Thursday, September 30, 2010

Wake Me Up When September Ends

Oh, I went there. Now if this was a news report it would start by telling the reader that I just got my RSA (Responsible Serving of Alcohol) certificate. Details about how this happened and why I got one would follow. Later on details about the RSA and the alcohol laws of Victoria would follow.

Luckily this is not a news report so I don't have to bore you with that. Instead I'll turn this post into an easy-to-follow list and some closing thoughts.

• An RSA is required by law for anyone who serves/sells alcohol. I paid $50 dollars for the course which lasted around 3 hours, including the test at the end
• I'm going to work for a wine company starting tomorrow, where I will -- among other things -- be serving wine
• I'm in Melbourne and it's cold here. I have to wear a jacket outside since the weather is like early spring in Finland, but without the melting snow
• It's also very cold inside. I haven't been anywhere this cold in regular houses since I lived in Alppila. I wear sweatpants, a hoodie and socks to sleep
• When September ends in Finland I will be meeting my future employer at 7:00 AM
• Daylight savings time begins between Saturday and Sunday
• I'm excited, though a little cold
• My plane trip from Brisbane went well. I finished the second to last Hitchhiker's story at Brisbane airport and completed my fifth Klosterman book -- all in just over a month -- soon after I arrived at the hostel in Melbourne
• Melbourne is a bit more expensive than Brisbane. The cheapest hostel would've been $20/night here. I'm paying $26. In Brisbane I paid $140 for a week, in Proserpine $175, in Cairns $18 a night.
• I have a tendency to type hostel with a capital H. It might have something to do with the movie with that name. These hostels seem safer and less horny than Hostel.
• That wasn't interesting or important
• Neither was that. Or this
• Moro? Moro! Get it here first! *Air guitar* 7-11, always something new.
• I'll tell you more about the Klosterman books in a future non-related post

Now, some closing thoughts. Hmm... Don't seem to have any. Oh, okay. I hate to admit this but I haven't been reading EuroBNTH even though it actually has three writers I'm interested in reading. These are Joonas in Italy, Toivo in Russia and Antti in... Now this is why I should've been reading. I'd recommend the blog but I haven't yet so maybe I shouldn't. Ah, why the heck not. Go read EuroBNTH at wordpress. Use those words and add a dotcom somewhere and I think you should find it.

I'll hit the sack and when I wake up the longest September -- at least it felt long -- in my life will be over. My August was actually the shortest one on my life. Or tied with 2008. Anyway, I'm getting picked up at 6:00 AM so it's night-y night for me.

Details about my job and why some people should also read Chuck Klosterman coming. See ya!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Sand In My Pocket

I did go on a day trip to Moreton Island today. Moreton Island is a 38 km long sand island approximately an hour away from the Port of Brisbane ie. the mouth of the Brisbane River. The Island is a complete national park although 50 people actually live there. I am currently sitting on the MiCat sailing back to Brisbane.

I have to mention that I was pretty bored and lonely after the weekend and even though I didn't like the actual movie, going to see Wall Street 2 on Sunday night actually made me feel better. The movie did make feel stupid and I gave it 2.5 stars.

Monday wasn't a special day but I had something to do all the time. I did my laundry, bought and wrote some postcards, did some reading, booked this trip and went to the movies yet again. I saw Despicable Me in 3D. It was dark for a "kids' movie" but I did laugh quite a lot.

Today I woke up at 6:00 AM or a little after it naturally because my "first" alarm was set for 6:00 PM. I'll skip the unnecessary details. First I walked, the. I sat in a car and after that I sat in another car before boarding the MiCat before 9:00 am. On the boat I read Chuck Klosterman's book about places of rock stars' deaths.

The term sand island might not mean anything unless you've seen one. Besides the volcanic rock that formed the north par of this island the whole island is sand. All the plants that grow there, grow out of sand. This place truly was unique in its own special kind of way. (An ironic sentence I'll never write again. From now on I'll settle on unique.) The sand's also the finest sand on earth, literally. It's the same sand glass is made out of. The roads, sand roads.

Now, I want to put the readers in my shoes. Or my thongs* to be exact. Our transport on the island was a minibus. A four wheel drive minibus. On monster truck steroids. Fittingly our guide and driver, Allan, was a monster truck of a man. With a girth of more than 2 meters this was one huge jolly good fellow. Somehow I felt respect for this man just for his mere size. Sure I could outrun him and I'd be less annoying to sit next to on an airplane, but roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure he'd win (obscure Jethro Tull reference).

*Not underwear but a Aussie word for flip flops. I guess in this case the gap next to the big toe is the crack.

