Tuesday Febuary 9, 2010
Ok, so you haven't heard from anyone in a while, and this is mostly because there hasn't been much happening. So since Adam has been ignoring his computer this blog will be done by non other than I, Matilda. Adam and Chris arrived at Margret river 4 days ago expecting to get a job fruit picking. That didn't exactly happen as it has been 4 days and the only thing that has happened so far is Adam went surfing for 3 days and Chris sat on the beach sleeping for those same 3 days. It sounds like the grapes are late this year because of the cold weather this summer. It will be anouther 2-3 weeks apparently, which brings forth a glaring problem. In 3 weeks we have to head north so that we can finish our trip. As you can imagine, this puts anyone who only has 22 dollars in his bank account, in a rather small bind. Especially when Adam went and calculated that it was going to be abouth 2,000 dollars worth of fuel to finish the trip alone. This has caused some small arguments as one of them is as rich as the bank and the other isn't. So alas as Adam looks into taking scuba diving lessons Chris isn't. Which makes the discussion I overheard last night even more interesting. Chris wants to go see Ayres Rock, 2000km out of the way and about 500 dollars worth of fuel. Adam doesn't.
Chris "It is a big red rock in the middle of knowhere. We have to go see that.
Adam "Exactly, why the hell would you want to go see a big red rock."
Chris "It is the most idenifyable feature of Australia. It is like going to Paris and not seeing the Eifly Tower."
Adam "I went to Paris, and you know I never did see the Eifel Tower."
I think I finally found the big difference between the 2 of them, it isn't the money, it is what they find interesting. Chris loves seeing the sights, seeing big red rocks. Adam thinks they are cool but only to a point, what Adam finds interesting is, well people. He is more interested in the culture, the people who live hear or the people he meets. He never remembers the sights as much as he remembers the people he meets there. He takes pictures of the things he finds cool in order to remember them. Which won't help for Arey rock as you are no longer alowed to take pictures on top of the Rock, anouther reason why he doesn't really want to hit it. What is the use of driving 2000km and not be able to take a picture on top of the rock?
Ok, something stange just happened, Team Canada (as nicknamed by the British boys Pete and Chris) were debating weather or not to head north to look for work when they got a call for work the next day. They returned from Busselton to Margret River 59km away and went to the employment office. Christian was bouncing off the walls Adam was his usual self doing math and calculating how much money and so on. So they arrived at the employment office and proceeded inside. I stowed away in Adam's bag in order to completely hear the situation. They finished their paperwork and then got the detailes of the work. It was 3 days spread over the next week consisting of a 3-4 hour pick each day. I could see Adam raise an eyebrow as this was a little bit less than the amount of hours he was expecting. And then the the man layed a bombshell that struck Adam like a titlewave crashing over his surf board.
Man "Be there at a 5:45Am"
"What time?" Said Adam
Upon the return to the car Chris was excited, Adam wasn't. 9 hours of work is hardly worth haning around a whole week for.
Chris "It is better than what we had yeasterday."
Adam "Yeasterday I was able to sleep in past 5."
It sounds like Adam doesn't sound to excited to be up before the sun tomorow, as he continued to make some comments revolving around 3 hours being way to short, and that since it was going to be such a short time that why couldn't they start at a civilized hour. Chris replied that since it was such a short time that you could really go hard for a short time (especially since they are being paid by the bucket) and then have the rest of the day to do whatever you want. Adam killed the discussion by mentioning that at 5 in the morning the only thing he would be going hard for is a shot of speed or failing that a stiff faceplant into the ground. I think moneybags Adam was hoping to get some more decent work, with longer hours. If I didn't know better I would think that Adam was planning on saying the hell with it and sleeping in. But then again I know better as he already agreed to give a ride to 2 young ladies named Ella and Lena from England and Germany. I have a feeling that Chris's flat brokeness is really starting to annoy Adam as I think he feels that he has lost control of his holliday. That and he hates commision work, Adam was never really a good sprinter, he was always better as a long distance runner. I wonder if these 2 won't split for a while before they head North. Time will tell I guess.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Kind of a Low
January 31
Well today we are in Albany sleeping in the car outside of the tourist info, beside 4 other vehicles containing other backpackers. Most of them are French, which is really weird as before albany I think I met like 2 people from France. No Germans though, I am kind of wondering where they are hiding suddenly? Anyway, we said goodbye to the Prongrup today as well as Scott, Die, Adam, and all the other wonderful people I have met there. I like meeting the local people, gives you a better feeling for who they are, what they value, and what there favorite type of beer is. I have to admit that evening I spent playing beach vollyball with the locals was great, the beer and wood fired pizza at the end was the icing on the perverbial cake. Scott and Die though are some of the nicest people I have met in australia. They found us a job, and when they came back from their holliday they sent us in the right direction to look for work.
