptuous He-Shes.

The main reason for me to go to Bali, was to find interesting products. This is because our familia has started renting out so called “sales tables” at the new shopping mall in Helsinki. So after visiting around 100 different shops, driving ALL over the place with my scooter, saying “what is the business price for this” about 200 times and choosing products I like, we are ready to go ! We will have a funky little Bali table set up in Helsinki for the upcoming summer. Just a small collection of the great things you can find in Bali, such as bags, silver jewelry, t-shirts, other funky jewelry, incents, sarongs and other things that I can’t remember now. I hope we are able to get a good sense of where it could go from there and make some bigger orders of the products that seem to catch best. This was an exciting and fun task, of me finding beautiful products and play a game of “guess the price” in my head. What would sell, for how much, who would buy it, how it would be set up… I think this was the best thing that Bali gave me. The chance to forget all about this shoe/clothing mumbo jumbo and throw myself in the opposite role. The role of the buyer… That is SO MUCH FUCKING MORE FUN!!!

Is this business bullshit as boring to you, as it is to me ??

Anyways !!! To the point. The island, once again, inspired me to believe and go deeper inside my brick head. The yoga, the massages, the sea, the warm & smiling people, the crowd & music at my dj gigs, the cheap yet delicious food, my hair blowing in the air as my scooter took me deep into the sunset… All of these things constantly reminded me that the world has so much to offer and that worrying, feeling stressed or being depressed is really a complete waste of energy! Yeah yeah… I am aware that the whole world knows this. But at this time of my life, I needed Bali to slap me in the face and wake me up (before you go go). I really feel that I am on a new level of understanding.

I have already been in Melbourne for a week now and I can already say that I love it. I was lucky enough to get a room in a nice flat and a VERY good housemate. I got connected with him through a mutual friend from Sydney. His name is Paul… He thinks and acts very similar to me and is just an all around good guy, with a big heart. This has made me feel at home from day one. We have gone out, stayed in, ordered in, played playstation, been drunk, eaten pizza, talked about life, made future plans of millionarism, told funny jokes etc. I know that there is lots more to come…

Besides Paul, Melbourne has been very cool. The vibe here is completely different from Sydney’s. The all around style here is to have an edge and be a bit weird. I saw more weird things here in a day, then what I had seen in Sydney in three months! Tans really don’t matter around this place and being dirty is the thing.

I also love the realness of this city. Lets put it this way: If you have a bad taste in your mouth in Melbourne, then you don’t need to swallow it. You are allowed to spit it out on the street… I felt as if in Sydney I had to keep it in. Everything was so nice and dandy over there that I was scared of being arrested for doing dirty deeds. Melbourne gives you the opportunity to say whatever you say and act however you act and I really like that… Maybe these people haven’t experienced as many sunstrokes as the Sydneyans. The sun kills brain cells. Hmmmh, Melbourne is doing that to me as we speak. So I guess I am once again lost in my own plots and story lines of the never-ending wribbly gibbly of deep bullshit…

I will finish for now and continue sometime soon... I still miss you and think of you every day. So please don’t be strangers and stay in touch.

Peeeeeeace,
Oded

Life in Sydney - Part 6

Written on the 15th of March

Hello loved ones,
I am once again on a Singapore Airlines flight. I have Lauren Hill playing through the amazing entertainment system and decided that I should start writing to you again. I hope I don't get too emotional again, start crying and arouse terrorist suspicions.

First of all lets go back in time to Singapore. The food was really good, the crowd at the club was 95% gay men (and they all wanted me, naturally), the boutique hotel was beautiful, the humidity was crazy and the streets were still spotless.