The whole day was like a day in an amusement park. Except instead of standing in line for hours, the way you got from one ride to another was actually a rollercoaster. A slow rollercoaster that shakes you around. You remember those ping pong racquets that have the ball on the end of a string. Imagine you're the ball. The seatbelt's the string, the car is the paddle and the terrain is the arm violently smacking the ball again and again and again.

After an hour of that we got to a beautiful place called The Desert. I didn't get a good picture of it cause I didn't want sand all over my phone and the view from the parking lot wasn't that spectacular. There was a sand dune in the middle of this desert and that was the place for sand surfing. Quite simply the purpose was to lay on your stomach on a thin wooden board and bend it just a little so you wouldn't get sand in your face while you careened down the sand dune. Once down, climb back up and do it again. Now this was fun. Climbing up was quite strenuous but going down wasn't just lying down. With almost all of my weight on my chest which took quite a beating against the board bouncing on the sand I felt more spent after going down than climbing up.

I did four runs after which I was like Thomas Haden Church in Spider-Man 3. My arms and legs were covered in sand and my left pocket was filled with it. I have a hole in my right pocket so it was empty. We got back on the 4WD bus and headed to a swim in the lake.

Our second "ride" was swimming in the Blue Lagoon. The water was fresh and I liked the fact that nobody had a house or a sauna on the shore of the lake. It got rid of the sand and then we had some lunch. Then we drove some more.

On our last drive we saw Queensland's oldest lighthouse, a venomous snake crossing the road and a little town which reminded me of the island in Lost.

Of our five hours on the island, three were spent in the car which was bumpy for most of the time. Basically the whole 11 hour day only consisted two hours that wasn't spent on a boat or in a car. Still, I'd recommend it to anyone who spends more than three days in Brisbane. The thrill of sand surfing alone is almost worth the price of admission. A two or three day trip might be more relaxing with more time to do the stuff.

We're now arriving in Port of Brisbane and after a ride to the city I'll start packing and closing the Brisbane chapter of this trip. One more night and one more visit to the book store tomorrow and I'm off to Melbourne for two nights.

Thanks for reading.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Of Mice And Men

Photos from Saturday...

This weekend didn't go quite as I planned it. On Friday I was supposed to see Surfers Paradise. On Saturday I was going to experience the big concert at the park. Today I was going to go to the shoreside markets nearby. Oh, and tomorrow I'd planned on going to Moreton Island for a real holiday thing.

Friday I dragged myself to the central station and found out that a ticket costing around $20 would get me to the city of Gold Coast several km's inland from the beaches and the famous skyscrapers of Surfers Paradise. Had I wanted to travel between 3:30 and 7 PM it would've been closer to $30. Add to that the bus fares from the train to the shore, I didn't like the price of this trip. It would've also taken around 3 hours of travel to get back and forth to go to the sixth biggest city of Australia I knew nothing about and I felt dejected. I had no real interest in the area except for the q1 the world's tallest residential building. Getting a great view of a city with a historical name like Gold Coast didn't seem like worth $30-50 plus three hours of travel.

So, I hung out at the bookstore and remedied my Chuck Klosterman addiction for free.

I started Saturday by going to Fortitude Valley to check out the open air markets. Either I didn't find them or Chinatown actually is in Fortitude Valley. But it was raining and I wasn't going to buy anything anyway so I decided to take a longer walk back to the park where the concert was held. I stopped to look at 38 years of Australian Rolling Stone covers at a gallery on the way. I also took some nice pictures of the city in my way over Story Bridge.

When I got to the park, I was on the wrong side and there were a lot of people. Too many of them were of the annoying and noisy type. My suspicions had already been raised earlier but I wasn't sure until I got to the entrance. The concert wasn't free. Besides, it was sold out anyway.

I finished the book I was reading though and practically saved $36.

Today I hung out at the book store trying to save some money and totally forgot about the markets. I just forgot I had planned to go. I also put off the booking of tomorrow's trip that it was fully booked by the time I got around to it. Tuesday is my last day here and I was supposed to get ready to leave then, while tomorrow's weather forecast was much nicer. But I might have to do a lot of stuff tomorrow so I can go to Moreton Island on Tuesday. If the weather is nice enough.

Needless to say, I've been a little bored. I even watched 17 again at the hostel's TV room/mini theater. I've also been anguishing on the proper spending ways of my yet to be earned travel budget. In order to buy new stuff, say more shirts so I can do laundry only every two weeks I will need more space, which means I'll need a bigger backpack. And once I have that I can start buying more stuff like DVDs which I can send back home. But my little brain isn't used to being deprived of multimedia and my iPod has only 180 minutes of unseen video material, so I've come to yearn something that some people might deem useless or vain. I wan't a portable DVD player...

I'll let that sink in.

At first I was dreaming of a mini laptop, which would handle some of the things my iPhone can't do. But then I found at that mini laptops DON'T have DVD drives. Which makes them weaker than iPads with better choices of web browsers...

