There's not much point putting down all the boring stuff that we've been doing since the last proper entry because, to be honest, we havent been up to much. Wandering about town, watching films, playing the xbox etc. I'll put down all the important/interesting things though - at least they are to me :P The first sunday we were here (at Steve's house) I was up late watching tv after Dar & Steve had gone to sleep when Becca and her mate Alfie came in from the pub. We got talking and i mentioned wanting to work on a strawberry farm & it turns out Alfie works for a company that supplies local farms with feed, fertilizer etc. So he said he would talk to one of the local farmers for us and get a phone number - good times. That thursday Alfie gave me a lift up to the farm to get things rolling. Darren stayed behind because he was planning on going home...for a couple of reasons, not really going to go into them. The farm seemed alright, it was just getting out there that would be a problem. The day after i bought an Aussie mobile and spent half the fucking night trying to register it online & just gave up in the end. Ended up returning it the following tuesday and getting a decent one that worked. The same night there was a carry-on after our carry out, mainly between Steve and Becca, but again I wont go into details.
So between the strawb farmer owner being on holiday, reading the whole of the Narnia chronicles and playing the xbox time has been flying by with nothing much happening really. However me, Steve and Dar went out one night without having any dinner and we all ended up blacking out by the end of the night...with Darren managing to puke all over our room...and on some of my clothes - rough :S Then there was Gemma's (Steve and Becca's younger sister) "BBQ" the next day, which was actually held inside thanks to the arse awful weather. Good craic though, met a lot of their family, had a laugh.
Then there was the whole strawberry farm debacle. We had finally managed to score a job on the farm, so we started at 8am on monday the 13th. The taxi cost us $20 to get there, mental. We got there and were told to "talk to Joe" who got us straight into the work, didnt even ask us for working visa's, tax numbers etc. The work itself was alright, but it was back-breaking. So after our 15-minute lunch break i asked this Joe guy what the pay was like; $1-$3 a fucking tray! Complete slave labour! We were expecting like a basic wage plus more money for the amount we pick but no. Plus the assholes "in charge" were stealing our baskets and giving them to the pretty girls in an attempt to impress them or something. The place was full of window lickers anyway. So we just walked out. BIG mistake. I was wearing wellies and ended up with 4 blisters on my feet thanks to the 2 hour walk back to town.
That friday (17th) my feet had recovered enough for me and Dar to go up to the lookout tower on Mount Melville. The weather was brilliant, almost too hot but not quite. And the view from up there was awesome. We were planning on heading up Mount Clarence too but Dar's foot was fucked so we got a carry out and headed home. That night, after a few beers, me and Dar fell out again. Which started a week long silence (almost exactly) between the 2 of us. But I'm jumping ahead a bit.
So on saturday me and Steve headed round to his dad's house for a few brews and a chat. Well good craic. But of course i hadnt had any dinner so by the time we left i was fucked. The beer wasnt the best either so that didnt help. Spewed hardstyle when i got back to Steve's. Meanwhile it was Jack's mate's Hen Night and she stopped by to drop her bags and for some reason we were persuaded to go into town with them. We ended up going to Nsomniax, officially voted the worst nightclub in Australia. At least now i can say i've been there :P It was pretty pish, and far too small...although there's hardly a lot of folk here in Albany. Pretty cool night altogether though.
Anyways, I'd been thinking for like a week or so before me or Dar fell out about how i would get to the east coast to see Sydney, Melbourne etc and the most feasible way seemed to be by air. But Darren's not too keen on flying...so i didnt want to leave him behind. But with the carry on on friday night i decided that i would fly out so i've been planning the trip since. The general plan is to work for 4 weeks, up til the 22nd Nov then fly out from Perth to Melbourne and travel round the east coast for the remaining 4 weeks that im here. And I'd also decided to go to Bunbury on the 25th by myself for the Revolution Tour since Steve didnt want to leave Darren behind, which was cool with me. That doesnt sound genuine...but I really was cool with it haha.
So yeah, up til friday just past (the 24th) me and Darren had barely said a word to each other. That night Nic, a guy from Steve's work, came round and invited me round to his via McD's and the Bowling Alley...which we left before we'd even had a game of pool or anything since he spilt his drink. We were halfway through watching a film round at his when Dar text me saying he had just been "slightly slashed" by a couple of aborignals...aboriginese? Anyway, I headed back to Steve's and walked in to see Dar with his face covered in blood and not in the best mood, as you can imagine. So ended the week long silence but it wasn't to last. Steve and Jack were out on a night out and Becca was working. Over the next 2-3 hours Steve and Darren fell out (via phonecalls and texts) which ended in Darren packing his bags and leaving completely. Notice a pattern here? 2 weeks in a row...
I'm pretty sure I've missed stuff out...can't be that important if i have though :P
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