On my personal note Chris's serious lack of money is really starting to cause some tension between us. He claims to have no money, so we don't go out and do anything, even if it look to be really fun. His policy of refusing to pay for acomidation is begining to bug me as where we sleep, we meet nobody. And the part that really pissed me off today was he spent an hour looking on the internet on my computer looking up info on Asia. I understand he wants to go to asia, but he is restrictig the fun I am having in Australia so he can go to Asia. This has infuriated me to no ends. What I will start to do I think is to do some things on my own, especially if they cost money. If he can't do them, or more specifically if he doesn't want to spend the money on it I don't care. This I think will start to be my new policy.
Well today we are in Albany sleeping in the car outside of the tourist info, beside 4 other vehicles containing other backpackers. Most of them are French, which is really weird as before albany I think I met like 2 people from France. No Germans though, I am kind of wondering where they are hiding suddenly? Anyway, we said goodbye to the Prongrup today as well as Scott, Die, Adam, and all the other wonderful people I have met there. I like meeting the local people, gives you a better feeling for who they are, what they value, and what there favorite type of beer is. I have to admit that evening I spent playing beach vollyball with the locals was great, the beer and wood fired pizza at the end was the icing on the perverbial cake. Scott and Die though are some of the nicest people I have met in australia. They found us a job, and when they came back from their holliday they sent us in the right direction to look for work.
On my personal note Chris's serious lack of money is really starting to cause some tension between us. He claims to have no money, so we don't go out and do anything, even if it look to be really fun. His policy of refusing to pay for acomidation is begining to bug me as where we sleep, we meet nobody. And the part that really pissed me off today was he spent an hour looking on the internet on my computer looking up info on Asia. I understand he wants to go to asia, but he is restrictig the fun I am having in Australia so he can go to Asia. This has infuriated me to no ends. What I will start to do I think is to do some things on my own, especially if they cost money. If he can't do them, or more specifically if he doesn't want to spend the money on it I don't care. This I think will start to be my new policy.
The half way Report
January 29
Day 78 of 156
The half way report.
Well today marks the halfway mark in my journey across Australia. I have now been in this foreign country 3 months, with still anouther three months left. Chris is completely broke and we are now working a bit so that we can keep going. Gas isn't cheap up north, aparently like 2 bucks a liter. Anyway I found myself missing home a lot, especially when I get the e-mails stuff telling me what is going on, the good the bad and the truely mundane, but I love hearing it all. I am not sorry that I went on this trip, though I do miss my friends and family back home. It is hard to beleive that I hav been away from home for 3 months, it seems like such a long period of time, and it is even harder to beleive I still have like 3 months still to go. Well enough of my heart to heart, here is my australian half way report,
It is strange really I just went through my list of my favorite things so far in Australia, and I came to a sudden realization, it is all about the people I have met along the way. The only real natural features I want to mention are the drive through the Snowy Mountain Ranges and snorkling on Rotness island. All the rest were people we met along the way. In Tasmania it was the nice evening we spent in Hobart with the other 2 Canadians from Guelp and Quebec. Melbourne reminds me of spending 2 nice days with Jasmine, the Murry River reminds me of Mick the mechanic and those 4 guys who invited us over for drinks on their houseboat. Adelaide was all about all the cool people I spent christmass with. The Nulabour brings Kia into my memory, Perth bring out the wonderful people of Jane, Gerard, Dr. Sarah. Then there is Boyup Brook, which is packed full of memorable people, Harvey, Sandy, his wife, Hugo, and Pom. The Prongrup mountains only register to me as Scott, Die, and their family who wo stayed with for the last 2 weeks. oh ya, also beach vollyball and all the people I met playing it. The mountains themselves seem insignificant next to them. Which I think brings me to something that has been causing some tension between my co-traveler and myself. I have been leaning to stay at hostels if we can so that we can meet more people, maybe pick up some passengers, etc. However there is one problem with this from Chris, it costs money, we don't even go out to the bar to have the odd drink, we usually drive off way out of town into the middle of know where, where there is know one, for free camping. I find it ironic, that the most populated state NSW, is only on my list for a natural feature, no memerable people though, how strange is that? I just remembered NSW did have one memorable person, the crazy yute lady in Sydney I told you about.