Now my mind has been wrestling between the pros and cons (I even made a pros and cons list) of a cheap laptop that I might bring home with me and a portable DVD player. The downside of a cheap laptop is that I really want to get a GOOD laptop, maybe a Mac, when I return to Finland. An extra laptop is a distant dream that shouldn't get in the way of experiences in Australia. Plus the advantages over my iPhone are: DVD playback, better keyboard, better web surfing (not faster though). That's it. All I would need it here for is the DVD playback.

That's where a portable DVD player could come in handy. It would be a lot cheaper than a laptop (pro), it would be smaller (pro and con), it might satisfy a need (pro), it'll probably be useless after this trip (con).

At the moment I'm leaning toward a portable DVD player, which would be like a $2-300 rental of something to entertain me until it breaks down or I leave. Seems more reasonable than using at least two or three times as much on something that won't be any more essential to bring back to Finland. What I've yet to find out is the battery life of these kind of devices. I also don't have money to throw away at the moment either so until a month or two it's all moot anyway. Plus by that time I might be able to enjoy myself with less multimedia anyway so we'll see. Just wanted to illustrate how bored I've been, dreaming about spending the money I don't have.

Now it's bed time and three nights until I fly down to chilly Melbourne to make some of my dreams a reality. If I do go on a trip to Moreton Island I will be sure to update you, at least with pictures.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Photo Essay: Roo Poo and Skyscrapers

Broadcast News


Good Morning... World?

Since my last post almost three days ago I've been to Chinatown, seen a foggy Brisbane from a mountain top, been to the movies, visited bunch of free museums and gone to a bar. I've eaten chicken curry, Subway, Hungry Jack's and KFC (pictured). I've also bought and read Sex, Drugs & Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman.

I've also received some excellent news! My future employer phoned me Tuesday morning. After I get an RSA (Responsible Serving of Alcohol - or "alkoholipassi") certificate on next Thursday night a car will come get me on Friday morning to take me to Rochford Wines an hour away from Melbourne where I will meet my new boss and we'll talk things through. So with this HUGE weight off my shoulders let's look back at how I've been getting to know Australia's third biggest city and fighting boredom.

Monday night I walked to Chinatown to eat. It was the nicest looking, if the smallest, Chinatown i've been to (San Fran, NY, Melbourne and Sydney). My Chicken Curry was a small portion but it was good. I walked back to my hostel near the river and took some pictures.

On Tuesday I headed up to Mount Coot-Tha to see Brisbane from a distance. I didn't eat before I got there and there was nothing to do except eat and watch the sights, which were hampered by the clouds. But the food there was too expensive and I had to do something as the next bus was an hour away. I ended up going down a mountain biking track (a big no-no), getting a little lost and climbing back a steep hill just in time for the next bus. I was hungry, thirsty and sweating. I had planned to go to the Botanic Gardens and the planetarium, but I was too hungry so I rode the bus back to town.

I went to the movies that night. My choices were Easy A, which I have high hopes for, and The Other Guys. The latter seemed like it would be more hilarious so that my choice. I was pleasantly surprised and I have to say that it was better than Scott Pilgrim vs. The World.

Yesterday I spent a huge portion of my day at the free museums at South Bank just over the bridge from the Queen Street Mall that is just on the opposite side of "my" block. I went to the Queensland Gallery of Art, QLD Gallery of Modern Art, crossed the bridge for a Pizza sub (Like Chicken Pizziola without the chicken but with salami and pepperoni instead and then went back to the Queensland Museum.

The first one was in a beautiful building (my picture doesn't do it justice) and I liked the landscape paintings and the Australian art exhibit, especially the modern part of it. The GMA had a photo exhibit from a celebrity photographer, a something Kirkland. The best part was photos from behind the scenes Michael Jackosn's "Thriller" music video/short film. A $40 book also contained those pictures and quotes from most black musicians. The Museum celebrated mostly the nature of Australia and Queensland especially. There were a lot of kids there, because they're on a two week vacation before their last term of the year. This place had something for everyone.

In the evening I wanted to try a box meal by KFC before heading out to the Down & Under bar where my Canadian acquaintance works for a Wet T-Shirt Contest!!! How wild.

I probably am not in the mood for going out at the moment and got out of the bar after finishing my coke and seeing a competition for free bear in which a poor boy ended up having to "strip" in front of everyone. He took his shirt of and it. Was. Awkward. I got the he'll out and finished reading my Klosterman before calling it a night.

Now it's Koala Sanctuary time and tomorrow I might go check out the Gold Coast by train. On Saturday the Brisbane festival ends with a concert at the closest city park and every hostel is fully booked. Which means that my room will be full too. I just hope they aren't complete idiots...

So, still a week of vacationing before it's back to business for me. More from Brisbane later on.

