Wednesday, 28 December 2011

X-mas 2011

it has come and gone and like every year am left a little underwhelmed. It's not like i hate X-mas its just it will never meet the expectations like it did when i was a kid. Sure presents are awesome and the big family dinner is fun but I always get depressed and introspective on the 25th. It was made worse this year because am away from home. None of the usual distractions.

Kylie and I didn't exchange gifts as we just didn't think it was reasonable to spend money on something that wasn't needed or wanted and would only add to the suitcase bulk. We did exchange cards and we watched a X-mas movie, the Santa clause(Tim Allen) and we had a steak dinner for X-mas dinner.

Kylie got loads of presents sent over from home, 4 parcels in all. Parents, grandparents and aunties all sent her stuff. I did get presents from her folks and grand-folks as well, some nice t-shirts, something i was in dear need of after the farm.

My mother did send a card but it's been lost to the service that is postal, fucking royal mail, it may have been the 1st postal service in the world but its by far not the best.

My father gave me us money, THANKS POP!, probably kill me for calling him that. Kylie seemed
surprised, confused and happy when I handed her $50 and said this is from my Da, even tho i told her what he was doing.

Boxing day was fun, we went shopping, spending a few hours wandering round a shopping centre and in the end spent nothing. We then went for a wee sleep when we got back as we where heading for a 3 movie marathon at the cinemas. 3 movies back to back from midnight to 6am. We managed 2 and came home. Sherlock Holmes 2 and the Inbetweeners. Didn't stay for Warrior, got to bed around 4.30.

Then we where up again at 11am and back to the shops for more sales. I did spend money this time. Shorts and t-shirts, what else in this heat. I have my eye on a leatherman or possibly a new knife as the one I have with me is blunt. Not that I plan to do any killing, its just handy to have. My granda taught me that. I also need a new backpack, am thinking manbag which will hold my mounting plethora plethora of stuff which I seem to carry. Granda didn't teach me that.

To round of the holidays we have just came back from dinner at the cactus jack restaurant/bar and tbh it was prob the best steak I've had in at least a year. Can someone tell me what Bearnaise sauce is? it is awesome.

Its back to work for Kylie on Thursday and me on Friday. I'll be on duty for new years eve. Kylie is going out I think and I've told her to be down at the bar at 11.50 or else. I am not ringing in the new year without a snog (french kiss to those not in the know).

This is me wishing all my readers a Happy new year. I hope 2012 is a really good one for you as it's supposedly our last. **cough**bullshit**cough**

Sunday, 18 December 2011

An Irishman walks into a bar

and orders three pints of Guinness and sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.

The bartender approaches and tells him, "You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it; it would taste better if you bought one at a time."

The Irishman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in America, the other in Australia, and I'm here in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I drinks one for each o' me brothers and one for me self."

The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way: He orders three pints and drinks them in turn.

One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the other regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss."

The Irishman looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," He explains, "It's just that me wife had us join that Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking. 'Hasn't affected me brothers a bit though.

Well there you have it folks, after six months of assing about as a backpacker I've finally gone and done it.

No, not that bad thing your thinking of. I got a job. Scratch that, I got a paying job. woo!

Hold your applause, it's nothing special, I don't have a title before my name or anything. I got me a job in a....wait for it.....Irish Pub.

I know, i know. How typical, an Irishman in a bar. There are a few jokes in this situation somewhere, I'll leave to you to come up with them am too tired.

I've just completed my 1st week and haven't gotten into the new sleeping pattern yet. I've got bags under my eyes to the point where a punter asked me last nite if I'd been in a fight, but with Redbull as my midnight sidekick I shall persevere.

It's a pretty cool place, it has a main bar, a nightclub, pokie room, cocktail bar and a function/pool room upstairs. The majority of people working in the place are foreigners, by that I mean Irish, Kiwi, Samoan, dutch, french etc etc about 10% are Aussie.

It's been a while since I was behind a bar but it's like riding a bicycle, you never forget....kinda.

Last nite was Kylies X-mas work party which I was supposed to go to but I got this job and couldn't exactly ask for my 1st Saturday nite off. So I missed out on bowling and dinner, but Kylie the wee dear came down to see me at work, cheered me right up. She of course stayed for a few drinks...

