Asjad ei lähe alati plaanipäraselt/Things don’t always go as planned

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Ega tegelikult mul palju Brisbaine’st rääkida pole. Enamjaolt ma niisama veetsin aega sõbraga ja tähistasin viisa kättesaamist. Linn iseenesest on okei, nagu iga teine suurlinn. Samas ma palju sellest rääkida ei saa, sest ma veetsin seal ainult 4 päeva. Aga seltskond oli tore, mis oli peamine minu jaoks.

Kui ma tagasi Adelaide’s olin, hakkasin ma tööd otsima. Austraalias tööd lihtsalt niisama oma CVd emailides ei saa, siin peab kohvikutesse kohale minema ja ennast nö müüma mänedžerile. Mul oli ikka hull paanika selle koha pealt, noh, ma vihkan kõnede tegemist, see on üks asi, aga minna kohale ja anda resümee näost näkku kätte? Ei aitäh.

Ja noh, eks ma siis olin rahutu ja veidi õnnetu, et ma tööd ikka meili saates ei saa (21 sajandi probleemid eksole). Pluss, teine asi oli see, et ma olin väga mugavustsoonis seal. Sõbrad, elukoht jne oli kõik olemas. Mul oli lihtsalt väikest lüket vaja. Seetõttu ma taotlesin töökohti ka väljaspool linna. Üks hetk mõtlesin, et nüüd peab veel äkki Stanthorpe’i tagasi minema, aga seda ma ka teha ei tahtnud.

Lõpuks sain kõne ühelt motellilt Berridale’ist (reaalselt kuskil karuperses). Sain töö ja järgmine hetk olin juba lennuki peal, teel Canberrasse, kust edasi sõitsin bussiga sellesse väikesesse külasse. Seal veetsin aega töötades, vahepeal 60 tundi nädalas. Motell oli nö ühe hooaja motell ka, mis tähendas, et see oli lihtsalt maha jäätud 6 kuuks, igal pool olid ämblikuvõrgud ja üleüldiselt suhteliselt rõvedad toad. Aga polnud hullu, inimesed kellega ma koos elasin ja töötasin olid toredad, ja raha oli okei ka.

Üks laupäeva õhtu, kell 9 sain bossilt kõne. Teadsin mis saama hakkab, sest 5 minutit enne minu kõne, helistas ta mu toakaaslase ja vallandas ta. Noh, kurb meel mul polnud, emps ütles kah, et pole ikka õige Austraalia kogemus, kui sind vallandatud pole. Ma täitsa nõustun. Pealegi, mis seal ikka, reisides ei lähe kunagi nii nagu plaanis on, see on lihtsalt elu.

I’m not gonna talk much about Brisbane, mainly because there’s not much to talk about it, other than I didn’t actually do much but it was great to catch up with a friend of mine and just be stress free since what it seems like for forever. The city itself is okay, nothing really special about it, more or less like every other bigger city but I obviously can’t judge it too much because I haven’t  actually given it a proper chance. But the company was great which was all I really needed after a stressful time.

Once back in Adelaide, I started my job hunt to fund the rest of my travels. So, the way you get a job in Adelaide is actually going to the cafes/restaurants and handing in your resume yourself and having a little chat to the manager. Or you can also call but the most effective way is actually going in person. No one replies to emails here. Now, I get very very anxious at times like these. I used to hate making phonecalls (I still don’s enjoy them but having done so much of them here, I’ve grown out of the fear in a way).

But the thing is, in Adelaide I was still really comfortable, I had a place to stay, I love everyone I was surrounded with, I was home. So I needed a little kick. I had no luck in the city with jobs (though  I also didn’t give it that much time lol) (but to be fair, Adelaide has a really high unemployment rate). Therefore I also applied to jobs outside of Adelaide. I thought I was gonna have to go back to Stanthorpe but I didn’t also wanna do that at all.

Eventually though, I got a call from a motel in the middle of nowhere, Berridale (it was close’ish to the snowy mountains in NSW). Anyways, I got the job, booked my flight to Canberra and the bus to Berridale and I was out of Adelaide in a couple of days.

I was doing housekeeping at a motel, sometimes doing 60 hours a week. It was a one season motel, therefore nothing had actually been touched in that motel for more than 6 months lol. The work was fine, fairly boring not going to lie, but the people that I lived and worked with were good and the pay was pretty good as well.

Then, 3 weeks in, on a Saturday at 9 pm I got a call from my boss saying „Maria I’ve got some bad news for you.“ I mean, I knew exactly what was coming because my roommate had been fired 5 minutes beforehand.

Next thing I know I’m packing my bag to get the hell out of Berridale. I was never sad about it, that’s just life. Besides, things rarely go as planned while travelling.

 

 

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Mis peale farmitööd sai/What happened after farm work

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Hei, hei

Kaks postitust ühel päeval, täitsa hull.

Mul oli emotsionaalselt väga raske oodata oma viisa tulemust. Mulle tundus, et nad tegelesid kõige muude asjadega, kui minu viisaga. Kuigi ma armastan Adelaide’i ja mul oli hea meel olla jälle kodus, ma olin väga rahutu terve see aeg. Ma ei maganud korralikult, ma olin stressis ja ma ei teadnud mida oma eleuga peale hakata, sest ma ei saanud kuskile liikuda ka.

