Hello old life
11.07.2012 8 °C
Time passes by quite quickly. Before I knew it my three months were almost up. In only another two weeks I will again be free to roam this country for a year. One more year. We'll see if I make it away from Victoria this time.
Truth be told I've loved it here, and I've come to terms with my own existence as a nomad, not a traveler or explorer. I go from one place to another, stay as long as I like, and move when I need to. I still love Melbourne, so I think I'll stick around for a bit more.
I'm buying a van so I can go on weekend or sometimes week-long get-aways. So I won't be completely stuck. In fact, it will be my part-time home, I might even get a minifridge or something for it, to keep my beers cold.
It also looks like I am going back to my old job at Richmond Oysters, though I keep forgetting to call and confirm. We'll see what's changed there by the time I get back. Hopefully the core of all the good people will still be there, I know a few have left, and I hope they've been replaced by new "friendlies" to make work more enjoyable. Not that pouring beer and wine is that ardous anyway, although the clean up after is far from fun.
Even though I've been eagerly anticipating the end of my farm work I have enjoyed my time in rural Victoria, and I have met lots of good people and interesting characters. I have done and seen a few really cool things, like prospecting for gold with Ken and Jock.
Sometimes they got lucky and found a few pieces, though I think there's a lot more to it than luck. A certain amount of skill and experience gathered over the years proved to be quite useful. It kinda pains me to admit that I never found anything at all, other than a few bullets and old tins and buckets of course.
Now I'm sitting on my last farm, an orchard with 5,000 trees. Since we're not in fruit picking season I do all the other winter jobs, like cutting grass, pruning (a skill Katie will teach me tomorrow), cleaning out the cooler and all sorts of odd jobs around the farm. Sometimes you get rewarded for your hard labour, like when Hugh asked if I wanted to go watch the footy, Collingwood vs Carlton. An offer I couldn't turn down. So I went, along with 75,755 others, to watch Collingwood lose for only the third time this season. Since I didn't really have any kind of ties to any of the teams I didn't really care and was more excited to watch my first game of footy at the MCG. I think I will go again sometime this year.
Sometimes you catch the neighbours goat as he goes to check out the greener grass on the other side.
Other fun, or not so fun, things you get to see in the bush include skinks and wolf-spiders. Neither are any dangerous, and the only reason I'm wearing a rubber glove when I'm handling the skink is because I was playing around in dirty water when I found him.
I thought I'd compensate for an extremely poorly written, and long overdue entry with lots of crappy pictures from my cellphone. Dunno if it worked really.
Beppe Karlsson, Harcourt