Hi. It’s us again, back with some more news and tales from far far away. We left Kalbarri last Saturday after a month of catching wild goats. It was a bit sad to leave because we had such a great time there but it is time go and make some sweet moolah.
Of course we had no choice but to throw ourselves a goodbye party on our last night on the station, any reason will do. Calum, the boss farmer, entertained us a with stories of ghosts living in the homestead. For dinner we got steaks (born, bled and then bbq-ed on the station) and the best roast potatoes ever. We had also 5 new workers there who didn’t mind having a few (17) beers with us. It was our first late night in a month, so we tried to make the most of it.
And off we went the next morning, drove about 4-5 hours to Shark Bay where we camped out for the night. We got to this free campsite, not listed in the tourist folder, far away from all that is civilisation. We slept with the ocean only a couple of steps away from us, beautiful clear, starry night. Yep life is good.
On Sunday afternoon we arrived in Carnarvon and apparently that’s also the day this town doesn’t work. Nothing open, not even the check-in desk of the hostel. Great. Another night camping out then I guess. So yeah, work, that’s what we come here to do. We drove around to all the farms the next morning trying to find work. We learned that big signs saying “NO WORK, NO ENTRY” means exactly that. But eventually after 7 or 8 farms we found this guy Blair (I thought that name only existed for rich people in a white polo) who did need some workers. Hooray! So we spent last week de-weeding his melon fields, without seeing him again after that first day. We just turn up at 6AM take his ute to the field and work till when we want to. Then we give his wife our hours and we get paid, easy does it. Next week we can even move into their cottage they have on the farm, free. Nice. We’ve also got another job painting their house. Eventually when they don’t have any more work for us I think we’re going to move back to a caravan park. Cheaper and more relaxed then the local hostel. The hostel isn’t bad but management is a bit too stressed.
I think that’s it for now, you can carry on your life again beloved reader. Thank you. To see pictures you can always go to my Flickr page.
There’s is one more thing I want to share with you guys though, it’s a saying from the farmer back on the goat catching station who doesn’t like whiners; “If you want sympathy you can find it in the dictionary between shit and syphilis.”
Great stuff.
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