Saturday, December 27, 2014

Happy Holidays!

Thought I'd start this entry with a bit of cuteness...


Sooo many wallabies at once!


And they seem to be just as interested in us as we are in them...

Today marks the last day of our holiday days off. Three days turned into five, but no complaints here ;)

The last days at work were as every other, except that less and less people showed up and the fruit got more and more ripe. We ended up outside our VHT-comfort and back in the heat for the last day and then happily drove off into the sunset, knowing we wouldn’t have to wake up early, get out of bed, prepare food etc…

Rachel and Tarn left work and went straight to family Christmas business, so we came home to an empty house. You know you’ve found great housemates, when you miss them before even stepping through the gate. We realized that this time around, our working experience is not only closer to us because we “feel” our jobs more, but also because this time around, we don’t feel like the typical backpackers and have made more local connections. Aside from our short time camping out in front of the shed in Katherine, we’ve always had our own four walls or shared them with Aussies. Every time we talk to other backpackers and are asked about our plans here in Oz, it’s all about work, visiting some friends and then starting our “real” travels in Asia. The excitement about discovering and exploring an unknown land is replaced by a warm comfort of being back in a place where we spent some of the best times of our lives. Re-visiting memories and building new ones. It’s still an adventure and it’s still incredibly fun, but there’s a certain feeling of safety and less nervousness than four years ago.

We have also been extraordinarily lucky this time around. I mean, we have had work for the last three months, we live in a beautiful house and have had no larger hiccups. And for the first time in a while, we had the house to ourselves AND no work! And man, did we make use of it ;) From the 24th till this very moment, the couch has been occupied by our lazy bums. Staying in bed till hunger drives us out, preparing wonderful meals, watching movies and series (Btw, why have I only discovered Newsroom now? What an amazing show!) , short shopping trips for “special stuff” (such as baguette for breakfast, a chocolate bar, a bottle of wine) and an afternoon in our backyard getting some sun, reading and watching the colorful parrots in our mango tree – that is what our holidays were made of. And it has been BEAUTIFUL!

Christmas Eve was a charming little fail. After a wonderfully lazy day, we got ready for our planned steak dinner out with a good friend of ours who was coming from a caravan park. For the first time in a few months, I put on jeans, earrings and make-up – and didn’t recognize myself! We walked down the empty streets of Ayr looking for a place that had been suggested to us. When we finally found it, it seemed like the entire youth of Ayr-suburbia had gathered there, all dolled up and ready to party. And despite just wanting a steak, we had to show ID, which Moe had forgotten. So after walking back home and finally being let in, we sat around for a while laughing at us sitting in a bistro/pub with extremely loud music pumping in the background, everyone basically screaming at each other and girls in very revealing clothes running around us – on Christmas Eve. And then… the kitchen was closed for the night. And so was the Steak house down the street, the pub at the corner, the Chinese restaurant and the Indian restaurant. So what do you do when you can’t get your steak dinner on Xmas? Yes, you go to Domino’s Pizza and make your Christmas calls home in the parking lot waiting for your 5$ Value Pizza.
It ended up a very nice evening though with some drinks and good conversation sitting outside with Maren and a friend of hers. And after calculating three time differences (yes, we have managed to be on 4 different continents and put as much distance between each other as possible this year) and talking to the family, we were happy to put all that Christmas madness behind us.

Tomorrow we go back to work and will probably continue on till mid January. And then… who knows (like I said, this is still an adventure) :)

I hope all of you had happy holidays, spent with delightful people, ate amazing food (because in the end, that’s what it’s all about anyways) and spread some holiday cheer! Enjoy the last few days of 2014 and “Guten Rutsch”! See you in 2015 :)

Here some pictures of our holidays:


Beautiful Breakfast. 


TV-Dinner Deluxe.


And I mean Deeeluxe! Making up for our Christmas Eve pizza.


Our backyard. A rare sighting of Mo hanging up laundry!


Our mango tree and bird congregation place.


Happy Campers :) 

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Summertime In The VHT

It’s 8:30 in the morning and I am sitting at the dining table of our humble abode, just having heard that we start work a bit later today. So instead of crawling back under the sheets – as tempting as that may be right now – I decided to seize the day and type up another little update.