Ma nutsin ka paar korda, sest mul olid närvid läbi, ma magasin halvasti ja üleüldse olin lihtsalt suures stressis. Aga ma viimasel ajal olen hakanud uskuma sellesse, et juhtub see mis peab juhtuma. Ja kui sa piisavalt positiivset energiat universumisse suunad, siis juhtuvad sinuga ka head asjad.

Ma kunagi kuskil lugesin, et universum vastab sulle ainult sõnaga “jah.” Näiteks, kui sa ütled “mul on vaja raha,” siis universum vastab sulle “jah, on küll.” Aga kui sa sõnastad seda veidike teistmoodi ja ütled “ma saan raha,” siis universum ütlem sulle “jah, saad küll.” Tean, et see on super nõme näide, aga saate arur küll, mida ma mõtlen. Põhimõtteliselt, sõnadel ja mõtetel on jõud.

10. mai, peale kuu aega ootamist, sain ma lõpuks oma “jah” vastuse.

Ilus päev oli. Ma käisin Emmaga matkamas, päike paistis, me nägime isegi hülgesi meres suplemas. Koju sõites ma vaatasin oma meili, ja seal see oli. See meil, mida ma oodanud olin. Me ekarjusime ja ma nutsin ja õhtul me jõime head veini ja tellisime Tai toitu. Ahjaa, ja ma ostsin lennupiletid Brisbaine’i ja tagasi, tahtsin sõbrale külla minna. Ja noh, mõtlesin, et väärin midagi head peale kõike seda ootusärevust.

It was tough waiting for the results of my visa. The government took their fucking time, more than a month for sure. So during the time in Adelaide, while I loved staying with Em and my second fam, it was really stressful. I was so anxious most of the time, I hated just standing still and doing nothing and I was so tired of everyone constantly asking me whether I have heard anything or not.

I definitely cried a couple of times because I was tired of waiting and I was so afraid I wasn’t eventually going to get it. But on the other hand I am a big believer in whatever’s meant to happen, will happen. I also believe that if you put enough positive energy into the universe, good things will come your way.

I once read somewhere that the universe will only say the words “yes,” so for example, if you were to say to the universe “I need money,” the universe will say “yes you do.” So instead of saying that, you should say “I will get money” and the universe will say “yes you will.” It’s a super lame example but I believe words and thoughts have a lot of power.

So on the 10th of May, after roughly a month and a bit of waiting, I could finally say I got my second year visa grant notification.

It was a beautiful day. Em and I went hiking, the sun was shining and on our way home I was refreshing my email for the third time that day and there it was – the one and only email I’d been waiting for forever. There was a lot of squealing and a bit of crying and so many different emotions all at once. When we got home, we opened a good bottle of wine I had bought from a winery before and we ordered Thai food. Oh, and I booked a flight to Brisbane to visit a friend of mine. I just felt like I needed to do something nice for myself after a while.

Farmitöö plussid ja miinused (+ pildid sellest ajast)/Pros and cons of farm work (+ pictures from that time)

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Heihopsti, andestust, ma olen laisk olnud.

P.S. Ma ausaltöeldes soovitan pigem lugeda seda inglise keelset postitust, sest mul seal tavaliselt rohkem kirjutatud.

Ma olen vist mingi pool aastat maas oma postitustega, aga ma veel täitsa alla pole andnud. Ma mõtlesin küll, et teen mitu väiksemat postitust farmitöö kohta, aga no absoluutselt viitsimist pole, nii et mis siis ikka, panin kõik plussid ja miinused ühte postitusse.

Ma pole küll väga kuulnud häid kogemusi farmitöö kohta, aga alatihti kuulen (millega ma ka nõustun) on see, et inimesed on need, kes teevad selle aja nii eriliseks ja kindlasti väärt seda kõike.

Et asjad minu jaoks lihtsaks teha, siin on minu plussid ja miinused farmitööst. Ma alustan miinustega, sest alati on parem lõpetada asjad positiivse noodiga.

Miinused

  1. Järelvaatajad on perversed ja hullult nõmeda käitumisega. Ausalt öeldes vedas meil enamjaolt järelvaatajatega. Kui neil oli hea tuju, siis oli ka meil hea tuju ja me korjasime rohkem õunu. Kui aga boss nende kallal õiendas, siis vähemalt üks neist alatihti karjus meie peale, ähvardas, et töötame ilma palgata, vallandas inimesi ilma põhjuseta jne.
  2. Sind võidakse vallandada ükskõik mis hetk. kasvõi siis kui järelvaatajal oli halb tuju, või bossil oli halb tuju. Või noh, kui sa tõesti halb õunakorjaja oled.
  3. Farmi omanik. Appppiiiiiiii, ma pole eales kunagi kedagi nii palju ropendamas kuulnud. Pluss, nii palju kordi ta sõimas bäkpäkkereid ja ütles lauseid nagu “Don’t drop ya fucking apples in the fucking bins ya cunts” („Ära viska neid kuradi õunu kastidesse sa v*tt“)
  4. Inimesed (kaasaarvatud mina), kellel polnud isegi autojuhilube sõitsid traktoritega (millega kaasnes paar õnneliku lõpuga õnnetust)
  5. Halva ilmaga töötamine – ja ei, ma ei räägi 30+ kraadises kuumuses töötamisest vaid padukas õunte korjamises. Tossudes, mis on läbimärjad, külmetades ja redeli otsas koperdades.
  6. Suletud ring – ükskõik mida seljakotirändurid ka valitsusele ei räägi, on ikka üks ja sama jama. Ränduritel on vaja oma päevi täis saada ja nad teevad seda kahjuks ikka iga hinna eest. Ja farmiomanikud kohtlevad ikka sind nagu totaalset rämpsu.