I guess to sum up my halfway report is this, talk to people, feel the culture, become something other than a tourist. Signing off from Australia
Day 78 of 156
The half way report.
Well today marks the halfway mark in my journey across Australia. I have now been in this foreign country 3 months, with still anouther three months left. Chris is completely broke and we are now working a bit so that we can keep going. Gas isn't cheap up north, aparently like 2 bucks a liter. Anyway I found myself missing home a lot, especially when I get the e-mails stuff telling me what is going on, the good the bad and the truely mundane, but I love hearing it all. I am not sorry that I went on this trip, though I do miss my friends and family back home. It is hard to beleive that I hav been away from home for 3 months, it seems like such a long period of time, and it is even harder to beleive I still have like 3 months still to go. Well enough of my heart to heart, here is my australian half way report,
It is strange really I just went through my list of my favorite things so far in Australia, and I came to a sudden realization, it is all about the people I have met along the way. The only real natural features I want to mention are the drive through the Snowy Mountain Ranges and snorkling on Rotness island. All the rest were people we met along the way. In Tasmania it was the nice evening we spent in Hobart with the other 2 Canadians from Guelp and Quebec. Melbourne reminds me of spending 2 nice days with Jasmine, the Murry River reminds me of Mick the mechanic and those 4 guys who invited us over for drinks on their houseboat. Adelaide was all about all the cool people I spent christmass with. The Nulabour brings Kia into my memory, Perth bring out the wonderful people of Jane, Gerard, Dr. Sarah. Then there is Boyup Brook, which is packed full of memorable people, Harvey, Sandy, his wife, Hugo, and Pom. The Prongrup mountains only register to me as Scott, Die, and their family who wo stayed with for the last 2 weeks. oh ya, also beach vollyball and all the people I met playing it. The mountains themselves seem insignificant next to them. Which I think brings me to something that has been causing some tension between my co-traveler and myself. I have been leaning to stay at hostels if we can so that we can meet more people, maybe pick up some passengers, etc. However there is one problem with this from Chris, it costs money, we don't even go out to the bar to have the odd drink, we usually drive off way out of town into the middle of know where, where there is know one, for free camping. I find it ironic, that the most populated state NSW, is only on my list for a natural feature, no memerable people though, how strange is that? I just remembered NSW did have one memorable person, the crazy yute lady in Sydney I told you about.
I guess to sum up my halfway report is this, talk to people, feel the culture, become something other than a tourist. Signing off from Australia
Friday, March 5, 2010
Ok, so it has been a while, and it may be a while longer
I haven't blogged in a while and this won't exactly quench your thirst from my travels in the world down under but this is the best I can do for now. I don't have a lot of time to tell you what I have been up to, but don't worry when I get good internet and some time I will get something up, and you had better bring your reading glasses, because I have so many tales of adventure, danger, drinking and some involving all three that you may need a week off work to get through it all, but for now here is the VERY short version of what I have been up to. Went from Prongrup to Albany, Albany to Margret and then spent several weeks in Margret River and am now heading North to Broome with our newest team member Ella. Meaning internet and I will be continuing our long distance relationship for some time more, and dad will be wondering who this Ella is for at least a couple of weeks. But for now wish us luck as we need to clear 13,000 km in under 6 weeks while still seeing 2 reefs, crocidiles, manta rays, dolphins, and probably a doctor, though hopefully for reasons not relating to any of the before mentioned items. Anyway, have to run, and drive, so I will hopefully get something up soon, but for all those people who have been checking my blog daily for a month only to be disapointed again and again, (hi Mike) I apologise and simply say I am having a wonderful time and have all my stories down for your later reading pleasure. But be prepared once I get them up, you may get a blog reading headace, so please take your time.