I've been told that generally Australian culture is NOT to tip, but that doesn't stop the kind folks of Townsville, I managed $25 last nite. What's more I can earn twice as much in a bar than I ever could as a Butcher back home, screw you U.K ya cheap bastards.

I've just done the washing, Kylie is sleeping off a hangover and I wanna go to the cinema. Lets hope she wakes up in time, I really wanna see Mission Impossible IV.

rito, see you all later.

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Am going to Australia Mum, why the heck would I need a coat?

Rain. Heavy rain and me without a coat packed but I came up with a solution. Steal Kylies. =)

Yes, I did wear this to the shops and no, it wasn't completely waterproof but heck it did the job till I bought a Poncho, which is essentially the coolest bit of clothing ever.

Phone camera, so excuse the quality. Those white dots are actually pretty little flowers.

X-mas card written, waiting to be sent. I'm sure it wont turn out to be like the post cards I bought in June, filled out in June and found in my suitcase today. I could still send them if it wasn't for the fact that they reference things that happened 6 months ago. I guess I could try to claim that the Aussie post is a tad slow.

In my travels amongst t'interwebs, I've discovered a cool site that can stitch photos together into panoramas, of course the pictures have to be of the same landscape/subject and taken in a steady horizontal motion.

I know you can get applications that do this as well but this site allows you to stitch them together, upload them to their servers and then lets you tag them on google maps so they are searchable to others.

My phone used to do this until I upgraded the version of Andriod from Froyo to Gingerbread and for some stupid reason they took that function away.

So if you want to see what I've snapped so far go to this site. I think this is an excellent idea and hope to get a full album going. I'll try and get some more interesting subjects for future panoramas. am to lazy to do the Href thingy.

Oh, and yes. I did manage to get up at 8.30 today. Didn't do much but I got up at least. Same tomorrow as well, gotta clean the hostel.

Cheerio for now. Have you noticed that my blog output coincides directly to my boredom level.

I'll leave you with one last thing to watch. Now am not the biggest fan of Star Wars but I like enough to find this hilarious. Enjoy.

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Sleep n' stuff

The last few days have been a big change to what I've been used to for the last 10 weeks.

I've slept in friday, saturday and sunday and it's been fantastic. I am aware that it's all to easy to fall into a familiar trap of staying up late and sleeping in, so i got to keep it in check.

Been back on the old job hunt again, online applications, dropping resumes into business and basically prowloing all the shops in the hope they have a staff wanted sign in the windows.

Of course there's the networking thing, I've gotten a number from a german to do some mango picking which I was supposed to phone tonite but slipped my mind. Oh, well will have to do till tomorrow.

I've also been drafted for some cleaning work in the hostel, this'll pay for my accomadation until I can find payed work.

Theres also a possiblity that the Craig, the guy I did the 10 weeks free woofing work for is gonna go for a holiday with his kids just before x-mas and I think he wants me to house sit for him.

SO lots of potential things happening.

Whatever happens with the work front I have to keep the 17th/18th free as it is Kylies work X-mas party and am her plus one. She of course will be buying a new outfit, where as I will not. No point splashing out on a new shirt and jeans for one nite when it'll prob not get worn again for ages and besides I have a perfectly good dress shirt and jeans with me. It'll just add to my already bulky suitcase as well.

Speaking of which, when I arrived it was a cosy 23kg and now 6 months later am guessing it has risen to about 33kg. Sure I've had a few t-shirts sent over form home and I've bought a few pairs of shorts but hell not in the manner of 10kg. Maybe a dead wallaby is in there. Will have to be investigated and trimmed down for future travelling. It's just not manageable.

Right, I'm off to bed, aiming to get up for 8.30 tomorrow.

Friday, 2 December 2011

Am a big boy now!

So am three days late but happy 1st birthday to me, as a blogger.

I 1st had the idea to start a blog a few months before I actually did, then Kylie ups and starts one. Coincidence? Yes, but it gave me the we nudge to open mine.

