And he's still alive!
And in Birchip, in the village in which everyone really wants to live. Since we had a pub in which one particular weekend a lot of nice people can meet (especially truckers) there, but otherwise rather spiritual drought. A so-called IGA, a kind of clear corner shop with a lot of overpriced products, but each of the 800 residents forced to buy because it cheaper to store the next half a tank of fuel already squandered. Of course, a church, police, a mechanic who tries along the way for three weeks to repair my car, and a lot of dogs around it ... in fact nothing but cornfields. As far as the eye can see. How beautiful is this?
But let's start from the front to:
When I last wrote, really something, and I'm very sorry for quite a while since we arrived in KleinAdeleide , we have something away on a nearby campground made wide and the last days of unemployment in Australia is also known as travel, enjoyed. Shortly afterwards, and about 500 miles later reflected our faces in the shop door of the camp of our choice (such as if we had had one, püh!) again. notice after a few nice words with the natives (and indeed virtually every major except meat and bakery), we had to fact that the cheapest, and so far the most comfortable place to live, an old caravan was growing. Unfortunately at this time crowded with all sorts of junk. The owner was so nice and, of course, the thing for us (more or less) cleared. Used the time and we went to Bendigo, a beautiful and really realize something bigger city, you usually on MCDoof and its larger brethren HungryJacks and KFC. We had new home for some shopping, enjoyed one last time, the wireless LAN plus ice-called fast food and especially the last time in the sacred sleeping car that at the moment comatose on a new engine waiting (thanks FORD!).
Three days later we moved into the now sizeable caravan visited our new job ... oh yes!
That's actually the reason why we practice here in the Dustbowl in renunciation and austerity. Work! And what do we work? Hard to imagine but true, cereal. Sometimes, our, or rather my misgivings, grain shoveling must taken shape. But this is only a small part of the work.
But let me pick the backpacker beard and tell what it is all about:
The company "AWB Grain Flow operates so-called warehousing of grain for local farmers. In plain German, this means the farmers usually have so much land that they can not carry at a time (probably also because of the long distances) and all the harvested grain must be stored. That happens on a so-called "Site" in tarpaulin-covered bunkers and laid out (simple steel framed framed oblong Areas) or in silos.
Peggy has the slightly lighter, more shaded, but get with ner whole lot of responsibility related work. It is a kind of control panel on which they different cereals (qualitative), conducted by conveyor belts to various bunker after the trucks have unloaded it. And because she sometimes has to do anything else, it returns the way half the space. My work is then a bit more diverse. Of said blades really stupid cereal apart quite interesting, but exhausting, not least because of high temperatures. But someone has to cover the grain pile, too. And that is half a science in itself, where you can make amazingly few mistakes.
Our colleagues, the "most important" to stay with us at the campground, but except for some very nice and professional morons are now extremely close to my heart. We seem to them even if we were already "the kids" is the name =) The chief we even have a dinner (consisting of too much pizza and too much beer) behind us, which surprised me a bit personally, because it really is something of un. But very much worth it because we now know all the boss and he better especially for us (Ob's been lying on the beer or not, who knows ...)
Nevertheless, our plan do not add all here to make big money as we did in the first instance of a spanner in the rain and we were, for example, this week does not work . The next month, but hopefully a bit dry and it jumps out more for us. And no, we are not about the money here ...
So all in all really nice here, except for lack of internet and mobile phone reception and a few other little things.
That's then home again dear heart. I wish you all a beautiful, hopefully snowy Christmas December.
See you later ;-) because
your Niggo!
Photos on her would have to still give bissl that I can currently upload bad ... but your patience will be rewarded!