Cheers,
Adam
Cheers,
Adam
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Prongrup and beach Vollybal
January 17
Record Books 1, unexpectedness 1, pure random 50, coincidence 1 in 500,000
A couple of days ago Chris and I listened to a radio program about chances and it involved a girl writing her name on a balloon, and how that balloon was found by a girl with the exact same name 120 miles away. What were the odds of that.... well....... 1 in a very long shot. Now in order for me to properly explain what I have just experienced, I am going to have to leave the realm of everyday experience and enter into the realm of the.......unexpected. I was sitting on the couch after supper, alone as my traveling companion had already called it a night and packed it in, when a knock on the door pulled me out of my little reality, and into the realm of the totally unexpected. A 49 year old woman entered and so my roller coaster ride started. She told me she had a confession to make, she said that this morning she was behind the shop and saw a car parked out back and thought it was Adam's car. It is my car I said, that car out back is Adam's, because my name is Adam. Really, she said, "Your name is Adam to, that is so cool." Anyway, she said she saw my car out there and thought it was her friend's car (also named Adam). She saw my camera sitting on the seat, and then she paused in her story, and my imagination took off. Did she pull some kind of practical joke, what did she do I didn't lock the car last night? The camera was still there, did she delete some pictures, take some inappropriate ones? My imagination was flying to terrifying heights, and then she said she took some pictures of herself. My imagination cleared the upper atmosphere as it was joined by a companion called fear as the thought that there may be a picture of a naked women on my camera. But luckily it came crashing back to earth rather quickly as she read my mind and told me that she was wearing all her clothes when she took the pictures. Apparently she took some pictures of her feet, and then realised it wasn't her friends car or camera, and took some of the sunrise. She was coming to apologise for using my camera, and going into my car. I laughed and said that was fine, and according to the camera, it did look like a really beautiful sunrise. Well she left and I continued to ponder what just happened, when the second wave crashed into shore, or should I say the cat came back. She sat down and asked me to listen to a letter she had written for this other guy named Adam, yes the same Adam who she thought originally owned my car. The funny part was that the letter talked about Photos (Ironic, yes), sunrises (coincidence) and the idea of traveling (hmmmm). Anyway she wanted my opinion on the letter as she was leaving in a couple of days, and she wanted to read it to him, but he already left for the day. She thanked me for listening to her letter and we chatted for a few minutes before she went to bed, but not before she burnt the letter. I have to admit, it was a strange evening , and well worth recording. Well goodnight, I need to be up early tomorrow.
January 24
Well the last couple of days have been rather interesting as we have been working on a vineyard. For 2 days we pulled weeds, for the next 3 we split the grape vines, and then for another 4 we thinned leaves, a really tedious job actually. Anyway that has been the boring part of our time here let me get to the good part. Due to the extreme heat on our first day of work (+40) we worked in the early morning and later in the evening. When we returned to the hostel we were immediately invited over by Scott and Die for some wine and leftover homemade pizza. There I met the Adam I mentioned earlier, and discovered that for 2 years he lived just outside of Drayton Valley, which is kind of weird since he is actually Swiss, but still Drayton Valley and a guy named Adam, kind of cool. Anyway I also ran into the camera loving sister of Scott who I mentioned in my last blog, again. Then there was the Greek Pizza maker named Spiro, and what a pizza to, top quality, delicious, a much needed and much loved unexpected gourmet dinner. The last person we met that night was someone Chris recognized. It was the guy who worked at the tourist info center in Mt. Barker and sent us over to Scott and Die's. But here is the interesting part, it turns out that we were the last people he helped as, it turns out that was the day he quit that job, and he had only heard about this work on the vineyard a couple of hours before we had arrived. I think that is so cool. Anyway continuing along we have mostly been working and relaxing in the evenings as we are tired from working in the warm weather. But we took yesterday off and I went over to a locals place where I joined in and played Beach Volleyball for the first time. I have to admit that I like that sport, the ability to just dive for the ball into a bed of soft sand instead of the hardwood floors I am used to has it's advantages. Anyway I think my favorite play of the game is when I did a 1 fisted dive from the back row into the sand, hitting it an inch off the sand and somehow managed to aim it over the net and into the middle of all of the opposition was rather impressive. My second save of the night came when communications brokedown between my partner in front and me in the back, by the time I realized it was my ball I was forced to do a 2 legged frog jump and was able to just catch it before it hit the ground. The thing was I hit it with so much force the sound made my playing partner Ange flinch and duck, even though the ball was now where near her. Apparently I wasn't the only one who was surprised that I got that, as the other team didn't react until much to late. After the game we sat down and had wood fired pizza, and some beer. I met some really nice people there and had a really good time, even though it took me like 20 minutes in the shower to get the sand out of my hair, and even longer to get it out of my shorts. Non sports highlight of the night was when I was talking to a girl named Ange, our conversation went like so:
Ange "So what part of Canada are you from?"
