third day

car registration
this was one of the reason why I left in such a hurry. It's cheaper to register a car in South Australia and you don't really have to go through inspection.
Well, I had to go to the police station to get the car inspected, but compared to what I'm used to in Germany it was a joke. It was nothing. It was the young police man trainee I was hoping for... :-) who repeated 'no worries' just as often as I needed to hear it. I realized that not everywhere in the world you have to be horrified of ispections and police officers....
The motor's registration number wasn't the right one. Which meant that I might have stolen the motor????? (what does a motor look like????)
Somehow they found out that I haven't stolen the motor, in fact they never believed it, but they had to check it anyway, of course, so after a million no worries everything was cool. Got the car registered, a mechanic spent half an hour trying to take off the old number, and drilling holes in the new ones and I was impressed that I didn't have to pay for it.
Talked to this elder man whilest I was waiting and on my way out of town he waved me to follow him to his house, his wife had some wonderful lemonade for me and he gave me some of his self made wine, I had to promise not to drink it and then drive.
I arrived at my friend's house after once again seeing a beautiful sunset whilest cruising on a highway in Austalia in my 27 year old car...