Our humble abode. Have I mentioned that we absolutely looove living here?!


On our way to work. Always a scenic route. 



The packing shed

We have been here for three weeks now and work has been good. Our days haven’t been as consistently long as in Katherine, but usually between 8h and 14h. The packing shed here is a bit smaller, but filled with double the amount of people and running at double the speed. Or so we hear… because Mo and I have been given positions in the VHT – the Vapour Heat Treatment – and are sealed off from the outside world.
In addition to the normal mango packing shed, the farm here in Giru has a facility in which the mangos are treated with heat to enable export to Korea and China.
The room in which they are packed – lovingly dubbed “The Box” - is a strict quarantine area. You get in through two doors, one leads into the airlock, in which all packing materials are fumigated and once this one is properly closed again, the second one opens into our kingdom.


Mo is in control of everything post-pack – which fruit gets tipped, how the boxes are packed, labeled and stacked and ensuring the orders are completed in time. And he is quite good at it! Chris is our forklift driver and keeps everyone’s moods up by just being him. Rachel and Tarn – the bosses kids, our house-mates and two wonderful people to live, work and enjoy our free time with, Masako – the packing queen in Katherine, and myself are in charge of packing the mangoes. And in some cases, polishing and packing – ugh! The heat from the treatment can cause the mangos to “sweat” sap, which leaves shiny stains along the fruit. When sap-ridden batch comes down the line, we get to shine them up with a soggy cloth – all.day.long. After a day like that my hands are dry and sensitive and my fingers so incredibly sore that they just stay in a permanent enclosing-a-mango position. But when the fruit is good, we smash through those bins in no time at all and finish the day with a smile…


Tarn and Rachel :)


Tipping the bin...


Polishing them mangoes...





Moe putting in the last bin. But shhhh, don't tell anyone...
(He's actually not allowed to drive that forklift)




Definite pros of being in the VHT are the cool temperature (air-conditioned to the max!) and the fact that we get to listen to music. Amazing how a good beat or some sing-along tunes can keep you on your toes.


Cons include the seclusion from the outside world, the constant hot-cold 15degree temperature difference, having to rely on the treatment going well (my extra 2h this morning are, for example, thanks to something going wrong) and a clash in personality/professionalism/attitude with our quality controller. Said person has been the only reasons why a fun day at work could turn sour and frustration could spread amongst us. Bossy and unfriendly, condescending and petty – and all that without really having much of a clue about mangoes! And though the problem has been addressed and management is doing their best to keep her off our backs, I don’t think it’s over quite yet. Oh well, grin and bear it, I guess. 
Everything else is fine and actually fun. After three months with Manbulloo, we have noticed ourselves getting more and more involved in the goings on and attached to the name and company. We're "feeling" it, as some might say. We've come to appreciate the work on a different level than we did four years ago and are happy that they have come to trust and appreciate us and what we do for them. And on the other hand, we cannot thank them enough for how they have treated us in return.


The view during our breaks.

Aside from work, we are enjoying our time in Ayr and surroundings. Free time is spent in the kitchen cooking up a storm, on the couch watching movies, and yesterday we hung out at the beach in Alva loading up on some much needed vitamin D, playing with crabs and soaking in the salty pool made by sand dunes closing off the ocean (and stingers, crocs and sharks) from the beach.
It’s definitely a good life here and we are enjoying it. At the same time, the excitement about the months to come is growing. Christmas and New Year are just another two days that will come and pass this year. And I have a gut-feeling that next year is going to be legend… wait for it …ary! :)


Getting ready for the beach.


Vast and secluded.


Finally, sunlight!


Superman - Alva-Beach-style :)


Both with good friend in hand. (Tarn caught a crab.)


From afar it looked like the sand was moving...


...up close it looked like something from a horror film.