Me "Edmonton, Calgary area"
Ange "You're from Red Deer aren't you?"
And I spilled my drink in shock. It turns out she lived in Banff for 2 years for a working/skiing holiday, and drove to Edmonton to see the mall. She said that she remembers driving through Red Dear, and filling up in Gasoline Alley. Small world, most definitely. I finished the night playing a game of Australian Trivial Pursuit. I was on a team of 1 Brit, 1 Sweed and 2 Australians vs 4 Australians that as it turns out went to university and studied Literature, Engineering, Physical education, and then lastly someone who I would later believe to have a mental IQ level that would equal my brother. My team only rolled once, and they never got a question wrong.
On another sporting note, I watched a game between University of Adelaide and Bendigo in women's basketball. With 2 seconds left, Bendigo down by 1, Bendigo hits a 3 pointer at the buzzer. The girl who did that did it one other time, in the semi finals, when she played for Canada, I was really proud.
Record Books 1, unexpectedness 1, pure random 50, coincidence 1 in 500,000
A couple of days ago Chris and I listened to a radio program about chances and it involved a girl writing her name on a balloon, and how that balloon was found by a girl with the exact same name 120 miles away. What were the odds of that.... well....... 1 in a very long shot. Now in order for me to properly explain what I have just experienced, I am going to have to leave the realm of everyday experience and enter into the realm of the.......unexpected. I was sitting on the couch after supper, alone as my traveling companion had already called it a night and packed it in, when a knock on the door pulled me out of my little reality, and into the realm of the totally unexpected. A 49 year old woman entered and so my roller coaster ride started. She told me she had a confession to make, she said that this morning she was behind the shop and saw a car parked out back and thought it was Adam's car. It is my car I said, that car out back is Adam's, because my name is Adam. Really, she said, "Your name is Adam to, that is so cool." Anyway, she said she saw my car out there and thought it was her friend's car (also named Adam). She saw my camera sitting on the seat, and then she paused in her story, and my imagination took off. Did she pull some kind of practical joke, what did she do I didn't lock the car last night? The camera was still there, did she delete some pictures, take some inappropriate ones? My imagination was flying to terrifying heights, and then she said she took some pictures of herself. My imagination cleared the upper atmosphere as it was joined by a companion called fear as the thought that there may be a picture of a naked women on my camera. But luckily it came crashing back to earth rather quickly as she read my mind and told me that she was wearing all her clothes when she took the pictures. Apparently she took some pictures of her feet, and then realised it wasn't her friends car or camera, and took some of the sunrise. She was coming to apologise for using my camera, and going into my car. I laughed and said that was fine, and according to the camera, it did look like a really beautiful sunrise. Well she left and I continued to ponder what just happened, when the second wave crashed into shore, or should I say the cat came back. She sat down and asked me to listen to a letter she had written for this other guy named Adam, yes the same Adam who she thought originally owned my car. The funny part was that the letter talked about Photos (Ironic, yes), sunrises (coincidence) and the idea of traveling (hmmmm). Anyway she wanted my opinion on the letter as she was leaving in a couple of days, and she wanted to read it to him, but he already left for the day. She thanked me for listening to her letter and we chatted for a few minutes before she went to bed, but not before she burnt the letter. I have to admit, it was a strange evening , and well worth recording. Well goodnight, I need to be up early tomorrow.
