Somewhere in the rainforest

Hey folks !

you might think that we have disappeared somewhere Down Under...
Actually, yeah, we did ! We have been in Australia now for 8 days and arrived yesterday in Byron Bay, after spending 6 days in the rainforest at Mount Warning National Park in the Tweed Valley.
As there were no waves at the Gold Coast (we surfed Snapper Rocks and D-Bah after arriving in the morning of the 14th from Kuala Lumpur) we decided to go somewhere into the countryside and got lost. Thats when two super friendly Australian women showed up, as we were having breakfast at some little river and proposed us to stay at their Tipi tent up in the rainforest, if we did some little bush-work !
We liked it so much, that we stayed almost an entire week.
More footage from that little paradise coming soon !

Greets,

Robin, Fish and Flow




Hola amigos,

se podría pensar que hemos desaparecido en algún lugar de Australia. La verdad, sí, nos perdimos! Hemos estado en Australia por 8 días y llegamos a Byron Bay ayer, después de pasar 6 días en la selva en el Parque Nacional Mount Warning en el valle del Tweed (río).
Como no habían olas en la Gold Coast (surfeamos Snapper Rocks y D-Bah después de llegar en la mañana del 14 de Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia), decidimos ir a un lugar en el campo y nos perdimos...
Entonces fue cuando dos mujeres australianas pararon en el camino con su 4x4, viendonos desayunar en un pequeño río. Nos propusieron que nos quedáramos en su tienda Tipi en el rainforest (selva), si le ayudariamos a reformar su terreno. El trabajo consistia en quitar todos los arbustos con machetes y demas... Nos gustó tanto, que nos alojamos casi una semana entera.
Más imágenes de ese pequeño paraíso muy pronto!

Saludos desde Australia,

Fish, Robin and Flow

The way back to Kuala Lumpur ...

...was a bit off the track: Both of our flip flops were broken, so from the beginning we were barefoot.

Good to start a 400km journey across land and sea...

The boat to Mersing (nice fishers village) came 2h late, so we missed our bus to Kuala Lumpur .

As none of us wanted to wait 5h for the next one (we would have arrived at midnight to the hostel ), we asked a local and he told us to go to the city of Kluang (buses every hour).

So we walked across the filthy bus station looking for a seating opportunity to think about going to Kluang (no clue were that was and just found it on google maps) and rest a little bit (we had 2 big bags and a surfboard each)...

We didn`t even sit down when we saw a really fucked up yellow chinese bus parking out. On the front window you could read “Kluang” (almost hidden).

We did not think twice and waving our hands, runnig duck style with all our baggage towards the bus, we stopped it, somehow got on it and managed to store the surfboards in between some seats.

Roasty mill began to drive towards the unknown.....

I have heard lots of storys about bustrips but this guy did not hesitate in driving on the little road getting into closed curves with 100km/hour, across the jungle and overtaking any big truck, even if it was only 10km/h slower than he was.

Sometimes there were people waiting for the bus in the middle of nothing (did I mention that it was raining shitloads?). With the vibrations of the bus, water got coming in from outside through the windows rills. We wondered how it did not drop from the top, because in Kluang we saw that entirely roasted roof from above.

On location we got our tickets and 3 min later we were sitting in the bus towards Malaysias capital.

After a taxi drive through the city we got to Chinatown. Thats were our hostel was supposed to be somewhere, we had no clue WHERE actually...

After 1h walking through the busy streets full of unclear signs (of that actually not that big area) a guy we had asked at least 30min before for the hostels location, came over to us and pointed at the wall of one building in front of us. Following his indication finally we saw the little (1m x 1m) sign hanging INSIDE the little gangway which was just betonated in front of the actual building. Fernloft KL !

We thanked our helper and were glad to have arrived before midnight to get our room.

Still wonder how our feet did not get cut to pieces and still have all our belongings... (You have not seen Chinatown gone crazy on that time of the day: They may have not seen a surfboard in their entire life !)

Greets from Kuala Lumpur,

Philip and Florian

After spending our last awesome day and crazy night in Paris (and having slept 25min) we took our flight to Kuala Lumpur (nearly missed it, because we tried to enjoy our hangover meal at McDonalds at 10am).

After the 30-hour journey, in which we took the long-haul flight, one train, two buses and a boat, we finally made our way to the beautiful island Pulau Tioman.

That place does not only sound amazing, it is amazing.

An average meal costs around 1,50€. Everything is fresh and local; come here and get the best pineapple juice of your life.

Get up at 10, have an awesome breakfast and go directly to the white-sand beach. Straight into the 28 degrees water.

Come out and lay down, doing absolutely nothing. Go in again and do some snorkelling.

In the evening, after a little siesta, you make your way to the jetty and jump into the water.

Refreshing.

Get local dinner with another amazing fruit juice, looking at the calm sea.

Then go to bed and take consciousness how good life is.

The photos talk for itself.

The crew reunited ready for departure

Last day in Paris,
tonight Erasmus party,
next destination tommorrow morning:
Pulau Tioman; a little Malaysian Island in The South China Sea more than 10 000 km from Europe.
24h of travel, one flight, one train, one bus and one ferry...
see ya boys