Bye!

Monday, September 20, 2010

Bridge Over Troubled Water

It's been way too long since I last updated my blog. I am a little disappointed in myself for not writing anything during this time but the truth is that there's been more going inside my head than outside of it. I'll open up some of my thoughts later on in the post.

On Thursday I headed back to work to earn enough money to skip town. My goal was about 15 bins which would bring my week's pay up to $600. We had a long day and worked almost until sundown. Almost 12 hours. I has been wrestling with the decision whether or not to come back for one more day on Friday all day. But when we got on our last row with plenty of good fruit and 15 bins already full, I decided to quit after that day. On Sunday I had received my pay, $612.02 so I barely got to my goal.

On Friday I did some reading and then headed of to Airlie Bus on the local bus. It was a hot day and when I got to Airlie I was very hungry and had decided that I wanted some Hungry Jack's (local equivalent of Burger King). The Airlie Beach main street offered a lot of my favorite stores and fast food joints (McDonald's and JayJay's side by side) but HJ's was a couple bus stops back on the Whitsunday's mall. So I walked back there in about 20 minutes on the side of the road. Had I read my bus ticket I could've gone back by bus without paying extra as the ticket was good for two hours total, with one still remaining.

I don't know why but I didn't feel up to the whole Airlie Beach experience. Pissed off I got my Whopper meal and watched George Carlin's stand up on my iPhone. One thing that pissed me off was that I forgot to bring my swimming trunks to Airlie. It was hot and humid, again. And Airlie wasn't a place for a day trip unless you were coming to the area for shopping and hanging out at the lagoon.

I checked out the mall and then I decided to walk back to town on the coastline walkway to catch a bus there. I took some pictures there (first picture). Airlie seemed like a great place for people with lots of money and lots of time. I just couldn't get out quick enough.

The rest of Friday I watched more HIMYM and just hung out.

On Saturday I did my laundry and just hung out with the people not working that day. I finished season 2 of HIMYM and I filled my calendar with all the things I knew for sure like the flights in May on my way home and the time difference to Finland on all my departure and arrival times. I put them on my paper calendar as well as my iPhone. The day lasted forever but after packing my stuff and filling my cool bag with drinks and snacks I was off.

The bus picked me up a little early and the movie showing was The Constant Gardener which wasn't spectacular but fit in well with my I hope the world was a better place for the less fortunate theme from Wednesday. The first stop was before the end of the movie and I bought some french fries which I ate during the movie. The next movie was Jackie Brown, but I fell asleep pretty quickly. After that it was the boring night for a long time.

Sleeping on the bus wasn't easy but I think I got an adequate amount of shut eye even though I lay awake thinking of friends and acquaintances back at home for over an hour in the middle of the night.

The next day I saw more and more quaint places and towns which caught my eye as much more pleasing and less touristy than the tropical Cairns and Airlie Beach had been. Finally the bus trip ended and I walked to the city center from the bus station at the transit terminal which is like a combination of Kamppi and Pasila but not as far away from the city as Pasila.

I found a busy hostel with $140 weekly rent but I wanted to make sure that I was staying in town for a week before checking in. I visited Flight Center and bought a $207 ticket to Melbourne on the 29th. So I needed to stay in town for 10 nights. I headed to the other side of the central shopping area to the other hostel for the same company than the previous hostel and got a room for 7 nights for $140. A hostel near the transit central would've been $99 per week but I decided that I was going to do so much walking anyway that it would be dumb to be situated that far from the city center instead of smack dab in the middle.

I just left my stuff in my room and headed out to the shops to see if I could find my favorite stores. I found all but JayJay's. I went back and forth into two bookstores, Dymocks and Borders looking for Chuck Klosterman books and reading some others. I found three Klosterman books at one of the stores and they were priced $31, $33 and $36. I decided I'd buy the cheapest one after reading at least two books here, the ultimate hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy (3rd to 5th book) and The Road by Cormac McCarthy which I grabbed from our Hostel on Proserpine. Somebody had actually taken my Irving book from where I'd left it!

After all this hassle, tired, I went to the closest Hungry Jack's and got myself something to eat. I started to feel bad and woke up to the facts as I headed back to my empty Hostel room. I was alone.

Boredom leads to loneliness. Loneliness leads to home-sickness. Add to that the fact that my future boss hasn't contacted me in two weeks and I will run out of money in two weeks without that job and I was stressed as hell. Double the homesickness. I had ran out of credit on my foreign call card and couldn't even phone my girlfriend. Had I not been as tired I wouldn't felt as bad. I actually wished that I was back at Proserpine where I felt safe and homey (although my body and mind took a beating on the tomato fields). 

