08.11.2009 - 13.11.2009
Sunday we forced ourselves to get up at 8am so we could checkout in time creeping quietly round the room so not to wake our comotosed roomates. Unfortunately I forgot my key when I had a shower so had to knock & wake people up anyway to get back in!
By lunchtime we had picked up our 'work' vouchers from Peterpans & checked into Tin Billys Hostel, which was a medium-sized, dilapidated building situated above its own pub. Vix spent the afternoon doing more flyer work & I slept. In the evening we chatted to our new roomates in our small, scruffy, ten bed dorm who like everyone else seemed to ignore the no alcohol in the hostel rule (more money for the bar downstairs) drinking copious amounts of goon. Apart from the speaker announcement that fun stuff was going on in the bar that we were missing (spoke by a guy working behind the bar with much desperation - meaning the place was nearly empty) we had a nice, relaxing evening & thankfully weren't kept awake by noise from the bar.
Monday our roomates checked out so we had the place to ourselves for abit. Outside we bumped into Irish Paul who had got a job as floor manager for Peterpans & after congratulating him went off to find ourselves work. Sadly, most of the shops in town either had staff or had something against backpackers (sounds paranoid but it was true) & the job rep at XBase hostel dashed our hopes for more fruitpicking work saying that floods had damaged the crops so work was scarce! It was clearly going to be hard to get a job!
Tuesday & Wednesday was spent mainly looking for work & one agency Randstadt told Vicky that her ten years experience & all her qualifications gave her no advantage in Australia in fact any work would be paid at $18 not $25!
Thursday after recovering from a night of intense snoring from a Korean guy we decided to do some sight-seeing so chose Roma St Gardens. It should have been straight forward to reach, afterall there were several entrances. Yet we somehow still struggled to find the damn place eventually working out we could get across from the back of Roma St Station. Several escalators later we reached the gardens. They were bigger than we thought. Several large fields joined a lake & wooded bbq area complete with ducks on the ground level. Multiple walkways ran round the lake & up the cliffs, crisscrossing to dizzying heights. Further along the cliffs was a waterfall & pathways cutting through small garden parks until reaching the roadside. It was a beautiful place for our picnic. Apart from the skyscraper appartments the place seemed peacefully isolated.
Friday we packed & dropped our bags off with Paul, who had quit his job after being screwed over by the company (paid 'some' vouchers not cash for all his long hours) so I could do flyering & Vicky could finally earn money doing agency childcare work. In the evening we fetched our bags & were picked up by Uncle Kev & taken to his house, enjoying the luxury of a healthy meal cooked for us & a comfortable lounge which didn't smell bad (unlike Tin Billy's).