January 24
Well the last couple of days have been rather interesting as we have been working on a vineyard. For 2 days we pulled weeds, for the next 3 we split the grape vines, and then for another 4 we thinned leaves, a really tedious job actually. Anyway that has been the boring part of our time here let me get to the good part. Due to the extreme heat on our first day of work (+40) we worked in the early morning and later in the evening. When we returned to the hostel we were immediately invited over by Scott and Die for some wine and leftover homemade pizza. There I met the Adam I mentioned earlier, and discovered that for 2 years he lived just outside of Drayton Valley, which is kind of weird since he is actually Swiss, but still Drayton Valley and a guy named Adam, kind of cool. Anyway I also ran into the camera loving sister of Scott who I mentioned in my last blog, again. Then there was the Greek Pizza maker named Spiro, and what a pizza to, top quality, delicious, a much needed and much loved unexpected gourmet dinner. The last person we met that night was someone Chris recognized. It was the guy who worked at the tourist info center in Mt. Barker and sent us over to Scott and Die's. But here is the interesting part, it turns out that we were the last people he helped as, it turns out that was the day he quit that job, and he had only heard about this work on the vineyard a couple of hours before we had arrived. I think that is so cool. Anyway continuing along we have mostly been working and relaxing in the evenings as we are tired from working in the warm weather. But we took yesterday off and I went over to a locals place where I joined in and played Beach Volleyball for the first time. I have to admit that I like that sport, the ability to just dive for the ball into a bed of soft sand instead of the hardwood floors I am used to has it's advantages. Anyway I think my favorite play of the game is when I did a 1 fisted dive from the back row into the sand, hitting it an inch off the sand and somehow managed to aim it over the net and into the middle of all of the opposition was rather impressive. My second save of the night came when communications brokedown between my partner in front and me in the back, by the time I realized it was my ball I was forced to do a 2 legged frog jump and was able to just catch it before it hit the ground. The thing was I hit it with so much force the sound made my playing partner Ange flinch and duck, even though the ball was now where near her. Apparently I wasn't the only one who was surprised that I got that, as the other team didn't react until much to late. After the game we sat down and had wood fired pizza, and some beer. I met some really nice people there and had a really good time, even though it took me like 20 minutes in the shower to get the sand out of my hair, and even longer to get it out of my shorts. Non sports highlight of the night was when I was talking to a girl named Ange, our conversation went like so:
Ange "So what part of Canada are you from?"
Me "Edmonton, Calgary area"
Ange "You're from Red Deer aren't you?"
And I spilled my drink in shock. It turns out she lived in Banff for 2 years for a working/skiing holiday, and drove to Edmonton to see the mall. She said that she remembers driving through Red Dear, and filling up in Gasoline Alley. Small world, most definitely. I finished the night playing a game of Australian Trivial Pursuit. I was on a team of 1 Brit, 1 Sweed and 2 Australians vs 4 Australians that as it turns out went to university and studied Literature, Engineering, Physical education, and then lastly someone who I would later believe to have a mental IQ level that would equal my brother. My team only rolled once, and they never got a question wrong.
On another sporting note, I watched a game between University of Adelaide and Bendigo in women's basketball. With 2 seconds left, Bendigo down by 1, Bendigo hits a 3 pointer at the buzzer. The girl who did that did it one other time, in the semi finals, when she played for Canada, I was really proud.
Hand Grenades and a lack of Horseshoes
January 12
Well, we appear to have run out of horseshoes, and the luck they bring. Yesterday we hit Margret River as grape picking starts in about January, we have started looking for work just doing some labor while we wait to see if we got jobs working in the mines. Well, it looks like our timing seems to be out, as we have spent the last 2 days driving around hitting the different orchards/vineyards/packing facilities, to no avail. It sounds like nothing is going to start up until around the start to mid February. Which puts us in a little bit of a bind, as Chris was really banking on getting some work here pretty quick. I was just wanting something to do. I need a change of pace from traveling. I am not looking forward to sitting around for another month waiting for work, Chris doesn't have a problem with it, other than he isn't making money. I am just getting ancy, I am almost contemplating tearing apart the engine, and re-assembling it just to give me something to do. I actually enjoy doing some work, I am tired of twiddling my thumbs on the road. I just like to tinker, to be active, to work towards and accomplish something, even if it is picking grapes. Yes I know some of you are probably screaming at your computers right now about how you would willingly trade spots with me regarding their jobs, but if you hate them that much quit and buy a ticket to Perth, and don't say you can't, because you can, it just might require 3 flights. At least the weather is wonderful, though in the evening we have had to trade our shorts for pants as it cools off a bit. Anyway, this does put a kink in our plans. We are debating if we should head North and look for work in Broome, but Chris can't afford to head North if there isn't a guaranteed job there. We are currently staying about 30km East of Donnybrook. Well wish us luck, might look for some more work tomorrow. Until later, farewell.