The big problem with my 9 month trip around the world is that I have to be alone for so much of the time. There are places in the world that are better experienced by yourself. But who goes out to a bar by themselves? Who goes to the beach alone? It takes more than one person to "hang out". So all I have is my thoughts, my books, my iPhone and my blog + Facebook. Something I DON'T want to be dependent on.

I believe I will look back at my time Brisbane with fondness, because it is such a nice place. I'm confident I'll enjoy my next job much more than tomato picking and two months from now I might actually get to see a really familiar face since my brother is heading to Sydney for two weeks in late November. So things keep looking up and I'll try to concentrate on living, experiencing and growing as a person instead of dreaming of Finland and fretting about the places I might have missed in Australia (like the Whitsunday's and the beaches of Sunshine Coast).

I comforted myself with some George Carlin and fell asleep at 9 without even opening my backpacks lest taking out my pajamas or anything.

I thought I'd slept forever when I woke up at 6. I slept until 8 but it still wasn't sunny outside. It's been cloudy with showers all day. At 9 I headed to Gloria Jean's Coffee for some White Hot Chocolate, the sweetest warm drink in the world and to read. Instead I mapped out my plans for the day and some for the week. So today I walked around Brisbane seeing historic buildings, some beautiful parks and took some pictures. Pictured are the town hall, some of the center's tallest buildings and Story Bridge. Later in the week I'll go check out a Koala sanctuary, a mountain top lookout over the city and maybe the zoo and Surfer's Paradise on the Gold Coast if it's warm enough for a swim. I'll probably have to go the movies some night and on Saturday there's a concert at one of the parks I was today. It's the last day of the 22-day Brisbane festival, which I have yet to see a glimpse of.

There's also the Down Under bar & grill next to the other Base hostel which I might have to check out. Because the Canadian guy who came to Proserpine when I did works there and is staying at this hostel for cheaper on the same floor as I am. I bumped in to him on the stairs coming up to my room to write this blog post. After that I ventured to the TV room which was filled with lazy people and I watched two episodes of South Park. It felt too good.

Now it's reading time, then maybe some dinner at Chinatown and tomorrow I'll probably head out to the mountaintop lookout.

Stay strong and keep it real, Finland and the rest of the world!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Dave Angel: Eco Warrior

For pictures of crocodiles, scroll down to previous post.

Contrary to what I wrote on Monday, I had a day off today, on Wednesday. Our working day was short yesterday so when I got back to the hostel I called up and secured myself a spot on a Crocodile Safari for today!

I woke up at five AM and before departing to the safari I watched 8 episodes of HIMYM from seasons 1 and 2. At 9:10 I was picked up from the same bus stop I arrived at only 10 days earlier. (As a side note I have to tell you that as of yesterday, of the six people who arrived on that bus, I'm the only remaining person still at the hostel and working at the farm. For now.) Ten minutes later we were at the campsite base of the tour on the bank of Proserpine River.

After a quick introduction we were whisked off on to a boat on the river, where we sailed downstream and then upstream to see some crocodiles. More about them in a minute. After the boat trip was a BBQ lunch and then we mounted a tractor pulled open air wagon to see some of the bush and wetlands. After that we had some tea, had an opportunity to buy souvenirs and headed back to town.

I was supposed to go see some crocodiles near Cairns, but I didn't dare use my money for that before I had an income. So I was really excited to get on the boat and see some crocodiles today. As I said, we first sailed downstream towards the ocean in search of some "salties" or saltwater crocodiles.

Interesting tidbit No. 1: "Salties" are actually Estuarine crocodiles. Estuarine means a mix of saltwater and freshwater, which is exactly what this part of Proserpine river had. "Salties" also can live in freshwater, say a billabong (Aboriginie for lots of water, a pond) 1.5 Ks from the river.

The owner of the company, Steve, was our navigator and guide for the trip on the river. The most important rule was not to reach outside the boat as a crocodile can launch half of its body out of the water. So a four meter crocodile can snatch, for example, a hand as high as two meters in the air. My limbs stayed well inside the boat for the whole time.

It took us a while, but after seeing just some eyes, nostrils and ears floating on the surface we happened upon a crocodile basking in the sun on the muddy riverbank. I naturally took a couple of pictures.

The crocs didn't mind the boat we were on, because they were used to it, but what they didn't like was the fishing boats going up and down the river and sensing the, they went underwater where they couldn't be seen.

Interesting tidbit No. 2: A crocodile can stay underwater without breathing for up to 6 hours. It's heartbeat slows down to a couple of beats per minute and all the blood from it's three aortas is directed to vital organs; none for the muscles as the croc is stationary.

We saw some baby crocs on the upstream portion of the trip and a female crocodile basking in the sun. She was supposedly one of three girlfriends of one male crocodile. We also saw a bunch of crocs who had only the uppermost parts of their bodies on the shore, while their tails and bag legs were already on the water. The water was so murky that one of them had barely gone underwater when he was unable to be seen.