Friday, December 5, 2014

…Go! Roadtrip from Katherine to Ayr (Or From Mangoes to Mangoes)


Time flies when you’re having fun. Or so the saying goes. In our case, time also flies when you were having fun and then got very busy very fast. So it has been a week since our little road trip and thank god I took some notes along the way or else I wouldn’t be able to tell you all about the first real travels we did here in Australia this time around…

Day 1: Fuses and Delays – Bye bye Katherine!
Distance: 93km

We finally got the green light to pack up and leave on Monday (27.11.). After finishing our last 4h shift of wrapping those dragontooth mangoes, we started packing for a seemingly never-ending evening. Kitchen, clothes, bedding, cleaning stuff etc ect ect. We also finally cleaned our car, which by the way, has a new old white door with a now fully functional (though still slightly difficult) window. Packed to the brim, we drove down that dirt road one last time the next morning. What a feeling (key: song)! After dropping off two friends at the side of the road (literally, because they hitchhiked up to Darwin), we bought provisions for the trip and visited Darren, our mechanic of choice. Because we are now responsible adults (and traumatized), we had him check our car from top to toe and service it. Good thing too, because we found out that we had nails stuck in two tires – guess that’s what we get for off-roading around the farm. Other than that, we were happy to find out that all was good under the hood.

Moe changed a few fuses and all of a sudden we had a car with fully functioning perks, such as the cigarette lighter socket, dashboard lights and warning blinkers (Moe is at this moment reading my blog and has kindly informed me that they are called hazard lights and that "warning blinkers" is very German) …and cruise control (more on that later).
Fixing two tires delayed us for a few hours, which we spent walking around Katherine town (for the first time in 2 months) and getting stuck in McDonalds during a rain shower.

By the time we actually drove out of this most-uncharming-town-I’ve-ever-been-to, it was late afternoon and we made it exactly 93km to the nearest rest area.
Here, surrounded by termite mounds as tall as me, we set up camp. Compared to a van, in which everything has it’s place, living in a station wagon is quite the pain in the ass. Everything had to be moved and stowed away somewhere else, so we could make our bed in the back. 



Blowing up a queen sized mattress without a pump was fun too. Slightly light headed and sweaty, we moved into our new home-on-wheels and enjoyed the rest of the evening with pre-cooked chili con carne and series. Every once in a while it started raining, which meant we had to close the windows. Instant sauna. The trunk had to stay closed as well, since it doesn’t stay closed without a stick holding it up and I was too scared of accidentally amputating a foot by kicking the stick. Also, we didn’t have a mosquito net for the trunk (we did for the windows) and every time we opened it the bugs would come swarming in – being the only source of light for miles.

We fell asleep to the sound of bats beating each other up in the tree right in front of our window and woke up to birds and sunlight and wet sweaty pillows.



Day 2: Mataranka and Cruise Control
Distance: 800km

Being the strategic travelers that we are, the choice of rest area was perfectly planned (uh huh). Because only 12km further down the road was Mataranka, a little town with beautiful hot springs (which aren’t hot – I still don’t get why the Aussies call so many fresh water springs “hot” when they are actually cool). The short walk there through a little palm forest is deafening. 



The flying foxes fight for space in the trees and screech so loudly you think your eardrums will rupture. The beautiful crystal clear blue water was just the right temperature and there was nobody else there. After some time we were joined by a little wallaby that strolled around on the other side of the pool and munched on fallen fruit and didn’t seem afraid of us at all. And if the refreshing dip wasn’t heavenly enough, there was a free shower in the caravan park (that is the entrance to the pools)!


Me excited about swimming next to a wallaby


A wallaby excited about standing next to me


These are giant evil looking things 


Breakfast was served on another rest area – next to a burnt out car.


Dishes with a view

Dishes were done on yet another rest area (since the water tank on the one before was empty) – with probably the best view one can have while doing dishes. When we were done, little tiny birds came to take a bath in the puddle we left.

Since the road trip was actually more of a crossing – from the center to the east coast – and meant to get us from A to B (from mangoes to mangoes), most of our time was spent driving. And driving in Australia is an experience on its own. Endless straight roads through nothingness. Bush on your left and right, sometimes burnt, sometimes green, sometimes with trees, sometimes with shrubbery, the horizon shifting without noticeable curves in the road and the most amazing sky. I don’t know why, but the sky here really is beautiful and different from anywhere I’ve ever been. No lights, no power lines, no buildings to obstruct the view. Every few hundred kilometers you pass through a little town or a zip by a roadhouse with horrendous fuel prices. But other than that, you just drive…


After we figured out how to use our cruise control, we could hardly call it driving anymore. It was more like sitting and holding the wheel in one position. Easy on the body and nerves and before you know it or feel it, a few hundred kilometers have streamed passed your window.


