The worth of things

I hate to think about money, that’s why I hate when it is expensive. Actually I love it when it is expensive and an expression of luxury, beauty or anything special that others can’t afford, but I hate it when it is overpriced! That’s why I love famous designer sales. I would never pay 400 Euros for a pair of shoes, but beautiful sexy, elegant and fantastic quality shoes who are reduced from 400 to 200, I can’t resist; and I can tell you half of my shoes belongs to this category! For most of the people, 200 Euros for a pair of shoes is expensive but they spend 100 to 150 Euro for boring shoes in a bad quality, I find them expensive, which mean they do not worth the price!
I think that Australia or at least Sydney do not worth the price!
I do not understand why I should pay 5,32 Euros for a tube ticket. The tube is complicated, it takes time and you have to change of train all the time and at the end its first purpose should be social. People laugh when I say that Paris has one of the cheapest common transport system of Europe but as a matter of a fact, you can travel two hours in Paris from one point to another just for one Euro because it gets subvention from the city of Paris. I grew up with this and I think it is right.
My friends tell me I had a bad exchange course but I have Internet, I think they are the ones without the information! When I travel I need beauty, beautiful food (drinks also!), beautiful people, beautiful clothes, beautiful architecture and culture .You have here low quality products for the price of luxury.
Basti stays in my hostel (I mean, he stays in a dorm and I have a “Ensuite” which is much closer to a “Next!” than from a “Suite”) and feed himself with sugar cubes because he can’t afford bread! And this has nothing to do with neither drugs nor alcohol; he just loves to be with his German friends, enjoys the beach and is travelling since a long time. I ask why they do not prefer to go to Vietnam or to Cape Town where everything is so much more affordable and they answer that here; it is much nicer because it is the opposite point on the globe from Germany. Why beauty should be correlated to distance? I do not understand!
The kids are so full of joy, passion and ideals but they are not eating enough. I realized that a (prehistorically) gay couple is not as threatening as a single (middle age) gay person for young men. They could identify Micky and me very fast to the parents they would have love to have. A sexual side never entered our relationship; when we felt responsible to tell our experiences of journeys, they would listen and on the top, they loved that we had always some booze to share with them.
Today the kids are leaving and I am already missing them. Will they be alright? Did I find beauty around them instead of Sydney? Did I find culture in this desperate thirst of seeing the world more than in the city in itself? I guess so! The two are not dissociable, so I might see Sydney on a new positive aspect.
Good bye kids! Will you write on Facebook? Please just send a picture from time to time, if it is possible.