It started off fairly weirdly to be honest, I really had no clue what to write. Then as I started to write more and read more blogs I essentially got the jist of what to do.

The 1st blog that I followed was by a nice lady called Mynx, 2 reasons for this was that she was very honest and funny and secondly she was Australian and with my plans, it gave me a little insight into the workings of an Aussie's mind.

From her blog I was introduced to a few others who I follow now, I have done a guest post for her and received one in turn. I have even got my sister into the act as well, she guested for my 50th post and has since started her own blog.

I guess in a way this whole blogosphere is like a little community. You have friends, you listen to there ups and downs, leave a comment if you think you can be helpful, you look at their holiday snaps, critic their artwork or just read silently and agree that life is the same where ever you are in the world.

I've learned lots from reading blogs, had a lot of laughs and been sorrowed by others and I hope this continues for years to come. I may not always write a blog but I have a feeling that I will always read them.

For now I will continue to update you with my travel experiences and every so often throw in a weird one for good measure, after all I have to live up to the title of blog.

This is me when I was one year old. 80's decor is awesome!

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

The end is nigh!

Last few days on the farm, leaving on Thursday afternoon.

Burnt the shit out of my neck today, my own fault. Am just to lazy to apply sunscreen. We have been digging a trench for some electric cables to pass through and I swear the ground is as hard as Diamonds, shame I didn't find any.

Mostly packed and actually chomping at the bit to get out of here, pardon the horse related metaphor. I can't help it.

That's my 88days regional work out of the way now. So come April/May I can apply for my 2nd year visa. Well actually it works out as 91 days but who's counting.

Trench digging gives me a massive appetite. I managed to pack away a chicken breast, 3 hotdogs and a heaped plate of salad last nite :O and a few hours later I got the munchies and had some toast.

I gotta do a few hours work tomorrow, but believe me, my heart won't be in it. I'll get breakie and lunch here and am gonna fill me belly. Then am prob gonna go around the property tomorrow and take a few snaps, say good bye to the horses, chickens, cat and dog. Not the goat tho, he's a dirty perverted little thing. He likes to lick his weiner, especially when there are people watching him, then he looks up and gives a smile. No joke, he actually smiles.

Must go and do a bit more packing. My mother is phoning me tonite again too, this is becoming a bit of a habit :P

Thursday, 24 November 2011

I'm constipated. I'm going back to bed.

NO, not me. Craig (farm owner). These are the only words that he spoke to me on Tuesday. He indeed did go back to bed...for 2 full days. Apparently it's because he drank too much coffee but I thought coffee helped the flow. Maybe am wrong.

Anne und Franziska left the farm a few weeks ago. Only to be replaced this week by 2 more Germans. Either Craig has a "thing" for Germans or we are just so over-run by them that other nationalities don't get a look in. Since I've been here (9 weeks tomorrow :O) there have been 5 Germans come and go.

WOW, wait, just wait a minute. 9 weeks...Holy crap! Then if you count the few weeks I did before actually moving to the farm, fuck!

Well, it doesn't really matter anyway, it's all behind me. I'm due to move back to civilization next week. With that fore-knowledge I've been in town trying to get a wee job to tide me over the festive period. (Fingers crossed, might as well do the toes while we are at it)

Just gotta bide my time now then get my time signed off from the boss man and get any wages owed ( some days I worked more that the required 5 hours) I think i'll also take advantage of the facilities and give all my clothes a wash before I pack em' back into the suitcase. Yes I have been living in relative luxury, I've had a wardrobe :)

Another thing I realized last nite, and this is something am not proud of. I haven't spoken to my mother in approx 10 weeks. It has taken a coincidental meeting with Kylie's mum at the supermarket, a past message from her mum to me through Kylie to arrange a wee chat. So 9pm tonite!

I haven't really been avoiding her but the time difference plus me getting early nites means I just haven't .... BAD SON!

Well, gotta go and feed a horse...Oh goody >:|

Friday, 11 November 2011

No drama's *updated*

Simple pleasures in life.

An air conditioner that finally works.

An packet of Anzac biccys.

A complement from the boss man.

A huge horse showing it gentle side.