Interesting tidbit No. 3: 60% of crocodile attacks aka. people being bitten by crocodiles are connected to the use of alcohol. The crocodiles are not the ones doing the drinking.

Interesting tidbit No. 4: In the year 2000 less people in Australia were killed by crocodiles, sharks and snakes combined than by vending machines. Next time you might just want forget about your $2 and not knock the machine over yourself.

We got back to shore safely and were treated to a lovely BBQ lunch. I ate some beef, some chicken, lots of delicious fish, some salads and a piece of bread. I was most surprised by the awesome tasting fish and had some more since the chicken and beef ran out, not literally.

Then we took a ride on the open air wagon, which was a contraption not much different from street car with wheels like the one in Mikkeli if I remember correctly. Only this one was pulled by a tractor, although we didn't do that much off-roading. We had speakers in every wagon, but I was in the one closest to the tractor so I couldn't hear the commentary, while we were moving. The trip wasn't long but we stopped for long parts to listen to our one-eyed (as in he had an eye-patch on one eye, because, well, he had only one eye) guide tell us what we were looking at. He was very informative AND some of the things he told us were thought provoking, at least for me.

We were introduced to different kinds of trees growing in the area and how the aboriginals had used them for various purposes. We were told about billabongs, floods and the resilience of fish eggs. We heard about the differences between fishing and hunting aboriginals. We even learned about the geographical uniqueness of the area and how it relates to farming, my favorite subject.

The first tree we saw was called a sandpaper fig. The unimaginative naming of stuff in Australia forced this name on it because the leaves feel like sandpaper. In fact the sandpaper figs leaves can be used as actual sandpaper. Our guide called the tree an aboriginal supermarket. It can be used for good firewood, making a fire in less than three minutes, strong rope, curing ringworms and another disease I forgot about.

The next tree had such a dense bark that the southern sides of the tree were inflammable. They're wet and there is no oxygen between the multiple layers of the tree. Uses include big strong fishing boats and preparing food in it without burning it. Some well built aboriginal fisherman actually caught a 50-ton humpback whale with a boat built from this tree back in the day.

We then arrived at the billabong where there were a lot of birds. We were introduced to the mountain ranges on the west, east and north sides of the area. Three hundred thousand years ago there used to mountains to the south too, but they weren't strong granite mountains like the others so they eventually eroded away. Back then all this area inside the mountains was a huge base of a volcano. And that's the reason why the area is so fertile. The world's richest sugar cane farmers are here because they don't need fertilizer to grow new crops saving tens of thousands of dollars a year.

One more tree story. The leaves of this one different looking tree could be used for fishing. Rubbing the leaves together in the water causes a lime colorish goo to spill out. When it is unleashed in the billabong it makes all the oxygen in the water evaporate and in twenty minutes all the fish are belly up. Pretty easy fishing.

But if all the fish are dead then how come the same fisherman can do it again at the same billabong six months later? Because of a certain characteristic common to almost all fish eggs in the world. If a fish egg is released in a flooded area and then the water is sucked in to the ground. The fish egg itself is without water. But it doesn't need water. It concentrate to a tiny little cyst, which can survive for 40-60 years without water. It can even survive trucks running it over. When it gets back to the water, e.g. thanks to another flood, the fish will hatch. Fish swimming in a flooded sugar cane field have been spotted in the area.

Last interesting tidbit: The annual rainfall of Proserpine is 2 meters. But in 2007 from March the 1st to March the 14th it rained non-stop for two weeks. Rainfall: 4 meters. The flood water reached a height of two meters, which disappeared in three days once the rain ended. I hope it's not raining too much in Cairns in April when I get back there...

So, that was my crocodile experience. I had some fun, ate good food, was excited and learned to appreciate the nature of an area which has given my body aches and a less than great living area. I also got to thinking about aboriginals and how the European way of living has been wrong for centuries. Take a patch or land, scour it for all you can and when it stops growing stuff just move on to another place. An aboriginal on a walkabout uses only 10% of the natural resources of an area before moving on. When he comes back to the same area, it's fully recuperated. I don't think I could live that way and in our cultures where everything and everyplace is owned by someone instead of just existing naturally it would be impossible.

Deep shit, I know.

Tomorrow it's back to work at least for the day. I might work on Friday if I feel up to it, but it won't fatten up my paycheck for this week. Instead I'd get the money next Friday or Saturday. On Saturday it's packing, maybe Airlie Beach and then an overnight 18 hour bustrip to Brisbane where I'll be a cheap tourist for about a week before heading to chilly Melbourne. Still haven't gotten a call from my future boss though.

Be wise, stand clear of falling vending machines and you should be fine.