The Ice Hockey finals of the Olympics were on, on the night after my gig (Sunday). Finland against Sweden in the Olympic Finals ! I dosn’t get any bigger then that and I HAD to see it. I obsessively called 10 different sports bars (ALL showing the same fucking Soccer game), the embassy of Finland (closed), random Finnish people through SiSu (Singaporen Suomalaiset) and emailed Finnish players of the Singaporean Hockey League. I tried to explain the importance of this spectacular event to many Singaporeans and they all thought I was an idiot. Idiots… At last I had to give it up and listen to the game through a web-broadcast on Finland’s national radio. I really wish I had that Star Trek machine that would ‘beam me up’ home for situations like this.

After only two nights in Singapore I was on my way to Bali.

Life in Sydney - Part 5

Hello everybody down there !!!
I am about 10 km high, on a flight to Singapore… I almost got a hard on when they announced that there is wireless internet on the plane. They forgot to announce that it costs money and requires a credit card. But there is no way I am sliding my ass in front of the old Indian women sitting next to me, again, so I decided to take this time to write another email. The 60 movies + nintedo + 30 tv channels infront of me are in no way more interesting then writing to you people.

So yes, today I left Sydney behind. At least for the next month and a half… I tried to summarize my stay there to a friend yesterday, but really had a hard time understanding how I felt about the 3 months I spent in Sydney. I can think of a lot of beautiful moments and great people I met, but to be honest, I feel as I was not experiencing them all on a pure and happy level and that is why I could not enjoy them completely. This is mainly because I have been too occupied trying to prove to myself that my decision to fly to Australia was the right one and that achieving my goals is right around the corner. The problem was, that I had no REAL success with sales and meetings, until a couple of days before I left. I had a very good meeting with the importer of the Swedish Nudie Jeans about Karhu Originals and am expecting an order from them, for both of their shops (Sydney & Melbourne). We will also collaborate at the Mercedes Fashion week in April and I hope this is the beginning of a lot of opening doors. I don’t really like to write about business here, because it is what I do most of the time really… So lets forget about that and get back to my feelings for a minute.

Because I am missing all the security and support I have with all of you at home, I have had to keep on reminding myself to take everything as it comes and try to be happy all the time. To stop being distracted by negative thoughts and stress about the future. I know now, more then ever, that how I feel is up to me and the things that I do with my life. Who else is supposed to decide on which foot I get out of bed in the morning ? Finding excuses to what is wrong with my feelings and life, through other peoples actions and decisions, is not the way for anyone to live. So hey! I feel much stronger now and ready for what the world has to offer me… When I think of it now, I haven’t felt like this for years! Maybe it’s just the high altitude I am at right now, that is getting me so emotional. All the unconditional support and love that my family is sending me here is something that I don’t take for grantedge and I really feel as I am so lucky to have the life that I have and the people that love me so much.

I have a gig tonight at an EXTREMELY gay club called Taboo in Singapore. Not only does it seem to be the gayest place on earth, it is their Mardi Gras party. I wanted to go as spiderman (with the padded suit, naturally) and hope that the promoter has noticed it on my rider. I will stay in Singapore for a couple of nights, focusing on eating lots of great food and shopping for a new digital camera. Our beloved Canon Ixus had a heart attack in a club in Sydney. It’s last shots can now be found on www.flickr.com/photos/odedpeled. The camera will be missed greatly. Well, missed until I change it for a younger, slimmer and better Canon Ixus.

On Monday I will fly to Bali! I can’t tell you how exciting it is to return there after almost two years… I feel as I am going to a magical place, but with the HUGE plus of knowing where to go, what to do, how much to bribe the police etc. I will do a lot of Yoga, massages, driving on my scooter and looking for good products to ship to Finland. More about this in the next update.


Love you and miss you all!
Oded

Life in Sydney - Part 4

Oh my, oh my ! It has been over a month since I have last written… And now there is just so many stories for me to write about, that I don’t really know how to even start.

Time has been flying. I would say that the first couple of months went very slowly and everything I came across seemed big and intimidating. Now, after I have gotten used to a lot of what is going on around me and inside my head, time is has started to fly past me.