Don't you wish you could drive like this, mommy? ;)



During our lunch break, we shared a rest area with another group of backpackers. One came over and offered us some mangoes – some guy we had actually seen before around Darwin and Katherine. All I could do was laugh, because we too had a whole big bowl of fruit in the car (thanks to which it always smelled sweet and tropical). He understood right away: “Alrighty, you guys worked mangoes too, huh?” and walked back to his van with his bulging bag.

Highlight of my evening: Stopping at a roadhouse called Threeways – named for being at one of the very few intersections of highways in this country. Moe came back from paying for gas and ice with a Magnum Salted Caramel. Surprise Ice Cream is definitely the best kind there is! Best boyfriend ever! (Though maybe a little difficult to understand, why ice cream was the best part of my day… Remember that we are living on a tight budget and hardly ever spend on sweet nothings. Especially not when they cost as much as our budget for a whole meal (sometimes for the both of us))

Fun fact: The first time we loaded gas after leaving Katherine was after exactly 666,66km! And that in a car that cost us 600$. Hmmm…might we have sold our souls for a set of wheels…?

Though we had actually said that we wouldn’t drive at night, Moe couldn’t help it. For some reason he just enjoys it. So there we are, driving in the pitch black bush, when he has to relieve himself and pulls over on the side of the highway. Not a car or other sign of life in sight. Music blasting a bad 90s mix. He gets back into the car and the engine won’t start. We try again. And again. And I’m already dreaming up scenarios of us stranded in the Outback in the middle of the night, being attacked by dingoes or being towed by the guy from Wolf Creek. Luckily, a few minutes and many skipped heart beats later, our engine roared back to life and we were back on our way.

After such a successful set up the evening before, we decided to try out the tent for the evening. We found a suitable rest area and managed – though kicking and jerking to keep the bugs out of our face (headlamp in the bush – not a good idea) – to set it up. The area under the tree was glittering with the many eyes of very very big spiders, so we moved it two meters away. Right. Like those eight hairy legs won’t make it that far. Also, we discovered that we had a bird stuck in the front of our car.

Due to the larger mesh of the tent, we had to turn off all lights, because the bugs were squeezing though somehow. So there we were, in the pitch black, with a view of the stars from our bed, the wind howling and shaking our tent – quite the beautiful night after all.


Day 3: Finally Queensland
Distance: 970km

The next morning we were woken early by the surprisingly strong sunlight. Imagine the average temperature in summer in Germany – at 7am! After a good breakfast in the front seats of our car (we never invested in a table or chairs), I drove the first 400km to Mount Isa (after 200km we whooped and cheered as we crossed the border into Queensland). The landscape on the way changed from the bush we knew and had become accustomed to, to flat nothing. Absolute nothing. Pale golden dry grass. Also an experience.



Driving into Mount Isa was like an assault on the eyes – gray, industrious and ugly. A cliché mining town, though apparently one of the single most productive mines in the world (thank you, Wikipedia). But hey, it was civilization! Our visit to this town boiled down to food and charging our cellphone in the hallway leading to the bathrooms of a small mall while being looked at funny by the passers-by.

The drive out of Mount Isa lead through ranges. All of a sudden there were curves and hills and crests. And it was beautiful. Without noticing, we had risen to over 350m above sea level. So we cruised our way back down, Traumwelt playing in the background.

Imagine driving through this...

...listening to this:      https://soundcloud.com/traumwelt/sets/traumwelt-lp (I'm serious, if you don't know it yet, listen to it NOW!)

By the afternoon I was two-toned. Completely sunburned on one side and night-shift pale on the other.

So what had changed after crossing over into Queensland? More road signs. More power lines and railroad tracks. Strong gusts of wind threatening to push us off the road. Giant birds that stand like statues by the side of the road and then scare the hell out of you when the fly off just as you drive by. Bigger kangaroos. More developed farmland. The feeling of getting closer to more populated areas. So many roadtrains.