Photo Essay: Crocodile Hunter

Monday, September 13, 2010

Slim Pickins

It's the first day of my second week on the Tomato farm. I can't help but say that this definitely is not the job for me. Physically I feel worse and worse every day and even though I've been sleeping for 9 hours a night, I still feel very tired during work. My back feels stiff when I bend over to pick the tomatoes and when I squat down the backs oft knees are dirty and sunburnt so it hurts. It's also restricting the blood flow down my leg and my toes are numb every night, when we get back to the hostel.

For the first week I earned around $800, which is pretty much the minimum for a two week stay here. Add to that the pay from today, tomorrow and Wednesday and I might even end up leaving Proserpine with more money than I had when I decided to come here. Thursday is my day-off and depending in how I feel I might work on Friday or I might not... I'm either leaving on Saturday or early Sunday morning. I'd like to go see some crocodiles, but I probably can't do it on Thursday if I wanna leave this week.

Next up is Brisbane where I want to swim in the ocean, see the sights and try to recuperate from this ordeal before I move down to Melbourne. I'm waiting for details about my upcoming job there buy I will let you know as soon as I get some. Unofficially, I can say that it's going to be very really absolutely cool.

I'll blog more in a couple of days.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Workin' in 'Em Tomato Fields

Hello, and welcome to our first interview with our hero. Zachary.

Q: Where are you now?
A: I'm in Proserpine (pronounced like Prahs'pine) in the middle of the coast of Queensland.

Q: What is Proserpine like?
A: Well, Proserpine is a small town famous for it's sugar plant. The plant's two towers working day and night are the only visible landmark of the area. And nothing much happens here after 6 pm when only the local Woolworth's and pubs are open. Airlie Beach near the Whitsunday Islands is the closest tourist destination.

Q: Seems like a quiet place. What were your first feelings when you got there.
A: I felt horrible. It was a dark Sunday night, everything was closed. The hotel was nasty looking with a little too many people and not enough room. Waking up at 5 the next morning didn't sound very enticing either. But I took a little walk up and down Main Street and watched some HIMYM on DVD in my room.

Q: Where are you staying at?
A: I'm staying at a "hotel" upstairs from O'Duinn's Irish pub. The rent's $175 per week and it includes transportation to and back from work. My room is a small three person room and I've got the top bunk. All of my stuff is under a third of a bed while the other two occupants have built quite a nest for themselves. But it's still okay. I don't wanna get too cozy in a place that's really not. The room's mostly for sleeping and my stuff anyway.

Q: You mentioned something about work. Is that why you're in Proserpine? Tell our readers something about that?
A: I'm working in a tomato field near Bowen, which is a city 70 km back north from here. We work six days a week and we get by "contract" ie. how much we pick. A normal working day lasts close to ten hours. We work in crews of thirteen pickers and one driver. The driver gets payed by the hour but he is responsible for the crop. The pay is the same for the whole team. Picking about seventeen bins nets you $100 after taxes. That's been my team's average for the three days.

Q: Tell us about the work? What is it like?
A: Well, to call it "fun" would be lying. It's quite hard but I don't think life as a tomato picker is harder than life as a moving man. Since a tomato picker has no time for other life and it can feel good to be working outside in good weather. The first couple of days were gruesome. We leave to work at 5:20 and work until 4 or 5 PM. After ten we have our first eating break "Smoko" and after one, we can have lunch. Everybody brings their own lunch and water so most of the workers have a blue Woolworth's cool with 4-5 litres o water and something to eat and snack in it. To pick the tomatoes out of the bush you have to either be bent over or squatting to get to the bottom of the bush. And once your bucket of tomatoes starts to fill up it gets heavier and harder to move. When someone gets a full bucket we form a line and all the buckets are passed to the car with the big bins and emptied in those. The full buckets are very heavy and I've mostly been working next to the car, lifting all the buckets to the driver.

Q: Tell us about your working conditions.
A: It can get really hot and the UV rays are much stronger in Australia so you can get burned really badly if you don't apply enough sun screen. I've got a long sleeved shirt a hat and shorts so I've only burned my neck, nose and my legs. Fortunately not very badly as I try to use sun screen as often as I can. I also have Aloe Vera in my hostel room so that helps. Even though it can be hot the rows of tomatoes are irrigated and the ground is muddy. The mud sticks to your shoes and the bottom of your bucket so working gets heavier. The mud also makes your hands dirty. But when you need to you can clean your hands by smashing a raw green tomato and rubbing it against your hands. At the end of the day you'll have mud on your shins, your finrers and nails plus most of your clothes especially your shoes.

Q: How do you know which tomatoes to pick?
A: Basically what we have to do is leave the bush so that it only has green healthy tomatoes in it. We take out everything that has any color on it. If it's not rotten or too small or ALL red we put in the bucket. The rotten ones we throw to the ground so the bush can grow new better tomatoes. But because we payed by what we pick, most pickers pick some green ones too. That way we get payed more.