Plussid

  1. Inimesed, inimesed, inimesed – sa kohtud nii palju erinevate imeliste inimestega
  2. Ja nad saavad täpselt aru, mida sa tunned, sest nad kogevad täpselt samu tundeid
  3. Sa teed midagi sellist, mida paljud su sõbrad/tuttavad mitte kunagi ei tee
  4. Sa saad aru, et sa oled tegelikult palju tugevam, nii emotsionaalselt kui ka füüsiliselt, kui sa tegelikult arvad, et oled
  5. Sa oled nii uhke enda üle, kui sa lõpuks ometi selle ära teed
  6. See on seda väärt, kuna sa ilmselt saad teise aasta viisa siin imelisel maal
  7. Sa õpid olema avasüli kõikidele kogemustele, olgu nad halvad või head – kogemus ikka
  8. Ja lõpetuseks, sa õpid nii palju enda kohta

Paar viimast nädalat olid minu jaoks emotsionaalselt väga, väga rasked, enamjaolt kuna mul oli eraelus lihtsalt palju asju, mis korraga juhtus. Ja siis kui sa mõtled, et oh, nüüd on küll kuradima viimane piisk, siis tegelikult ei ole ja sa kukud veel madalamale.

Aga tegelikult on asi nii, et kui sa lõpuks näoli maas oled, siis sul pole võimalus madalamale minna. Ma avastasin, et isegi kui kõik läks valesti, ma olin üllatavalt tugev ja ei langenud täielikku masendusse, nagu paar aastat tagasi oleks ilmselt juhtunud. Mul üks sõbranna farmis ütles mulle mida teha sellistel olukordadel – ükskõik kui halb ka asi poleks, võta asju samm sammult, ja keskendu väikestele, aga headele asjadele, mis edasi su elus juhtuma hakkab. Näiteks, ma ootasin Brisbaine’i minekut ja sealt edasi Adelaide’i minekut. Ja kõik need väiksed asjad tegid mind tohutult palju rõõmsamaks.

Ma nutsin palju enne bussi peale minekut Stanthorpe’is, sest ma olin tohutult kurb, et ma pidin head aega ütlema inimestele, keda ma õppisin omal viisil armastama kolme kuu jooksul. Aga ma usun, et enamjaolt ma nutsin kergendusest, et nüüd see ongi läbi.

 

 

Heyyyyy, it’s been too long

Not going to lie, I’m just so incredibly lazy when it comes to my blog but I haven’t fully given up either. I did realise it is time to get my shit together because I am more than half a year behind with my stuff, so here goes.

I will put everything into one post because I’m a lazy ass human being – sorry for all of you who have actually been waiting for more posts.

I have literally never heard of anyone having a good experience when it comes to farm work, literally all I constantly hear are bad experiences here and there, and definitely where not to go. What I do hear though, and what I definitely agree with, is what makes the farm work great is the people you get to share it with.

To make things easy for me, here’s a list of pros and cons of my experience working on an apple orchard in Oz:

Cons

  1. Supervisors are creepy, a little perverted and hate men. Now let me explain –  the thing is, we were actually lucky with the supervisors. They were nice to us most of the time, unless they were getting shit from the actual boss. If they were having a good day, the were joking around and being chill. If the boss was on their back, they yelled at us, threatened to make us work without pay, fired people without no reason etc. Plus in addition to that, they were super sexual towards female backpackers. We had two supervisors and I was lucky to be on the good supervisor’s team – most of my days were fine, he never yelled at us. The other supervisor was mental a lot of the times.
  2. You can get fired any day without notice. It might  be affected by the mood of the boss or the supervisor. It might be because (if you’re on piece rate) you’re too good and earning more money than the boss wants to pay you. It might be because you’re not a good worker. You never really know.
  3. The actual farm owner. A sentence I heard so many times I lost count: “Don’t drop ya fucking apples in the fucking bins ya cunts” and sometimes an additional “or the next time I’ll drop ya on your fucking head and show you how it feels.” Racist remarks. Sexist remarks. Addressing one of the supervisors as a black cunt. Letting his 6 year old son drive his forklift – one day his son was on his forklift and he drove into a stack of those 800 liter apple bins (which were thankfully empty) which then fell onto my friend’s back. Um yeah, I could continue for ages.
  4. Letting people without any actual licences drive tractors (which honestly should have been binned anyway)
  5. You have to work in shit weather conditions and it doesn’t matter if you’re soaked and freezing and it literally feels like you’re walking in a puddle because your runners are so wet. And hey, might as well climb on full aluminium ladders which you can fall off anyway but why not do it in pouring rain.
  6. However shit the farm is, it’s a dead circle. Farmers can treat backpackers any way they want and the government will not do anything about it because backpackers will always need their 88 days.