Playing fetch with the neighbours dog.

Seeing a tree snake for the 1st time.

Chillin out while watching Dexter.

The smell of washed clothes.

Today is a good day. I think it's the sunshine.

*update... I've always held the belief that if you declare it to be good, It'll go wrong. Karma/the universe just decided to make the A/C go *poof*. Not just mine either, the whole house is out off refreshingly cool air. Go figure.*

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

2 posts in 1

New month, new plans.

I was right, I knew it was gonna be hard to pull Kylie away from her work. She doesn't wanna leave, so we are staying in Townsville at least till the end of January.

For me, this means job hunting again, oh how I detest it. I hadn't planned to again until we had gotten to Sydney. I like to work, in fact I prefer it. It's just the whole searching, applying and endless waiting for a yes/no answer. Good news is that the x-mas period has started, so hopefully lots of casual temp positions become available.

I have also been informed that the hostel we have been at, for what seems like forever will be closing its doors to backpackers in favour of 110 Papua New Guinean students. The manager of the place isn't at all happy about it. Mainly because of all the work he has put into building their reputation as a hostel this past year.

That means Hostel hunting and nothing will ever match The Foreign Exchange Hostel. I mean have a look at the place, its like a hotel.

I have extended my stay at the farm for a week. Woopie! When I leave that'll be my 88days regional work done and then some. So that's one less thing to have hanging over my head.

Anne and Franziska, the 2 German woofers who have been here for 4 weeks are leaving today. This means am gonna be doing all the horse/house work again. Dammit. We had been dividing the chores between us but now there all back to me.

There are no replacements on the horizon either.

Change is inevitable I suppose.


Fun.Fun.Fun :)

Kylie scared the Be'jesus out of me on Saturday. Her blood sugar sky rocketed and I got a txt from her saying she might need to go to the doc's. Me being a 20 min drive away didn't help. Fortunately they came down to a safe (ish) level and she went and took a well earned sleep to herself.

We had planned on going to the cinema that night but we put it off to Sunday. I am glad we did. I had the best day Iv'e had in a long while. Close to being perfect in fact.

We went hunting for the IGA shop so she could get a hit of Farmers Union Ice coffee, couldn't find the place. So we went up Castle Hill instead.

Then went to the cinema to see In Time, with Justin Timberlake and Bug Eyes Amanda Sayfried. It was a very smart movie and thought provoking. Afterwards had a pizza and a walk down the strand, where we encountered swings.

and a climbing frame.

We spent a good few hours playing and having a good chat n catch-up. We watched the fishermen, nite swimmers, joggers and dope smoking hippy's.

I think we are gonna go night swimming in the rock pool, it looks like fun and it's so bloody warm say why the hell not.

Monday, 31 October 2011

Halloween :)

Halloween for me last year was a 3 day event and very much fun. It happened about a month before I started this blogging malarky, so here's some stuff from last year.

My sister Rachel is petrified by these. This was for her...hehe
29th was pumpkin carving and I took my 2 sisters into town to see a group of fire performers called Firepoise.

Then Kylie and I dressed up for a Halloween House Party on the 30th. I was a dead monk, Kylie was a Witch. I even got my dog into the spirit (haha Halloween pun).

That's our friend Jack Skeleton. He has his own FB profile.
Grrrr..... Jingle Jingle Jingle
Then on actual Halloween we went to Londonderry City to watch the fireworks. They have the biggest Halloween street party in Europe, apparently. We avoided the street festival due to the fact noise and hangovers don't mix terribly well.

Phone Camera pic, so excuse the quality.
This year will not be celebrated by us  :( It seems it isn't a big deal over here that and the fact it would cost to much $ to get a costume and go out for the night. If we did we would prob be the the only ones dressed up.

Although I do have my imagination at my disposal and it tends to act up this time of year. How about this for a senario.

I could go out to the stables tonite and pretend the Horses have become Zombie horses and they have a taste for human blood, all the while trying to save the Germans from being eating by a vampire Clown.  I would of course have to battle my way through his army of Frankensteinesque Wallaby's 1st. Eventually it would become so overwhelming and I'd have to call on the spirits of the night to possess me and give me the strength to carry on in the fight. This all would play out to Bobby Picketts Monster Mash.

or I could watch Ghostbusters 2 and eat a bag of chippys.