I had a friend of mine over for a week. I met Rick in Finland, as he had fallen for a psycho Finnish girl and ended up staying for six months in Finland. He now lives in Barcelona and continues his work as a DJ booking agent and world traveller. Some of you know him…Rick was the first person in Australia that I REALLY knew from my past, so it was really nice to hang out with him and not feel uncomfortable at any point. Besides us knowing each other, I find us to be very similar in our ideas, views and sence of humor, so we really did have a great time together. We visited the amazing Taronga Zoo, going to various bars (including a rotating bar high in the sky), passing out in my room, walking around the city, turning Rick from white to pink and laughing lots. Oh wow, this is getting extremely gay. But bare with me, this leads us somewhere...

On some of the nights I keep my bedroom window open… And get woken up by these scary noises coming from the trees. Sounds like the HUGE bats that are all around the city. I’m telling you people, these are no ordinary bats. I think Dracula himself would have a heart attack if he saw these things. And they are not alone out there… They ‘talk’ to each other. Probably planning on taking over the world or something. On one of the ‘passing out’ nights I remember waking up in the middle of the night and hearing Rick say “ I think there are monkeys in the room “. This was when I am half a sleep, half seeing nightmares of bats, half stoned, and only a bit awake. I really didn’t know how to react, but it felt like I was freaking out for a while. Was he serious or was this another idiotic joke that I should have gotten in the middle of the night ?? Anyway. I don’t think I got any REAL sleep after that wake up call. Looking back, it was an extremely funny line to be woken up to. I am sure this was influenced by the Chimps and Gorillaz that we had seen in the zoo.

Well, Rick left me after a week and I continued my life. Nothing had changed, except me losing a couple of million brain cells. I’m down to around 15. Next up was a great party on a boat, with a DJ that we have booked to play for us in Finland and Sweden in the past. The legendary Omid 16B. It was a beautiful, sunny day, the music was nice, women were gorgeous and even if it wasn’t, we couldn’t ask for our money back, because we got in for free. Life was good. I saw an amazingly HOT woman on board. She looked like something that would come out of a secret love affair between Jane Fonda and Kylie Minogue. I HAD to speak to her and get to know her, so I did. Ofcourse it ended up with her thinking that I really a lovely boy. So lovely that she just HAD to introduce me to her boyfriend...

- Dinky (name changed), this is Oded. I am taking his phone number so we could all hang out, together. He is such a funny boy… Ha Ha Ha
- Nice to meet you Dinky. I would really like to have babies with you girlfriend and I hate you.

And that’s how it has worked here until now. I am gaining an image of the funny/crazy/sweet boy from Finland. I have gotten some nice friends, but it hasn’t got me laid. I know what you are thinking… I need to work it a bit more and take it to the next level. And I would, if I had more time on my hands. I am leaving Sydney on the 23rd of February. Flying to play a gig in Singapore and from there going to Bali for a couple of weeks of work, massages, yoga and having my own scooter ! Wohoo !!!

After Bali I am heading to Melbourne for about a month or so and hopefully have lots of success with the clothing brands there. I am still thinking positive about this venture and hope that something good will come out of it, but unfortunately it hasn’t really taken off as I expected. Mainly because the brands themselves are not doing a good job in backing me up and I have yet to even receive the collection samples… They are supposed to arrive this week, which leaves me about a week and a half of time to get all the buyers and press to come and see them. I will set up my own showroom in a really nice bar/club, which will surely help.

This trip is more then a learning experience for me. How to contact people, how to get the most out of any situation without being too pushy… How to shine and spread the positive energy I have in me. How to find out what I really want to do at any given time. It has been a real struggle a lot of the times, but I feel as I am getting the grip of it slowly and I feel happier, with every day that goes by. I have less then 3 months left, until I head back to star in my new role as Super-Uncle and enjoy the Finnish summer !

