Brisbane is a place where everyone seems just about to go for a jog in the park. Thats the clothing fashion. And not nice sporty clothes like in Estonia, but like really ordinary jogging outfit. In the freaking city centre. The family daughter where I stayed, confirmed: "People in Brisbane have no style." "You can detect a foreigner by their clothing. They are the only ones to wear nice clothes"
Be it as it may with the fashion style or lack thereof, Brisbane itself did not give me the feeling that I got in Melbourne. In Melbourne I felt I could live there.
Saying that, I must admit, I haven't seen much of the city. It has been raining and the bigger part of last 7 days I have spent indoors, in my confinement on the cellar level of an Australian family house. Finding a job while not knowing which job to aim for. Farm work gives a visa, but the idea of 88 fruit picking-packing puts me off. Office work would be great, but is hard to get and im impatient. Hospitality work, maybe.
I added up the numbers and saw I have spent so far 10 000 euros. This includes round the world ticket (plus the extra half the world ticket from London to Philippines because of the India deportation drama) and insurance and gear I had to buy plus any expenditure as from 14OCT. And 10 000 is the sum that I planned to invest for this year off. So the conclusion was very obvious - get your act together and find some income.
So I kind took the attitude I will go for whatever comes first and has acceptable conditions. And what came is a 4 star accommodation in a place called Roma, 500km inland from Brisbane. Place where nothing is going on besides oil and wheat. I will see it with my own eyes already tomorrow.
And my lovely Australian mother said that the bed downstairs has my name on it, so I can return any time I want. She is so sweet, really.
As a farewell I cooked the family some Estonian peasant food - Keedukartul ja kapsas hakklihaga - Cabboge with minced meat and boiled potatoes. They loved it. At least said so. It is not much to look at, but with sourcream on top, is pretty good for a strange experiment I believe.
Tomorrow morning I leave with the leftover cabbage in my backpack to take the 7h busride to Roma. Life is about to change.
Be it as it may with the fashion style or lack thereof, Brisbane itself did not give me the feeling that I got in Melbourne. In Melbourne I felt I could live there.
Saying that, I must admit, I haven't seen much of the city. It has been raining and the bigger part of last 7 days I have spent indoors, in my confinement on the cellar level of an Australian family house. Finding a job while not knowing which job to aim for. Farm work gives a visa, but the idea of 88 fruit picking-packing puts me off. Office work would be great, but is hard to get and im impatient. Hospitality work, maybe.
I added up the numbers and saw I have spent so far 10 000 euros. This includes round the world ticket (plus the extra half the world ticket from London to Philippines because of the India deportation drama) and insurance and gear I had to buy plus any expenditure as from 14OCT. And 10 000 is the sum that I planned to invest for this year off. So the conclusion was very obvious - get your act together and find some income.
So I kind took the attitude I will go for whatever comes first and has acceptable conditions. And what came is a 4 star accommodation in a place called Roma, 500km inland from Brisbane. Place where nothing is going on besides oil and wheat. I will see it with my own eyes already tomorrow.
And my lovely Australian mother said that the bed downstairs has my name on it, so I can return any time I want. She is so sweet, really.
As a farewell I cooked the family some Estonian peasant food - Keedukartul ja kapsas hakklihaga - Cabboge with minced meat and boiled potatoes. They loved it. At least said so. It is not much to look at, but with sourcream on top, is pretty good for a strange experiment I believe.
Tomorrow morning I leave with the leftover cabbage in my backpack to take the 7h busride to Roma. Life is about to change.
Nüüd siis selgus, kes selle jama pärast maksma pidi, mis sul reisi alguses juhtus. Ma soovitan see reisifirma veel ette võtta, usun, et sul on e-mailine kinnitus nendelt India viisa küsimuse osas;)
ReplyDeleteAga muidu jooksvalt - God speed, once again:)