hello new world.

The plane to Brussels was very tiny and full of businessmen with white hair. Before taking off the crew had to clear the wings from ice with some kind of pink liquid. It dripped and dropped all over the snow below, creating a bloody scene if the victim had had pink blood. As the sun rose the color palette outside my window felt very 80's; light blue, peach, pink, light green and yellow. After feeling the last of the winter cold I drifted to sleep and stayed there. I woke up in time to see a white dog run across a field and five seconds later we were in Brussels. I went straight to my connection flight. Many of the white businessmen followed. One of them, a middle aged, chubby man with back-slick cut the line before me to the check-in. I gave him a murderous look so full of hate I could have spit in his face. I was one of the last to get onboard and was even escorted to the plane by a French speaking flight attendant. I was seated next to a guy my age. I thought we had been in Holland all along, but he told me Brussels is in the Netherlands... or was it Belgium? I still can't tell the difference. Those three countries are the most confusing nations in the world. It's not that I'm bad at geography, it's just that they don't seem to get up their minds. One day Holland and Netherlands is the same country, then they are not and you're not even suppose to call it Holland. Then they speak Dutch and that's too much like Deutchland (Germany), but apparently not the same.
Anyhow, the scene turned pink again as we got in the air. The clouds looked like cotton candy. This trip went fast because I had company. For some reason we didn't introduce ourselves but I pictured in my head that his name was Stefan. At the end of the trip I found out I was right. Sometimes I think I have magical powers. In Abu Dhabi I saw Arabic men holding hands, I knew about this tradition but couldn't help myself from finding it utterly cute.
The last flight to Melbourne was all about How I Met Your Mother and then I just slept. I woke up in time for lunch, but in my time I wanted breakfast. My whole body reacted against the vegetarian lasagne, having this kind of food straight after waking up was wrong. As I looked through the window I saw Australia underneath. It looked golden brown with a bunch of sandy white holes in it. I imagined myself as a snake radar, detecting the most poisonous ones down there. I played with the thought of dropping highly accurate bombs on them, eliminating all dangerous and disgusting creatures, perhaps even turning a few species extinct. I wish.
The flight attendant told me to unplug my headphones as we prepared for landing. Sure, I said and got back to my playlist when she left. I Blame Coco featuring Robyn sang me to the ground, rebelliously. Dealing with the border police was a piece of cake. I thought it'd be harder to get into the country, but truth be told it was actually easier than entering Sweden. After a bus trip full of backpackers I finally reached my hostel. I got my room key from a 70's styled hippie guy with afro and a voice of a baby. I think he smoked a lot of weed. Then I left all my crap in the room and went for a walk in the area.
My first impressions of Melbourne felt like a mix of every place I've ever been to. The streets were wide and there were tall buildings like in New York, The architecture felt European but new, sort of like in Washington DC. The traffic runs on the wrong side of the road, just like in the UK. The streets were very clean and smooth, like in Sweden. And I swear, the food stores looks just like ICA in Sweden. The air felt dry but tropical and there were green trees, like in South America. The smell felt sweet and sort of spicy, like in Korea. And they have trams just like in Gothenburg. The city feels European, yet American, yet tropical. Kind of an awesome mix.
Next morning I woke up at 5 and couldn't go back to sleep. As I tried to drift I managed to write the beginning of a short story in my head. The shower was awesome and not full of spiders as I had prepared for. No funnel webs in Melbourne. After breakfast in front of Family Guy (a huge American guy laughed out load all the time) I went out in the city. The previous night I had got myself a massive shoe-shave on both feet, so now I limped my way to the nearest shoe store to get myself some flip flops. I crinched as I forced the word "thongs" out of my mouth, because that's what Aussies call flip flops. With aforementioned shoes I started to take the city. Halfway through it started to rain heavily, but it stopped as quickly as it had started. I found a Kikki K store, which is a Swedish stationary store. I was happy to speak some Swedish with a woman from Skåne and tried to flirt my way to a job. It didn't seem impossible. After lunch the jet-lag started to kick in and I got really dizzy. The place shook as if I was on a boat. But it only lasted for a few minutes. The rest of the day was filled with house hunting and more shoe-shave. I got back to the hostel in the afternoon feeling completely exhausted and fell asleep reading The Wild Things.