I miss you all greatly and can’t wait to see you. If you want to come to Bali, then it is only around 10-12 hour flight from Europe. Very close, compared to Australia. And cheap too J

Visit www.flickr.com/people/odedpeled for some pics from the boat and from the Zoo. More to come soon !

Oded

Life in Sydney - Part 3

Heeeya hooooo !!!
First of all, merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, a great new year and all of that. I feel that I have missed all of you most around this time. Even though I am not into all the mumbo-jumbo that comes around with the festive seasons, there is all this talk around us about how and with who we are going to spend this ‘important’ time with. So I was constantly thinking that you people would be the ones I would have loved to spend it with, but could not. Anyway, I got over it by partying like a maniac and telling everyone that I love celebrating the birth of Jesus, especially as we (the jews) were the ones to initially kill him. I wonder why I didn’t get any presents…

It has been a very strange Christmas for me here. I found myself laying on the beach on Christmas morning, while everyone else was stretching out and going for their morning jog/swim/surf. I had a biiiig night out before that (and the two nights before that really), which was a lot of fun. But after spending three of the last Christmases in the homeland of Santa, in a real Finnish home (with Milla’s family), it was very different.

People are very friendly here… Especially around this season. I remember leaving one of the Christmas parties and seeing a guy walking his two dogs. We passed each other and somehow it felt very normal to say “merry Christmas” to each other. Funnily enough, I noticed that one of his dogs was taking a dump just as we were saying our most sincere holiday greetings. How sweet and real is that !? With that thought on my mind, I arrived to the bus station, on my way to the next party. And there I was confronted with a huge Pepsi advert with the one and only David Hasselhoff. I find it very interesting that he is a real star over here and you can see his face all over town… Lucky for David, Australians have bad taste. I think I just missed the bus, as I was waiting for quite some time… And I was all alone and a bit bored. What better opportunity did I have to take a picture of me and David ??? I started setting up the camera on the bench, with a 10 second timer. So here I am, leaning on the wall of the bus station, posing right next to David. Cameras ready, prepare to flash ! About 3 seconds before the camera went off a girl steps right into the bus station. How can the thing you fear most at some point just come true like that ?? The world can be a bitch sometimes and I love it for it ! :) I got out of it by explaining the girl how much of a star David is and how funny these commercials are. Then I asked her to take a picture of us, which she did. There wasn’t a lot of conversation after that though. I am pretty sure she is writing a mass email to all of her friends and family right now, telling them of this FREAK she met in a bus station.

And what about New Years Eve ??? Even more plans and more questions of who’s, how’s, when’s, why’s, how much it cost’s and how do we get there’s ??? After not being able to get any free tickets for Fatboy Slim on the beach, I ended up going to a really nice house (as in somebody’s house, not ‘house music’) party in Bondi. Lots of funny welsh/british people, good vibes, EXCELLENT house music by three british dj’s, lots of drinks, but no barbeque. I am sure that the hosts of the party were wondering where the two Chorizos in their fridge came from. Well they came from one really hungry Finnish tourist, that didn’t realize that it wasn’t a BBQ party.

So what else has been going on in my life besides silly situations that have no real point in them ??? I have been meeting some interesting people, laying on the beach, waiting for the clothing samples to arrive, waiting a bit more, surfing the internet, drinking more beer, chatting on Skype, making myself some GOOD food (believe it or not!!!), washing the dishes and my clothes and trying not to spend too much money on everything and anything. My flat mates think I will be a great housewife and this makes me so proud of myself ! Who would had believed ??? If nothing else comes out of this trip, then at least I have learned to take care of my needs and realize a lot of things that are involved in everyday life. By the way mom, I need more money. Naaaaaaaaah, just kidding! I got a credit card.

I know there is a lot more to learn, especially about the business side of things, but that will take some more time, which is a bit annoying. At this point of my life, I feel that focusing on myself and learning more about me is even more important then work. I am keeping myself as positive as ever and looking forward to the very near future. The nearer I look, the better it all seems really… Looking too far is sometimes scary and I really don’t know how necessary it is.