Pros

  1. People, people, people – you meet so many incredible people during your time on the farm
  2. And they will understand exactly how you’re feeling because they’re feeling the exact same way
  3. You get to experience something not many people will 
  4. You realise you’re a lot stronger than you actually thought you were – both emotionally and physically 
  5. You will be SO proud of yourself once you’re done 
  6. It’ll be worth it in the end because you will most likely get a second year visa in this wonderful country 
  7. You learn to keep your arms open to whatever comes your way, whether it’s good or bad, because it’s an experience nevertheless.
  8. And last but not least – you learn so much about yourself (plus you learn a lot from other people)

The last couple of weeks for me were the worst because I was going through a lot of things in my personal life at once. And surprise, surprise, when you think you’ve hit your low, you’ll sink even lower.

 

But the thing is, once you hit your lowest, you can’t get any lower. You know what helps in this situation? A good friend of mine, Hanne, told me to just keep looking forward to the good, small things that are coming your way once I get to leave. It can be the smallest thing but if it’s positive, just concentrate on that.

For me it was just getting on the bus and driving to Brisbane and staying there for the night. And seeing my best friend Emma the morning after in Adelaide. And the small things will eventually make you much happier.

Funnily enough I cried so much when I left because I was sad to be leaving all of my friends. A huge part of it was definitely relief. What a fucking relief.

 

 

Otsused/Decisions

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Hei, hei

P.S. Ma hetkel kolisin, ja nüüd ei saa jälle postitada ma ei tea kui kaua, sest mul pole uues kohas wifit, aga postitan nii tihti kui saan (kui wifit leian)

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Ma agasin väga halvasti esimesel ööl, aga enamik inimestel on see probleem. Närvis olin terve öö ja siis kui hommikul bussi peale sain olin veel rohkem närvis, sest üks kutt kes mu kõrval istus, küsis minult kas see mul esimene farm. Mina siis ütlesin, et jah on küll, millepeale tema ütles “edu sellega, see on sitt.” Palun inimesed, miks on vaja mind nii närvi ajada enne esimest tööpäeva. Laske elada.

Esimesed nädalad olid tööl päris okei, suhteliselt igav, aga tehtav. Paaril esimesel nädalal me õhendasime puid (ehk võtsime puudelt paljud õunad ära, et teistel õunadel oleks lihtsam kasvada ja meil oleks hiljem lihtsam korjata). Tegelikult mõtlesin vahepeal, et l’hen täitsa hulluks, sest kõik olid oma ridadel, me ei saanud kellegagi rääkida, ega muusikat kuulata, ehk olime lihtsalt 7 tundi oma mõtetega (välja arvatud lõunat süües). Veidi saime pläkutada siis, kui järelvaataja tuli vaatama, kas me ikka tööd teeme, aga muidu vaikus.

Järelvaataja oli suht okei, farmi omanik aga hullult rõve mees. Ta ei rääkinud bäkpäkkeritega peaagu kunagi (isegi ei teretanud), oli 24/7 oma ATV peal, sigarett suus, ja noh, veidi nägi välja nagu lööb kodus oma naist.

Noh, töö polnud hull, aga ma olin küll masenduses. Esiteks polnud mul esialgu ühtegi sõpra seal. Ma saabusin ju täitsa üksi ja kõik inimesed olid juba gruppides. Eestlaste gruppi ka väga ei sobinud, sest nad olid alati ninapidi kõik koos ja alatasa grupis (kaks vahvat eesti neiut küll vahepeal minuga rääkisid). Ütleme nii, et 90% inimestest, kes hostelis olid, olid UKst ja nad said ise ka koheselt läbi. Mina olin ka selline inimene, kellel alguses on raskusi inimestega suhtlema hakata ning suures grupis ei oska ka olla, nii et eks ma seal lihtsalt olin iseenda sõber lol.

Teiseks meil oli kogu aeg suur negatiivne vibe seal. Enne kui mina Stanthorpe’i saabusin, selles farmis kus mina töötasin pandi kõik tükitöö peale (1$ poole puu pealt) ja lõpuks vallandati nad kõik ehk me kõik kartsime, et meiega juhtub sama.

Ja issand jumal, ma olin emotsionaalselt väsinud kogu aeg, sest alatihti rääkisime sellest, kas meie pabebrile kirjutatakse alla 3 kuud või 88 päeva, kuna me ei teinud piisavalt tunde tööd nädalas ja kõik inimesed rääkisid erinevaid asju. Kiirelt seletan lahti, sest ma ei mäleta, kas ma enne mainisin või ei, aga sa pead tegema kas 3 kalendri kuud farmitööd ühes farmis, aga pead piisavalt tunde nädalas töötama (oli vist 35h-40h) või teed 88 päeva tööd, aga võid nö farmist farmi hüpata. Ehk mina tegin 3 kalendrikuud, kuna mul ei olnud piisavalt aega, et teha 88 päeva, ma olin kogu aeg stressis, kas ma saan oma päevad kirja või ei.

