Well last week when we came into Margret we were Killing time in town waiting for work we were in Coles when we stumbled into a old friend.
Kia, who had just arrived in town. We spent a couple of days together killing time on the beach having a reunion tour, I surffed a lot those few days, and snorkled a bit. It was nice to run into a good friend. Anyway we first met Ella and Lena at the area and regional employment agencies, both smoking hot. I didn't talk to them a whole lot that day I was very consumed by the thought of having to wake up at 4:30 the next morning. I know, not exactly the best first impression. The next morning we picked them up bright and early the next morning and picked grapes for 5 hours, I didn't really get to talk to them all that much, until the end when I helped them top up their buckets as I didn't have enough to do my own. We dropped them off at the hostel before heading back to camp as we were both tired. 3 days later on Monday morning we picked them up again to start our full time jobs. I learned a whole lot about them from the conversations we had walking up and down the rows. I love to hear their laughs, and when a frog jumps out at Lena, it is one of the funnest screams I have heard in a long time. Kia is also now working with us, I haven't learned much more from him lately. Anyway Katrina (Kat for short) 
joined our work crew after the first week, and we soon became fast friends, she grew up on the coast of the baltic sea in Germany where her family runs a hotel. Anyway we kind of all became one big family, hanging around at work, and after it. Even though we didn't sleep at the hostel, we soon became regular faces there. Quite often we would take an afternoon and go wine tasting with various members of our crew to some of the wineries, after all there are over 90 in the Margret river area. It was actually a really nice way to spend a day off, go for a wine tasting trip, get drunk,go to the beach for some snorkling and a swim, and if you are German, nearly drown from a nasty little rip tide, but I will get back to that later. Anyway we spent many days going to the beach, or drinking at the hostel, or going to the bar after drinking at the hostel. I guess the biggest thing was we all became a kind of family, we spent nights on the beach with a bottle of wine watching the sunset pass below the glittering waves, but all of the beauty of the waves, or the sun, or the wine, 
all came down to the Margret river family that was forged between us, all travelers, all away from home. This was the first time really that we have spent a large amount of time in one place with large amounts of backpackers, and I think I might have to re-evaluate my traveling style, as I might be tempted to spend more time in one spot so that you gain some more of those conections, gain that feeling of home, gain the friends that you can almost call your family. It was incredibly hard to leave Margret River, we all stood on that Saturday morning, at the hostel waiting for the inevitable. Lena was flying to Melbourne the next day, and Kia was leaving in three days, while Team Canada were heading North and taking with us Ella who had decided to join us. The only person remaining behind was Kat, as she needed to work more. Soon though the car was packed and it was the hardest thing in the world to say goodbye to Kia, Kat, and Lena. We all hugged, and I promised to come to Europe soon, which I think I may be doing sooner than I originally planned (I am almost thinking next Christmass). I think that today I leave behind more friends in Margret River than I left behind back home. Having already said goodbye to the French the night before we parted ways, and it was one of the most somber drives I have ever had, everyone wanted to stay, but we new that with Lena's departure set for the next day, the family would not be able to stay together forever, and Chris and I needed to head north, as we have only 6 weeks to go up the west coast, accross the top and down the east coast back to Sydney. Margret River was made by the people we met and I am seriously thinking about saying screw it to the plan and simply find a nice place to put down roots sell the car, and fly back to Sydney a couple of days before I fly home.
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