Only in Australia

That night we slept on a free campground behind a hotel in a little town called Prairie. At around 10pm, we pulled up in front of the closed looking hotel, wondering if our Roadmap was lying about being able to sleep here for free, when a man came out. “Yous lookin’ for a place to camp, are ya? Gate’s open out back! Need anything to drink? Righty-O, g’night.”

Day 4: Budgies and Beach (and CVS)
Distance: 350km

I heart Prairie. I think I just might have bought a t-shirt with that on it. Maybe I should have asked one of the 106 citizens of Prairie to make me one. Though we only spent a night and a few hours there, it was lovely. A free camp without bugs. Waking up with blue skies above us and a cool breeze. 

Waking up to this...


...and this...



Cooking breakfast in the nearby Windmill Park – guess what? It’s a park with a big ol’ windmill in it. 


Yin yang


Admit it, you're jealous...

The trees around us were filled with little green and yellow budgies – the kind you usually only see in pet stores. And some gray and pink parrots. It had a kind of tropical wild wild west charm.



Budgies!


I Heart Prairie

The short drive to Townsville was quite picturesque. And what do two travellers like Moe and I do after spending two months in the bush…? We buy a baguette, a roast chicken and drive to the closest beach. Ah, the ocean! Water! Sand! Heavenly! But as it is in this country, a sign warning about stingers and crocs kept us out of the water.

Saunders Beach



Looking for a place to spend the night, we stumbled across Bluewater Park. Our trusty Roadmap told us there were free showers there and that was reason enough to check it out. After…no, I won’t tell you how long… basta, it was good to shower. In our bathing suits. Outside.


Now, for those who don’t know me inside out, back in May I hung out in the hospital for some time, while doctors tried their best to find out why I have random and sudden attacks of nausea sometimes. Many tests later, I was discharged with the wastebasket diagnosis of Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome. Inexplicable, no real cure, just happens sometimes. I have been CVS-free for a few months now, but for some odd reason, it decided to stop by again that late afternoon. I just about made it out of the shower and into some clothes before it started. Having a paramedic boyfriend, the doctors in Manila prescribed this anti-nausea medicine intravenously – meaning Moe gets to poke me with a needle (much to his enjoyment). So, in Blackwater Park, on a rest area, sitting in the front seat of a car, Moe got to inject me for the first time. Too bad it didn’t help. I continued to be retching and restless. So this is where I lost all sense of time and place and longed for my couch in Berlin or my bed in Manila. Though I was well taken care of… Moe set up the tent. I collapse into the tent and everything after that is a blur of sleep, sweat and my head in a plastic bag. In between there I remember peppermint tea, an improvised hot water bottle and being half-carried to the bathroom because I was too weak to walk – best boyfriend ever. At some point the darkness swallowed me and I think that made me quite happy.

Not many pictures of this evening.

Day 5: Ayr
Distance: 90km

After the rain comes sun again… The next morning was such a relief. Feeling better somehow always makes you feel even better. Still a bit shaky on my legs, we had a relaxed morning and then headed over to Ayr, our new home for the next I-don’t know-how-many weeks.
The town has a population of around 8000 and is known for the huge sugar cane plantations around it. Basically, it’s a charming little place with two supermarkets, a main shopping road, a couple of fast food joints and a small cinema. Very quaint and somehow comfy. Then again, everything is comfy after Katherine.

Late afternoon we joined one of our bosses in the house we were offered to stay in. Jackpot! After a kitchen-adjoined room in a blue container, we now live in a very nice house with all facilities one could wish for, have a big room with the most comfortable bed and even a little yard. It is more than we could have ever hoped for.

Day 6: Sunday Lovely Sunday
Distance: 16km and a few hundred meters

I know, we have arrived at our destination. The road trip is over. But since we didn’t have to start work till Monday, I thought I’d include the first Advent. The official start of the countdown to Christmas. Haha. We’ve managed to ignore the decorations and songs. Just doesn’t feel right to get all festive, while working for a farm that sells “A taste of Australian Summer”. So instead of lighting a candle and baking cookies, we spent the morning in our room, enjoying fast internet and aircon. Then drove to Alva Beach in the afternoon and lay around in the shade playing Backgammon. And finally went to see the new Hunger Games in the little movie theatre in town.
Life is sweet.







And Monday we went to work… But I’ll get into that next week ;)