Ma lihtsalt ei osanud kuidagi olla ega kuidagi käituda, ehk ma lihtsalt olin – ei tahtnud midagi loota, aga alla ka tahtnud anda (tegelikult paar korda mõtlesin küll, et suva, ma ostan lennupiletid koju ära ja naudin oma viimaseid kuid Austraalias. Vähemalt kolm korda otsustasin ümber, nii mul endal kui ka mu sõpradel ja vanematel oli juba kõrini sellest, mida ma otsustan, aga ma ei saanud kuidagi moodi rahu, ükskõik mis otsuse ma tegin. Lõpuks emps ütles mulle, et kui ma ei proovi ma ei saa kunagi teada ning jään alati mõtlema selle üle, et mis siis saab kui oleks jäänud ja teinud oma 3 kuud ära. Nii et tegin nii, nagu ema soovitas ja jäin).

adelaide to stanthorpe 1092

Hey hey hey

P.S. Just wanted to let you know I moved and cannot regularly post stuff because I have no wifi. I will try my best to write a couple of posts at once and post them whenever I do get wifi.

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My first day – well, first of all I slept like shit. Nerves and all. And then, basically as soon as I got on the bus, this guy next to me asked me if it’s my first farm, so I said yes and I kid you not, as soon as he said “good luck, cause it’s shit” I thought I was going to cry. Honestly can people stop trying to freak me out before I even get there and see what it’s like myself.

To my surprise, the first couple of weeks were fine workwise. It was boring as hell but manageable. We started off with thinning the trees, which basically means removing a bunch of apples from the trees so it would be easier for the other apples to grow and it’d be easier for us to pick them later. We started with everyone being on their own row so we couldn’t talk to anyone nor could we listen to music so it was basically 7 hours of silence and being with your own thoughts. We did have a supervisor we could talk to whenever he came to check up on you though. He was alright, like I got along with him just fine (he just hated men for some reason).

Now the big boss himself was a massive dick (and I’ll explain why later on in other posts). He basically never spoke to the backpackers, was only on his quad bike (which you could hear from a mile away) with a cigarette in his mouth, and no offence, he looked like he beat his wife.

But even though the job wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, I was miserable. First of all, I had no friends there. When I first arrived, everyone seemed to already be in some sort of groups and I was all alone. I didn’t fit in with the Estonians at the hostel because they were always in a group and I felt awkward around them. And then, the majority of the people on my farm were English and I felt as if I didn’t really fit in with them either. Besides, I’m always bad with talking to people in the beginning and I don’t know how to handle crowds. And I always tend to be quiet at first but once you get to know me I do not know how to shut up.

And secondly there was just a massive negative vibe going around on our farm. So basically before I arrived to Stanthorpe, there were a bunch of people on our farm that got put on piece rate (1$ per half a tree, some people weren’t even getting 5$ an hour because the trees were massive) and eventually ended up getting sacked. So we were all terrified of that happening to us and felt like we were playing with knives.

And oh my god, what made me so emotionally exhausted all the time was the question “is it 3 months or 88 days”. So basically, who has never had to deal with the whole getting your second working holiday visa situation, here’s the deal – three months‘ means three ‘calendar’ months or 88 days. Applicants whose work is equivalent to full time employment may count weekends in the 88 day period. However, if the applicant’s work is not equivalent to full time employment, for example, part time or casual, they may only count the full days actually worked.

We heard so many different answers to our questions, some people said we have to do 88 days (which I didn’t have time to do) and some people said it was 3 calendar months. We were worried we weren’t getting enough hours to qualify for the 3 months so everyone talking about the whole situation made me want to pack my things and leave. Most of the time, I generally just didn’t know how to feel, like I wasn’t exactly hoping for anything but I also didn’t want to give up (I actually did want to give up a couple of times – I was constantly choosing between staying and leaving. I was 100% ready to book my flights back home and just enjoy the rest of my time in Australia. Me, my friends and my parents were all sick and tired of me constantly going between the thoughts of going home and staying. But eventually mum told me if I’m not going to try I will never know and it’s going to bother me for the rest of the days so I took her advice and stayed).

Maria

 

Mida ma tegelikult siin teen? What am I really doing here?

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Hei hei

Jõulud läksid mööda kiirelt, ilma mingisuguse draamata. Ma nutsin küll palju jõuluõhtul, kuna koduigatsus tuli peale, aga muidu oli täitsa vinks-vonks. Imelik oli küll jõuluhommikut veeta basseini ääres, 40 kraadi käes kokteili juues, aga muidu olid jõulud nagu jõulud ikka. Koos perega ja süües nii kaua kuni enam lihtsalt süüa ei jaksa.

Pidime 26ndal detsembril Eesti päeva tegema. Vist oli esimene kord kui Adelaide jõudsin, kui tegime Austraalia päeva, vaatasime aussi filme ja sõime igasugust austraalia toitu. Ja noh mul pere ja tädi olid nii armsad ja saatsid mulle igasuguseid snäkke ja filme kodust. Aga kuna Sydneys olles sain teada, et mul ikka võimalus farmi tööle minna, siis selle Eesti päevaga küll ühele poole ei saanud. Kella nelja paiku avastasin end olevat lennuki peal, ilma teadmiseta mis nüüd juhtuma hakkab.

Ma kirjutan farmipäevadest mitme postiga, sest kõik ühte ära ei mahu ja mul endal nii ka lihtsamt kirjutada. Alustan ikka algusega ja katsun olla nii aus oma tunnetega, kui vähegi olla saan siin internetimaal.

Tere tulemast Stanthorpe’i.

Ei tee nalja, kui ütlen et ma olin kabuhirmul. Mul tuleb paanika iga väiksemagi asja peale. Noh, nüüd ma siis olin seal, aimugi polnud mis saab. Kuidas ma saan mitte karta? Aga reisides õpid (vähemalt mina õppisin) oma tunded alla suruda. Sul pole lihtsalt muud valikut. Kui midagi väga tahad, siis pead tegema asju mis sulle üleüldse ei meeldi.