Sunday, 30 October 2011

Women are Bitches.

That title got your attention didn't it.

Don't get me wrong, I don't think this way about all women, just a select few in certain circumstances.

Specifically for this post am talking about the women who have horses at these stables.

Where I worked back home, I was one of 2 men who worked with 12 other women, and while there was a few incidents the overall atmosphere was one of harmony and that's how it was for the 3 years I was there.

I been here for 5 weeks and I have come damn close to breaking up a few cat fights.

It seems as it is in the wild, It starts mostly about territory. One woman will walk through anothers stable as a short-cut. They really don't like this. They get a sternly written sign, saying no entry.

Then moves on to the maternal thing. One persons horse will kick another persons horse and they don't like this. They don't seem to grasp the fact that horses are animals and will do their own territorial thing to set the pecking order. They then get there horses moved into a different paddock.

Then comes the possession thing. It seems that some less than honest person is helping themselves to other peoples horse feed and hay. No-one is quite sure who is doing it and this is causing suspision among friends acquaintances, adding to the already rampant bitchiness.

I don't really give a toss to be honest, these are just observations that I have made and has given me a topic for a post.

If and when it starts to affect me and it most probably will. That's when I'll start to really care.

I imagine it'll go something like this

Pissed off female 1: Mr stable hand guy, that girls horse just bit my horse and she wont say sorry.
Pissed off female 2: Well her horse started it.
POF1: It did not.
POF2: It did you lying Bitch

ensue of cat fight....

Me: *running away... I ain't getting involved. Bitches be crazy. (According to Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory anyways)

Thursday, 27 October 2011

A Mish-mash blog

I've hit some kind of wall, there isn't much blog-worthy news to report.

I did get yelled at a few weeks ago (No, not by Kylie) by a seemingly normal member of the public. We both came to the same conclusion in that she suffered Tourettes syndrome, due to the fact when she seen us she closed her mouth shut tight, looked away and speed up her walking.

Her efforts where in vain though because as she reached my side, she shouted out "Big stupid dummy head". I guess it could have been a lot more x-rated than it was and Hell, probably funnier too.

We have set a preliminary date for leaving Townsville, 24th November. I have a feeling it's going to be hard to pull Kylie away from her job. She loves that place, everyone makes her feel welcome and it shows, because we where in there the other day and one of her co-workers came over, hugs her and walks off without missing a beat in her step.

It can be an easy trap to fall into I guess, getting too comfortable in one spot but we're here to "see" Australia, most if not all of it and I have seen enough of T/ville.

Things I've come to realize as of late...

Automatic cars are for lazy people... I liked it.

Horse owners can be bitchy as hell towards each other (possible blog entry)

Never underestimate the power a cuddle can have on my well being.

A vegetable only diet is bad for the o-zone layer.

German Kaiserschmarrn is very nice, it's a sweet pancake batter that gets all mish-mashed up and is eaten with cinnamon sugar, honey or Nutella. It translates as Emperor Mish-mash. Next up I have been promised Banana bread a la Deutschland.

Good bye for now, I spose

Friday, 14 October 2011


He wrote this when he

I'll admit it, I haven't read a lot of them in my life. It didn't really pique my interest as a kid/teenager. The 1st book I remember reading all the way through is Dan Browns Angels and daemons. That was back in 2006 when I was 20 and bored at my 1st year of uni. Yup! see, late starter.

I like fantasy books ( Dragons, dwarves and elves etc not the fantasy book mums read! Bleugghh!) It dosen't mean I don't read other genres but i tend towards ones that can get me out of my mind for a while.

None more so that Christopher Paolini's Empire Saga. You seen that awful movie Eragon? Well thats based on the 1st of 4 novels. It goes Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr and then Empire.

Emipre hasn't been released yet. Due out on Nov. 16th and I am chomping at the bit to bring the whole arc to its conclusion.

If it costs me my last $30 am geting it.

