Sun, Sea, Sand and Work!!! Doh! The dream halts for lack of cash!!
Date: 8th May
Well here it is, the first solo entry... (no smutty remarks Miss Helly!) and what a dull one it is too!
After Graeme disappeared early one morning and Gordy departed a short time later, I decied to it was probably time to stop messing about, get my head into gear and find some work.
Once fully recovered I managed to sort out a CV of sorts, and have even passed it on to a few places that I might enjoy working at. Apparently, the strip bar was already out (I don't have large enough breasts), so I had to settle for normal cafe and bar work, or so I thought. It turns out that I'm a little under-qualified in Australia to get this type of work, having already had an education and not being an 18yr old gap year student. I'm not bitter though, honest!!
So, after the constant knock-backs (of course these could be due to the fact I have only 2 t-shirts and have been wearing them for the last 7 months, my jeans disintegrated in New Zealand as did most of my pants in South America. My one and only shirt is Hawaian and I don't own a pair of shoes.) I headed straight to the shops and spent some well-earned money.
...so as you can all guess, I reckon I'm settling right in!
Date: Endth May
Aaaaahhh. It's been a while, hasn't it? I really should get my arse into gear and sort this site out, but I think I'll just do a bit of gossiping instead and tell you the news.
There have been a few heavy hangovers too. Richey managed to reach the age of 28 (a feat in itself once you've met the guy) so we all hit the bars for cheap drinks after drinkng all day at the hostel over a typical ozzy bbq.
Date: Endof May sometime
... and then it all changed...
As Anna isn't arriving in Cairns for another 6 weeks or so, I decided it'd be a good idea to sort the job out and thought fruit picking in Innisfail would be a good idea. HA!
Happily the OIrish guys (Jack, Ian, Richey and Nick) needed cash too, so we joined forces and caught the sunday bus out of Cairns and hit Innisfail to find jobs... that didn't exist. Bugger. So, 3 of us spent the next 4 days unemployed in Innisfail, which has nothing. NO real shops, no cinema, no people, no sights. Nothing! I don't think I've ever played so much Shithead in my life. And then me and Richie got a phone call and a job! Removal men for mad Franky Cooter, the local spiritual healer. No, really.
And so onto June...
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So I hit the bars and got drunk.
Having managed to get a pair of respectable swimming shorts (I've been swimming in my pants for a while, well since leaving actually!) I headed directly to the pool and sat in the sun; it has rained for the last week and my tan was fading! Come on... Give me a break!
I'm still in Cairns, the home of the most relaxed Ozzies in the world!! The only things that ever get done here are when the tourists are in charge, and even then it's slow.
Text by: Jackal
After Gordy left I was stuck a bit on my own for a day or so, but of course in a hostel that doesn't ever really happen and I soon got chatting to the english girls staying there (Lou, Jess, Sarah and Lauren) and Brad and Bret, 2 ozzies blokes. Just about the same time as Gordy left, 4 Oirish guys arrived and basically for the last 2 weeks I've been drunk and disorderly, playing topless volleyball with the girls in the pool and hanging around swimming holes out in Milla Milla and admiring the waterfalls (great waterfalls... see the pictures now!) and the girls sunbathing. It's been a good life.
chepa drinks is good here as most of the bars are usually pretty expensive, catering to the rich tourists of course. However, the sprots bar made a slight ,mistake this night as they stamped us with a rather special "Elite" stamp... entitling the wearer of the stamp to FREE drinks for an hour! Marveloos! The results were obvious and there are now a few photos showing some of what went on.
Text by: Jackal
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