Hostelis näidati mulle ringi ja kui oma asjadega ühele poole sain ja inimesed töölt tagasi hakkasid saabuma, siis sain oma esimese šoki. Toakaaslane hakkas minuga rääkima ja küsis kus farmis ma olen (tegemist on working hosteliga, ehk seal on mitmeid farme, kus inimesed töötavad ja millega hostel seotud on). Mina siis ütlesin ja tema esimene reaktsioon oli “shit, good luck with that ” (ingl k. – edu sellega). See ei ole asi mida sa tahad esimesel päeval kuulda, ausõna. Eriti siis, kui sa oled oma viimastel kuudel ja teed farmipäevi viimasel minutil. Nii et ilmselgelt ma hakkasin üle mõtlema ja hullupööra närveerima. Küsimused nagu “kas ma tegin vea, et siia tulin” ja “mida ma tegelikult siin teen” käisid mu peast korduvalt läbi.

Beccal (mu toakaaslasel) oli õigus. Mul oli vaja edu, sest järgnevad kolm kuud olid väga emotsionaalsed. Kolm parimat ja halvimat kuud mul Austraalias.

Maria

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Hey

Christmas went by quick, with no dramas (I did cry like half of Christmas Eve because I was homesick though). It was so different to actual Christmas back home. The 24th was spent with a bunch of Em’s relatives over, the 25th of December was spent by the pool with cocktails in 40 degree weather.  But everyone ate a lot and it was still spent with family. Same, same but different ya know.

The 26th was cut short because I had to leave to go to Stanthorpe. We had originally planned an Estonia day with food and movies sent from home but since I found out in Sydney that I got a job in Queensland on an apple farm, the day was cut short. So suddenly, for the first time in Australia I was all alone with no idea what was going to happen.

I’m going to write about the days on the farm in various posts. I’m starting with getting there and the beginning days and most likely finishing with how I felt when I left and what happened with my visa and I’m gonna try to be as honest with my feelings as I can.

So here we go. Welcome to the Stanthorpe chapter.

Not gonna lie, I was terrified getting to the hostel. I get so anxious over the smallest things and it seemed like the biggest fucking step out of my comfort zone. And I didn’t want to do it. I think once I started travelling though, I realised if you want something, you have to get over the whole “what’s gonna happen and what if everything goes wrong” attitude and just go for it. Take a couple of deep breaths and just go for it, whether it ends good or bad.

You know that quote that sorta goes along the lines of “when it feels scary to jump, that is exactly when you jump, otherwise you end up staying in the same place your whole life”. Yeah, that applies to the whole situation.

Got settled in and all and I think the first person I talked to was Becca from my room. She asked me what farm I was on and when I told her she said “shit, good luck with that”. That is not what you want to hear on your first day. Especially since I was working with such limited time, I was either gonna get my 3 months done or I was out of the country. So obviously I freaked out. All I could think was “did I make a mistake coming here. I could have just stayed in Adelaide and enjoyed my last 3 months. I mean, what am I really doing here”.

Becca was right though, I did need luck because my next 3 months there was a fucking rollercoaster of emotions. Best and worst three months of my time in Australia.

Maria

Ma olen kõigi oma postitustega hiljaks jäänud/I am so behind with everything

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Hei

Aaaahhh appikene ma olen nii maas kõikide oma kirjutustega ja mul pole mitte kedagi süüdistada peale iseenda ja oma laiskuse. Vahepeal selline tunne, et enam üldse eesti keelt rääkida ei oska ja siis väga kirjutada ei taha ka, aga olen kuulnud siit ja sealt, et osad inimesed ikka tahavad lugeda mida ma teen. Nii et siin ma siis jälle olen!

Kuhu ma endaga jäingi eelmine kord? Ausõna ma mitte midagi ei mäleta mida ma Adelaide’is tegin. Tegelikult mäletan küll, aga ega need väga tähtsad sündmused polnud ja enamjaolt ma lihtsalt niisama olin ja tegin ja nägin. Puhkus peale pikka tööd.

Gold Coast

Igatähes, kuupäevi ma ei mäleta, aga tegu oli detsembri algusega. Meil oli ammu ammu reis planeeritud, aga kuna mina tulin Melbourne’ist ära kuna tahtsin farmitööd teha, pidin ma lennupiletid ära muutma. Kõige odavam variant oli osta uus lennupilet Adelaide’ist Melbourne’i õhtu enne ja ööbida lennujaamas. Hullult väsitav oli lennujaamas ööbida, ebamugavad toolid jms, aga mis seal ikka! Ega see ju kõige hullem värk kah polnud. Pealegi, lennujaama jõudsin kuskil 11 paiku õhtul ja järgmine lend oli juba kell 8 hommikul, nii et õnneks ei pidanud väga väga kaua ootama. No ja ma praktiliselt elasin lennujaamades eelmine aasta, kogu aeg lennuki peal. Lugesin vist kokku ja 18 lendu tuli ära.