I have started to read some books and somehow have a bit of a problem to get into them. There are too many distractions around me and in my head and it will only get worse when the work starts fully. So I should probably stop writing now and continue to read “the power of now” by Eckhart Tolle, which is looking to be very interesting and motivating.


Hope to catch you soon ! Send me some stories of your holidays…


Lots of love,
Oded

Life in Sydney - Part 2

Hello everybody !
So here we go again...

I had a feeling today would be the day that I would sit down and write a long email to all of you. This is becouse of an interesting chat I had with a soulmate of mine from Chicago. A guy called Michael, which I met on a very strange flight from St Petersburg to Moscow, around a year ago. I promised Michael that I would try to connect to at least one person on the beach today and see what happens. I was heading there alone and was planning on reading a book and not really approaching anyone, if the situation wouldn't pop up by itself. It feels very awkward to approach anyone on the beach. I feel like somebody called Julio, except that I am not really tanned, don't own a gym card and don't own a pink pair of speedos. But hey, a promise is a promise, and I keep my promises.

So! I sit on the beach, reading my book, looking around for people that have their inner bluetooth open for reception. No one. As you probably already guessed, I was mainly looking for hot and sexy connectable women. Not that it was what we discussed with Michael... Then this long legged, silicone breasted, tanned, asian beauty walks by me, gives me a look and spreads her towel about 5 meters from where I am sitting. The first thing that jumps to my head is, that it has to be a man. Or was it ??? If she was, then one with an extremely good surgeon ! We echanged more looks from time to time and I felt hmmmmh... I think 'scared' might be the right word. What if I go to talk to her/him and we click and HeShe invites me to come to her place for a asian tea or something ??? Would I ever be ready to take the risk? NO FUCKIN WAY! At this point I really wished I had my laptop with me, so I could google "how to recognize a shemail". But I didn't.

After frying myself on the beach for some time and looking around for any other interesting people around me, I came to the conclusion that there couldn't really be anyone more interesting then this thing next to me. I meen, if she was a man in the past, then I am sure she has a lot of interesting stories and experiences. And if she wasn't, then she is just another girl, with a big mouth and wide shoulders. Around this time a seagull shat on my back. Someone told me that is a sign of good luck. Getting shat on, by a seagull is not my idea of luck, but anyhow! I went to wash my back and then headed towards HeShe, introduced myself and sat down next to her. I hoped her name would had been JAMES or CHAD or something like that, as it would have made things easier, but it wasn't. I can't remember her name, but it was something like Susan. Nothing super transvestity like Roxy or Cleo, which would had been a giveaway too. She did have a very firm handshake though.

So we went ahead with the usual 'where you from, what you do, why you are here, how long are you here for' and bla bla bla... She was from Bali, which did help the conversation flow, but there were no sparks and no real chemistry. There were a lot of signs saying that she was really a woman, which was a real pity. Women are much less interesting then HeShes. Poor girl, she must have people trying to figure out her gender all the time and never really interested in the lovely girl that is inside of her.

Well, I still don't know which one she is, but I am proud of myself of taking the step and talking to her. This story has no point really. Sorry for wasting your time :)

I will write you more stories soon. Especially ones that have a meaning. I am feeling much more comfortable here and learning lots about the city and the people that live in it. The adventure continues...


I love you and miss you all.
Oded

Life in Sydney - Part 1

Hi my loved ones!

So here we go again… Sorry for taking soooo long before writing the first chapter of my new journey. I just checked my flight itinerary and realized I have been away from home for 3 weeks! That’s almost a month! It really took me some time to settle in, and feel comfortable enough to give myself time to sit down and write this. As you, my loved ones know, I can’t really let “important” things slide and these things bother me, until they have been taken care of. Now I feel like most of them have been taken care of and am slowly starting to feel the freedom and the special vibe you get, when you are away from everything you are used to.