And no, because I know you're asking it, I am not a pothead.(unlike my sister *rolls eyes*) Don't get me wrong the Harry Potter movies where awesome but I've never sat down and read any of them. Don't know why, just haven't. Maybe I will some day.

Besides the stuff you have to read for school, like Shakespeare! I haven't read much.

Another genre that I like is Auto/Biographies of rock stars. Those b*st*rds are crazy!

So If any of the 12 readers of this blog have any suggestions of books that I might like am all ears.

P.S. the only memory off a book...well 2 actually, I have from when I was a kid are these. Anyone else remember them?

He was very hungry, wasn't he.

I remember he stole a tin of beans and an old ladies straw hat (Kylie Beware!). Ahh! Simpler times.

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Couple o' tings ta say.

The french couple are leaving the farm!

I've only gotten to know them. Took all my Irish crazyness Charm just to get through to them. Their English is not so good, so others in the house have avoided talking to them. Not me, with a mixture of speaking slowly, hand gestures, patience. flag signals and an app that translates french we created a means of communication.

Then the German tells me shes going as well. They all leave tomorrow and this'll leave me alone with the psycho farm owner. Not only that, when new wWoofers do come am gonna have to break them in. Don't know if I could be bothered.

Other news;

I didn't win anything from Dribbles Art 4 Art competition/draw thingy but am not too bummed out. I don't think I could cart a priceless piece of art all over Australia with me anyways.

It seems that my thoughts about leaving the farm at the end of October have to change, Kylie is insistent that we stay in Townsville till the end of November. We have a wedding in Brisbane to attend on 17th December and 6 weeks travelling from Townsville to Brissy (am saying that right, aren't I ?) is too long.

ZOMG! Heat. A popular Irish comedian(Dara O'Briain) once said " the melting point of an Irishman is 31ºc, well I'm proof that he was wrong, It is now 33ºc. Either he's wrong or am not Irish. Mmmm....

Well, not much else to babble about. Bye!

Thursday, 29 September 2011

Just Photos... #2

I did have a post written for today, but it was written while I was severely pissed off. Not at Kylie or any of the other wwoofers but with the owner of the farm. Lets just say his ego and arrogance know no bounds. It is saved as a draft and may yet get published.

So after calming down, I realized I got nothing to say. So have a photo blog instead. Quick for me, quick for you and in these busy times everyone wins. Enjoy and please comment as always.

Chilling out on one of those massage chairs in a shopping centre. If it wasn't so public, it would be perfect.

One of Kylies pics.  The Cider was her's too.

I rather liked them it. It was greeting us entry into a Jeans shop of all things.

They're mad in Australia. The paint everything.

Would be a great pic if I hadn't of got my shadow in there. I think a Hermit crab was in there.

Even horses have super-heroes. Masked crusader.

You see it?

Pretty but Jaggy. Bastard. Like a lot of the plants here.

So calm and reflective. This is the creek behind the farm.

This is the creek. again.

Spider-man Approves!

Saturday, 24 September 2011

Horses,a German and the moon.

1st things 1st,
I am on my 2nd day at the farm and even though I was only just shown how to look after the horses, the owner Craig has asked me to teach the new WWOOFER the ropes. WTF I've still got a few yards of that rope left to learn myself but I am sure between the 2 of us we will suss it out.

One of the horses called Dex is a colt and his balls have just dropped. This makes him essentially a teenager now and by christ don't I know it. As I was leading him to the paddock I removed his halter a bit to early and he ceased this opportunity to do an about turn and head back to his stable. Dammed if I could control the bugger, one of the nice ladies who tend to their own horses helped me out. 
Hand to the nose, other on the chest and push back. Invaluable. So learning all the time. I guess this would work for an angry girlfriend. O.o (don't tell her I said that)
Now for the 2nd thing.

Dribble is having a little giveaway with some of her fantastic artwork as the prizes. She has asked for whomever is interested to post some of their own art on their blog as entry into the comp. So here you are Mrs, have a gander.

Inspired by one of Kylies creations. She has become something of a super-doodler the last few weeks. Crayola pencils, sketch pad, the works. 

