When you come to Australia on a working holiday visa (Subclass 417), it is expected that you do 88 days of regional work, farm work or fruit picking, in order to get signed off for a second year to continue working and travelling in Australia.
First of all (I know I shouldn't bitch about it really) we were lied to about this mill being able to sign off my second year visa, so I wasted 88 days of my short time in this country being treated like an idiot doing boring manual labour in the middle of nowhere, for no … Continue reading Put Dingo Saw Mill on Your Blacklist and Drive Away.
Something I have learned over the last year, that has finally been drilled into my head, is that the world owes you absolutely nothing.
Patterns like aboriginal paintings, she tells me. Later I call her crazy but really she is the most real person here; quirky but wealthy in knowledge of the woods
However difficult and monotonous work might be, I am so grateful for friendly strangers and small pleasures. Staying positive, it's looking like we'll be here for a while.
Sometimes you just need to take a day to be alone and cry a little bit on an Australian forest walk. Today i've decided to speak to the trees: a poem by Savannah Brown
I remember all those taxis where we'd get stuck, falling over cheap street language, and he would fall into smooth energetic exchange of langauge, round off the sounds so confidently; 7 years made electric. I admired that so deeply.
Just what your Mum wants to hear when you're freshly off the plane in a foreign country half way around the world; I'm going to get on a train out into the wilderness and walk around steep dangerous mountains with two men I only just met in a hostel. Spoiler: I'm still alive and these … Continue reading Big Adventure to the Blue Mountains.