When I arrived to Sydney, I was picked up by a small Korean DJ/promoter (he booked Guy to play in Seoul once, but studies and lives here) and his Gay Australian boyfriend. They took me to their apartment in Surry Hills, the “soho” aka gayland of Sydney. We watched the finals of Australian Idols on my first night here and held hands when they FINALLY told who was the winner. After that there were some really cool fireworks over the famous operahouse, which we could see very well from their balcony. Quite a nice welcome, as a matter of fact.

Somehow I didn’t feel that comfortable with them two and the small Korean leather sofa, so the day after I moved to a dirty little room in Bondi. You might have heard of the famous Bondi beach, which is the most touristy and backpackerish beach in Australia. The house was filled with really nice Swedish people, whom I had heard of through my other Swedish friends that I met in Bali. It’s a really small world, when you are traveling...

Besides getting bitten by all kinds of small creatures, watching some hot doghumping every morning and doing my world famous Swedish imitation (which all Swedes seem to hate), I spent a lot of the time looking for a decent place to stay. I wanted something more central, so it would be easier for me to do my work… As much as living right next to the beach and all the nice Scandinavian & Brazilian chick sounds great, it’s not what I came here for. I came here to find a nice jewish girl and marry her and her money. That’s why I moved to Double Bay, also known as Double Pay. Lots of rich bitches out here. Even Nicole Kidman lives very close. I thought of marrying her, but I think it would be very problematic. How do I tell her that I really hate her work as an actress?

So now I have a nice room, in a pretty nice house, with pretty cool flat mates, with a pretty dirty bathroom, in a pretty good location, with a cool little beach around 10 minutes from here (just came back from my first dip in the sea as a matter of fact). The only thing that I am really missing is an internet connection. This is up to my flat mate to take care of and I guess he has got more important things on his mind. Like arranging his closet and shit. Shit as in “other shit”, not sitting in the toilet and shitting. Even though he has been sitting in the toilet and shitting much more then ordering an internet connection. Anyways… I forgive him, because I am a peace-loving creature that wants to get a long with everyone. But inside I am starting to hate him.

At the moment I am waiting for the samples of the clothing brands to arrive and then start meeting with all the shops and buyers etc. Step into working mode and see how it all goes. The mainstream style here is very suitable for both brands, so I feel that they could go down extremely well… The only thing I need to do, is do a good job in selling them TO the shops, so people could go and get them. I’m pretty excited about what’s going to happen with this and can’t wait to have my first meetings. I know that I will be very nervous and I know there is a lot of competition out there. Just have to hope & believe that the brands themselves are strong enough. Well, enough about business really. It’s kind of boring. Especially as nothing has happened with it yet. I will keep you posted on it in my next email.

OK everyone. I hope to hear back from all of you and miss you all very much. Life is so different when you don’t have your family and your close friends around you. I don’t think that anyone should live like that for too long. Hmmmmh, so what am I doing here? Well, I guess I have to find a REALLY rich Jewish girl and fly all of you down here. The fact that it is summer here from November to around April is really great and the idea of spending two summers every year is still very appealing to me. I also know that this trip, will once again teach me a lot about myself and about life. About washing my clothes and going to the grocery shop by myself. About understanding that if I don’t buy salt from the shop, it will just not be there and my avocado toast will taste like something is missing.


It should take around 7 to 14 working days to get the internet working and then I promise to send emails more often and be online for skypeing and MSNning with all you geeks !

Here are al my details, so you would have no excuse for not staying in touch with me:
Mobile: +61 00000000000 (My phone is on mute, when I’m sleeping, so you can call me anytime).
Home: +61 222222222222 (check out the time differential before using this one)

Skype: miscmanagement
MSN: miscmanagement(at)hotmail.com
Email: oded(at)awholelotmore.net