I however have used a programme called to do this one. Kind of  MS Paint with a few extra features like layers and different brushes etc etc.

Friday, 23 September 2011

Good news/ Bad News Situation.

1st the good news.

I've said before how I was supposed to be moving to a Horse adjistment property and then I said it again in case you lot where not listening. Well now I can report that I've actually gone and moved up to the place.

It's about 15km outside Townsville, situated in a Vally with lots of trees and dust.

I've been training for the last 3 days on how to look after 10+ horses,30+ chickens, a goat, dog, cat and some fish. My mentor in this production of animal farm has been Fay. She is one of the original OzIntro crew we met in Sydney way back at the start of June and now someone I would consider a good friend.

She has spent the last 7 weeks at this particular farm and it came time to move on, and so I got to replace her.

3 days may not seem a lot, but Fay had gotten the whole system down to a fine art, I merely followed her lead, took notes, asked lots of questions and jumped in at the deep end.

I've committed to 4 weeks minimum and depending on how I feel at the end of these 4 weeks I may stay on for a few more.

Now for the not so good news.

Kylie isn't here with me... :(

You see last week she was told that the cleaning she has been doing in the hostel may count towards her 2nd year visa. The manager still has to check with the owners and get back to her. So she decided that if it does she is going to stay at the hostel and finish out the 88 days required for the 2nd year visa to be granted.

Sucks for me, really sucks. In fact I may have gotten in a strop when she told me what was happening, I didn't speak to her for the rest of the nite. We have spent pretty much the last 3 months together and I've loved every minute and just didn't want it to come to an abrupt halt.

But I can't be selfish, she has worked her arse off in that place and deserves it.

I guess a few weeks living apart may be a good thing in the long run. Absence makes the heart grow fonder etc etc.

So there you go, the big news of the week.

There is a french couple already working here, zer inglish ees nit soooo god but we seem to be communicating okay-ish. Then apparently there is a German girl coming up on Friday/today for 2 weeks, and I have a feeling that its a girl I know from the hostel, well when i say know I mean never ever spoke to before and she has been there 5 weeks. So Awk-Ward.

Monday, 19 September 2011

Such as Life.

I have come out onto the balcony for a little peace and quite to compose my blog but I've ended up sitting here chatting to a French guy who has become disillusioned in the whole backpacking experience. It seems that he has had some bad experiences one after another and this has left him a little sour.

He tells me he is going to Cairns tomorrow and then gonna find a flight to China. I've been reading between the lines and it seems its all down to money. He said that all the Australians care about is where they can get there next buck from and that they like to bleed backpackers dry.

To an extent I agree with him. For many Australians, backpackers are there main source of income. Whether its through tours, hostels, or some guy who sells "Aussie souvenirs" from a stall at a night market.

But then this is what the backpacker experience is, I knew full well that doing the traveller thing, any savings that I had would be getting spent on such things. Perhaps I wasn't fully aware of how expensive it was going to be but none the less I knew.

I guess that everyones experience will be different, so far mine has been fairly pleasant. Maybe because I've had someone to travel with. This guy has been travelling alone, maybe he should have had a travel buddy. Hell, not everyone needs one, there are lone wolves out there but I think he did.

Jeese, I just came out here to write about the books I've been reading and ended up playing agony aunt.

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Airlie Beach Road Trip

As I'm feeling lazy this will be a photo blog. We left on sat morning and arrived back home on sun evening. All I can say is fun fun fun.

Kylie, the morning hat thief.

Typical road trip shot from the window

Morning Me!

again with window reflection this time.

Our driver Shannon, who won her licence in a raffle O.o

Thumbs up for Hammocks! Seriously everyone should have one.

Awe! That's lovely. FYI ignore the 2 in the background, nothing to do with us.

I love to climb trees and this time I had a friend.

Airlie Beach doesn't have an actual beach. Well none that I seen but it does have an awesome lagoon.

The farmers where burning sugar cane and that made for an awesome sunset.

This is Joe, he thinks he's a cowboy. Hat, Glasses & Stubble. Just needs a horse now.

So this is my weekend in picture book format. They say pictures speak a thousand words, then I've just mumbled on for about half a books worth.