Q: You throw the red ones out, why?
A: Because they're soft and by the time they get to the sellers they'll break and mess the rest of the crops.

Q: What do they do with the green ones you pick? Throw them away?
A: Nah, they give the green ones the "German treatment" that is they put them in a gas chamber where one in five tomatoes stays green and the rest are good to go. Once a tomato has color it will turn red without the bush eventually.

Q: Tell us about the people. Who picks tomatoes and for how long?
A: Most people working on the farm are people who want to get a second working holiday visa. That pretty much narrows down the countries that people come to this place for. Most people are from Europe especially Ireland, UK, Germany and France. There are some Swedes, a couple of Fins, some Asians and even Canadians. My other roommate is American. Most people hear say that one shouldn't work on a tomato farm UNLESS they want their second year visa. That requires three months of work on one farm. I'm not going to do that and I doubt I'd want to spend two years in Australia. I believe I can manage with just the 8 months I've got planned.

Q: Today's your day off. Any special plans?
A: My main objective today was buying some essential stuff for living and working. I bought saline to keep my sinuses clear, earplugs to sleep more peacefully, gloves for tomato picking and keeping my nails alive through this ordeal and a new hat cause I lost my green sun hat on my second day. Before today's workers come back I'll visit the store to buy dinner and replenish my lunch stuff. I've been very hungry when we've gotten off work so I need to bring more to eat to the farm. Other than that I'm watching some movies and reading a big book which I hope to finish before I leave so I don't have to haul it around Australia anymore.

Q: Which book?
A: The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy. It's got all five Hitchhiker's books in one volume and it weighs close to one kilogram.

Q: That's heavy. Speaking of going around Austalia, what are you're plans for the future. When are you gonna leave and where are you going to go?
A: I'm waiting for a call from my next employer. He's supposed to be back in Australia on Sunday. Initially we've had some e-mail discussions that work in his company would start the first week of October, three and a half weeks from now. If that's the case I'll leave Proserpine after four or so weeks of farm work and head to Melbourne via plane from Brisbane. If my new job needs me to take an RSA (responsible serving of alcohol) course, I might leave earlier. If the job were to fall through i'd probably stay for six weeks to get my $180 deposit back. After that I'd go to Sydney and get an RSA and maybe other courses done to have better job opportunities around the country.

Q: I have no more questions. Keep working hard and enjoy the rest of your day off!
A: I will, let's do this again, soon!

Saturday, September 4, 2010

The Show Must Go On

So I've stayed the last six days at Cairns Beach House hostel. I've done arraingements, seen a couple doppelgängers and met a horseheaded Asian. I've walked, sweated, cried and talked. But I haven't found a job anywhere near Cairns. So...

I'm gonna go pick tomatoes to a place called Proserpine. If it doesn't sound very familiar it's because nobody's ever heard of it. The last tourists to pass through were seen in the early 1900's. The population is approximately 5000. It's over a 1000 kilometers north from Brisbane. And it's my home for the next 4-6 weeks! Yippee!

On the bright side the weather should be nice and the pay good so I might get to be a real tourist before 2011. So far my working holiday hasn't included neither; Work nor holiday. Only unemployment. Now I'll at least have (some of) the first part covered. My next job is already lined up so 2010 is shaping up to be an okay spring/summer down under.

After securing the job today, I went shopping with recently transferred money. I bought shoes, shorts and two shirts to be my working clothes. I also bought a lunch box and some snacks for my 10-hour bus trip tomorrow. Did I not mention that? My buttocks will hate me when I get back to Finland.

Tomorrow at 7:25 I'll leave Cairns and it's tourist attractions and at 6:00 PM I'll arrive in Proserpine. And around 6:00 AM Monday morning I will slowly start to make my body a slave for the dolla dolla, holla!

My backpacks are packed so all I have to do is shower and try to get some sleep. Wake up is at 6:00 AM. Good practice!

If you don't hear from me for a couple of days it'll either mean my fingers are too tired or that I'm dead.

Wish me luck!

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Don't Stop Believin'

"Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

I was walking the streets of Cairns when I came upon a man who looked like a horse. This Asian man asked me if I wanted to cook mushrooms with him. I declined but he let me take his picture anyway.


"Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice,
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on"

So, I was going around Cairns looking at notice boards in Hostels looking for job opportunities. But I couldn't concentrate because I had tanning and getting my nails done on my mind.


"Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlights people"

After scouring all the notice boards in the city and even getting a phone call from a potential employer, I feel pretty optimistic about getting a job in the near future. Tomorrow I'll push on, making phone calls and such. I hope it pans out.

"Don't stop believin'
Hold on
Streetlight people"