"KSOH", Anne of GG looked at ELVIS who was sitting in the old rocking chair in the house among the gum trees, with lots of plum trees, a sheep or two and a kanguru; "we forgot that it´s Uncle HO´s birthday today!" "Don´t bubble like a HOTPOT, missy missy!", ELVIS replied, "Get a pot of marple sirup, a dozen kiwis, some mangos and the cake from Rockaberry´s - we can take a tuctuc - or even better, we can ask the buffalo soldier to take us down the Green River in this kajak----we´ll face the eye of the bloody irish tiger and everything will be SWEET, EH?"
"Ready teddy?!?", he was shouting and started running down to the river while Anne was struggeling to keep up -whistling like a train passing through Flagstaff, stumbling across and hurting her feet at a piece of the Berlin Wall which forced her to do a little Haka-dance out of pain while thinking: "I don´t like dancing, no sir, no dancing today...or my boobs will kiss my big toes goodnight at the end of the day."

Doesn´t make sense? But then, how to summarize a year of travelling in 3 sentences? After a short stopover in Hong Kong to have a last mango-coconut shake in the place where my addiction began and a last stoll across the ladies-market I made it back to Germany yesterday - definitely the most wired country I´ve come across on my whole trip (everybody speaks german over here).I find myself grinning at every asian-looking face I come across, while I´m trying not to fall back into habits I became accustomed to like labeling my food in the fridge, squatting on a toilet and not flushing the toilet-paper or driving on the left hand side of the road. Anyway, I had a GRAND time seeing some parts of this fantastic planet which wouldn´t have be the same without the wicked, lovely and generous people I met on the way.