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I get back to Fremantle ready to start a job selling sand (not to the Arabs but to aussies) pictures, something that I actually have experience in believe it or not!! I check out the job the day before and find out I'd be posted about an hour and a half away from where I'm staying. My tax codes and stuff have been mucked up so I'd be making a hassive $7 an hour - I don't get out of bed for less than double that!! At the rate money is being spent here I could survive another month before going home, so an executive decision has been made.

Touring the South West

Gareth Penpraze
2007-04-20 23:50:44

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I get back to Fremantle ready to start a job selling sand (not to the Arabs but to aussies) pictures, something that I actually have experience in believe it or not!! I check out the job the day before and find out I'd be posted about an hour and a half away from where I'm staying. My tax codes and stuff have been mucked up so I'd be making a hassive $7 an hour - I don't get out of bed for less than double that!! At the rate money is being spent here I could survive another month before going home, so an executive decision has been made. I almost resigned myself to rural work i.e. busting my ass in a vineyard or picking avacadoes but again the lazy buggar in me has shone through!! So I'm going to continue the holiday for another 2 weeks in Oz and hopefully 3 months in Asia before taking the plunge and going back home. Emmet tells me of a blues festival happening near him so me and Kev hire a camper and take a week to tour the wine region and get wrecked in Bridgetown for the weekend.

We work our way down the south coast in our "Astroboy" taking in some really class caves, a brewery or two and anything else that tickles our taste buds, mostly the drive through bottle shops (and Aussies are dead aganist drink driving I hear!!). We stop in Margret River for the first night parking the van in the backpackers carpark, not using the inside facilities, (well sitting watching the TV through the window) but guzzeling down plenty of semi-warm Carlton cold. We check out the local night sopts where we just miss a local band but in time for a couple of pints - or so we think. After 11pm they stop serving pints, only midi's. To anyone who is unfamiliar with the auzzie measures a midi is pretty much a half pint, something I'd never be seen dead with!! So its 2 midi's of your finest watery Guinness please barmaid!! Next morning we're away before the backpackers can realise we aren't ...