Hello. Greetings from Carnarvon still. We left the hostel last weekend because, well, it sucked. But also because the farmer that Jo and I are working for offered us free (!!!) accommodation on the farm while we’re working for him. Nice! So yeah, we got our own little place again, it’s not the most luxurious shack on the block but it has got character.
Last week we finally finished weeding the plantation. I don’t think we’re going to be up for doing that again, or any work that involves bending down for 8 hours a day. Ah well, we got paid for it I guess. After that, Kim, the farmers wife, came out and told us we could paint their house. Way better job.
On Wednesday, all a sudden, Blair (the farmer) came out and told us they were going on a holiday and wont be back till Sunday. OK. I was thinking, great time to piss off I guess. No, they gave us a key to their house, told us to keep an eye out, feed the dog and cat and gave us huge lamb roast. Somebody doesn’t have any trust issues. We basically had the whole farm for ourselves, we got paid work with no supervision and a frikkin’ lamb roast. I’d say that’s a step up from eating noodles every day.
We’re not sure if there’s going to be any work around next week. If there is we’ll hang around here for a bit, otherwise we’re going to head up a bit more up north, to Exmouth perhaps.
See ya later yeah!
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