Me läksime Gold Coast’ile tegelikult ainult lõbustusparkide pärast. Me tegime vale valiku oma majutuse valikuga, sest see oli ausõna karuperses. Meil võttis üle tunni aja, et sinna üldse saada rongi ja bussiga ja see oli nii linnast väljas kui võimalik. Tundus, et on vähemalt lõbustusparkide lähedal, aga sinna pidime ka uberiga sõitma, sest rongidega oleks läinud tund vms. Omanik ja maja ise oli väga kena, lihtsalt asukoht oli nõme. Aga mis seal ikka, eks kõik õpivad oma vigadest.

Linnas me ka eriti ei olnud, kuna see oli nii väljaspool meie regiooni, ja kuigi Gold Coast mulle kõige vähem meeldis, lõbustuspargid olid ikka lahedad! Mulle on alati meeldinud nendes käia. Mäletan ikka, kuidas ma emaga Pariisi Dysneylandis käisin ja emal oli kõriauguni kõikidest atraktsioonidest, aga kuna ma olin päris väike veel, siis ei saanud kuhugi üks kah minna. Sorri emps, vähemalt nüüd sind kaasa ei vea lõbustusparkides!

Byron Bay

Byronile sõitsime me bussiga, sealt võttis meie Airbnb host auto peale ja sõidutas koju ja sõidutas ringi kah veel pealekauba, näidates meile seda pisikest armsat linna. Byron on hästi hipilik, ja kõik inimesed on väga muretud ja pingevabad nii öelda. Pealegi, mõnus oli olla väikses linnakeses peale suurlinnasid. Puhkus noh.

Tegelikult miks mulle Byron Bay nii väga meeldis, oli sellepärast, et ma proovisin esimest korda surfamist, ja ausõna ma arvan, et ma leidsin lõpuks oma spordiala. Meil oli kahepäevane surfitreening. Teisel päeval püüdsin juba laineid, no ausõna, mul oli nii palju tahtejõudu kogu aeg tagasi surfilauale minna, kui ma kukkusin. Polnud ükski hetk sellist tunnet, et ei taha enam. Kogu aeg tahtsin veel ja veel ja veel. See oli ausõna üks parimates asjadest, mida ma kunagi elus teinud olen.

Muidu me Byronil niisama lebotasime. Šoppasime ja lamasime rannal ja ujusime kuni oli aeg Sydneysse lennata.

Sydney

Alustuseks ütleks, et sa oled kas Melbourne’i inimene või Sydney inimene. Nii on alati olnud. Ma ei tea kas asi on selles, et ma ei andnud Sydneyle väga võimalust, kuna elasin Melbourne’is 7 kuud ja Sydneys olin ainult paar päeva, aga ausõna meeldib mulle Melbs palju rohkem.

Esiteks oli Sydney minu jaoks nii ebareaalne kuidagi –  linn mida sa näed filmides ja piltidel, aga kunagi ise ei näe ennast sinna minemas. Lisaks oli kõigil väga kiiretempoline eluviis, inimesed tundusid väga  ebaviisakad ja appi, appi, appi kui kallis, aga noh seda kuuleb igal pool, et elu Sydneys odav pole. Ja mitte öelda, et Melbourne’is oleks kõik nii palju parem, sest kallis on seal ikka ja kiire eluviis kõigil jne, aga kordades vähem. Pluss Sydneys on kõik nii eraldatud ja võtab palju rohkem aega et punktist A punkti B jõuda.

Kui aga kõik need asjad kõrvale jätta, mulle ikka meeldis seal väga. Me käisime kõik turisti kohad läbi, nägime Sydney ooperiteatrit (mis oli tegelikult palju suurem, kui ma arvasin, et see on), Harbouri silda, Bondi – Coogee ranniku jalutuskäik, muuseumid, käisime rahvuspargis Blue Mountains jne jne.

Ahjaa, me otsustasime Emmaga, et noh, oleme Sydneys, läheks äkki mingit etendust ooperimajas vaatama. Ostsime siis kõige odavamad piletid, mida endale lubada saime. Me elasime vist rohkem kui poole tunni kaugusel linnast, nii et ilmselgelt jäime me hiljaks. Meie endi süü, oleks pidanud varem lahkuma. Niipea kui bussist maha saime jooksime kiiruga ooperimajja, vabandasime, et hiljaks jäime ja nemad siis selle asemel, et meid mitte sisse lasta, nagu tavaliselt vist kombeks on paljude teatritükkidega, andsid meile esimese klassi piletid ja juhatasid meid sisse. Põhimoraal on selles, et vahepeal võib hiljaks jääda küll, äkki juhtub midagi toredat.

Ma mainisin ka rahvusparki Blue Mountains. Ausõna, kui teil on kunagi võimalus minna Sydneysse, siis seda rahvusparki ei tohiks kindlasti nägemata jätta. Ebareaalsed vaated. Ma ei oska kirjeldadagi, lisan selle asemel paar pilti.

Sydneyst edasi läksime aga hoopis tagasi Adelaide, kuna oli vaja ju jõule pidada.

Maria

P.S. lisan paar pilti siia, aga teen eraldi postituse piltidega 🙂

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Gold Coast
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Sydney Harbour Bridge
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The Waverley Cemetery in Sydney

Heya

I mean, I obviously have to start this post with an apology, I am the worst at keeping everyone updated with what I’m doing. I think I tend to be motivated with writing for about 5% of my time, mainly because I’m never really fully happy with how I portray everything. Therefore sorry, but please do bear with me.