Well, we appear to have run out of horseshoes, and the luck they bring. Yesterday we hit Margret River as grape picking starts in about January, we have started looking for work just doing some labor while we wait to see if we got jobs working in the mines. Well, it looks like our timing seems to be out, as we have spent the last 2 days driving around hitting the different orchards/vineyards/packing facilities, to no avail. It sounds like nothing is going to start up until around the start to mid February. Which puts us in a little bit of a bind, as Chris was really banking on getting some work here pretty quick. I was just wanting something to do. I need a change of pace from traveling. I am not looking forward to sitting around for another month waiting for work, Chris doesn't have a problem with it, other than he isn't making money. I am just getting ancy, I am almost contemplating tearing apart the engine, and re-assembling it just to give me something to do. I actually enjoy doing some work, I am tired of twiddling my thumbs on the road. I just like to tinker, to be active, to work towards and accomplish something, even if it is picking grapes. Yes I know some of you are probably screaming at your computers right now about how you would willingly trade spots with me regarding their jobs, but if you hate them that much quit and buy a ticket to Perth, and don't say you can't, because you can, it just might require 3 flights. At least the weather is wonderful, though in the evening we have had to trade our shorts for pants as it cools off a bit. Anyway, this does put a kink in our plans. We are debating if we should head North and look for work in Broome, but Chris can't afford to head North if there isn't a guaranteed job there. We are currently staying about 30km East of Donnybrook. Well wish us luck, might look for some more work tomorrow. Until later, farewell.
Leaving the G And J Estate
January 10
Well today we finally left Gerard and Jane's place. They are really nice people, and must think of a special way to thank them when I get the chance. When we pulled out though I could swear that I saw Jane jump up into the air and click her heals together, but that could have been a trick of the light. Anyway we never planed on staying as long as we did, and I hope we didn't become a burden on them. It was strange though, I really liked their place, but it was time to get a move on, though that was harder than I thought. It was almost like home, and when I left that G&J estate, I was almost ready to go home. I was almost tempted to drive to the airport and go, but know that I am back on the road, it has faded some. We didn't get that far from Perth in the end, we headed south and stopped at the exhibition center which was hosting a huge book/movie/cd sale. We spent a couple of hours there and picked up some music for when we head north. There were some cd's that were only about 1-4 dollars, so we grabbed quite a few of those, we will grade them and tell you later if they were worth what we paid for them. We are currently parked just off the road about 100km south of Perth. We will head down to the Margret river area tomorrow, and see if there is any work down there. I really like Perth, more than Sydney, or Melbourne, well laid out, and car friendly with lots of public transit. Oh, and I need to e-mail Gerard in order to ask him where to pick up a shark tooth necklace. Well, goodnight, I will get more information up when we return to civilization.
Well today we finally left Gerard and Jane's place. They are really nice people, and must think of a special way to thank them when I get the chance. When we pulled out though I could swear that I saw Jane jump up into the air and click her heals together, but that could have been a trick of the light. Anyway we never planed on staying as long as we did, and I hope we didn't become a burden on them. It was strange though, I really liked their place, but it was time to get a move on, though that was harder than I thought. It was almost like home, and when I left that G&J estate, I was almost ready to go home. I was almost tempted to drive to the airport and go, but know that I am back on the road, it has faded some. We didn't get that far from Perth in the end, we headed south and stopped at the exhibition center which was hosting a huge book/movie/cd sale. We spent a couple of hours there and picked up some music for when we head north. There were some cd's that were only about 1-4 dollars, so we grabbed quite a few of those, we will grade them and tell you later if they were worth what we paid for them. We are currently parked just off the road about 100km south of Perth. We will head down to the Margret river area tomorrow, and see if there is any work down there. I really like Perth, more than Sydney, or Melbourne, well laid out, and car friendly with lots of public transit. Oh, and I need to e-mail Gerard in order to ask him where to pick up a shark tooth necklace. Well, goodnight, I will get more information up when we return to civilization.
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