Soooo, I left it off with me arriving to Adelaide. Honestly, I don’t even know how many times I’ve already been to Adelaide. I always somehow end up here. I literally don’t remember anything that I did but all in all I had a great time because for the longest time I just got to chill and not do anything at all. I think when you work with kids full time you honestly forgert what it’s like just to sort of be? Man, I hadn’t binge watched a show in months for example, and I finally got to do that. Appreciating the little things you know.

Gold Coast

Anyways, fast forward to our trip to Gold Coast.  Since we’d booked the flight ages ago, I had my flight booked from Melbourne and the cheapest alternative was flying to Melbs the night before and sleeping at the airport, which is what I did. God it was exhausting but not as bad as I expected. I got there like 11PM and my next flight out was around 8AM so not even that long of a wait. I pretty much lived at airports last year though, so maybe I was used to it.

I’m pretty sure the only reason we went to Gold Coast in the first place was because of the theme parks. We made the worst mistake choosing our accommodation though. We stayed in Airbnb’s the whole time and it was just completely out of our way and basically far away from everything. The place and the hosts were lovely and all, but since it was just so far away from everything, it was a bit of struggle.

The first day we sort of just chilled and looked around. We were tired and hungry most of the time and just generally didn’t know what to do with ourselves, especially cause we had to figure out how to actually get to the house we were staying in. We didn’t get much time in the city at all because it was a bit of a nuisance to walk around with our backpacks etc etc.

Since we only had two days altogether there, we had to go to two theme parks in one day. Ended up going to Wet n’ Wild and Movieworld which was so fun. I honestly don’t even remember the last time I actually went to an amusement park. Even though I liked Gold Coast the least, the theme parks were fun as hell. There will probably always be an inner kid inside me  who absolutely adores roller coasters.

Byron Bay

Moving on from Gold Coast, we had booked a bus to Byron Bay. Our lovely Airbnb host picked us up, showed us around and dropped us off in town. Byron is quite a small town full of life and colour. The easiest way to describe it would probably be really laid back & quite hippy-ish and as much as I know drugs are a big thing there.

It was definitely a nice break from the city life but I think the main reason I loved Byron was because I tried surfing for the first time ever in my life and I absolutely fell in love. I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt this determined to do something in my entire life, no joke.

So basically we booked a two day surfing course because I knew that was the one thing I definitely wanted to do there. Did not regret it at all. The teachers were fun, the environment was super chill and surfing probably tops every  single sport I’ve ever done in my life besides downhill skiing.

The first hour or so we were just learning techniques and in the water we went. The first day I wasn’t  really good at it or anything but I had so much fun. As stupid as it sounds, I felt like I was home when I was on the board. On both days, all i really wanted to do was just get back on the board again and again and again. Didn’t care once about falling off, I just wanted to get better. I can’t even really describe the feeling. I don’t know, I guess it really felt like I found my sport ya know.

We generally just chilled in Byron though, did a bit of shopping, bit of swimming, enjoyed the sun etc. Till it was time for Sydney.

Sydney

Let me start with saying you’re either a Melbourne person or a Sydney person. That’s just how it usually is. I do prefer Melbourne so much more and I’ll explain why in a second but also I maybe didn’t give it enough time since I spent 7 months in Melbs but only 5 days in Sydney.

While I enjoyed Sydney, it was too unrealistic for me. Something I’ve always heard about, seen in pictures and films but never really thought I was going to visit. It was also too fast-paced, even for me. And people seemed rude. And oh my god how expensive (not saying that Melbs wasn’t fast paced, didn’t have any rude people or wasn’t expensive. I don’t know, Melbourne just generally seemed more chill and people didn’t seem to give a fuck that much. Also Sydney is more difficult to navigate than Melbourne).

But all things aside I did love it for the time I was there. We did the main touristy things, like went to see the Sydney Opera House (which is bigger than I thought it was going to be), the Harbour Bridge, did the Bondi to Coogee walk, which is apparently the best coastal walk in Sydney, went to museums etc etc. We also went to the Blue Mountains which was incredible.

Regarding the Sydney Opera House, after thinking about it, we figured, fuck it, we’re in Sydney, we should go see a show. So basically, we booked the cheapest ticket to the cheapest show we could find. It was a cabaret called „Club Swizzle“. Erm, so we managed to be 10 minutes late. Imagine two girls getting off the bus and running in the busy streets in Sydney just to make it to the show which we really wanted to go to but didn’t want to spend the money on because we’re both broke young adults ya know.

So we got there, apologised for being late and they upgraded us to the premium seats. We were both literally like, uhhhhhhh what’s going on.I guess what we could learn from it, is that sometimes it’s not that bad being late hahaha. Ended up really enjolying the show, it was funny, creative and all in all, we can both now say we’ve seen a show in the Sydney Opera House (not that it really matters but it is a nice memory).

What  else, what else.. We took a train from Sydney to the Blue Mountains (it’s a national park for people who don’t know) because we didn’t have a car. It was like a 2 hour journey if I remember correctly. And it was so god damn beautiful. The whole scenery was breathtaking honestly. I’ll let the pictures do the talking.

And then it was time to go home and celebrate Christmas with the fam.

Maria

P.S. I’ll add a couple of pics here but I’ll just make a separate post for more of them 🙂