Happy to have found a post full of comments and driven by the fact that a month has passed already, but the financial forecasts at the beginning of the adventure proposed work are not yet known (we knew from the beginning that on these occasions are becoming optimistic forecasts concerning future earnings, which are regularly explode ;-) I am going to write more juicy tales from the "Margaret River"! So what happened
in the last few weeks ..
Well life here is not that it is full of adventures as the days (except for some incidents which I will tell you soon) go for the most part all the same. Luckily the scenery here is truly rewarding!
positive note about Marshall (remember it? Content "anal" that :-) he left one day for no reason and without saying anything, to the delight of my sleep that it has gained in relax. Besides, the place left in the room was occupied by Andy, then the 4 "shear wild" in addition to working together, are now also in the same room!
speaking work I can say that my pace has increased and now episodes like that where I was wrong to "rap" (the English word, to indicate the Italianate wire to wire the branch of the vine) are no longer occurred. It was just as well if not better than I used to collect rocks!:-D
worth mentioning chats at work with our supervisor John
about both episodes working, as there are days when he does not complain of the organization he works for (he complains because he wants to feel comfortable all day downing a few beers that goes below ) or discussions on topics from a wide variety. Talking with John can be difficult to understand at least initially because of her strong Australian accent, but when you understand the logic of the sequence of "fuck" in that part of his times (there will be at least a dozen fuck every 5 words! ) then the understanding is more clear! In fact, I took a liking to it, giving him the rope his complaints, I have "extended" his vocabulary with the word fucking bullshit! (No need to translate.
;-) Then John appears to be a great person as well, because now that the work is coming to an end, they had to choose 7 people (plus 2 of these 7 John himself who are now no longer works as a supervisor but we and the new supervisor who is an Indian I mentioned in my previous post) and among those who are working at the suggestion of the same John, me and Luke we were 2 of 7 "appointed" to continue our adventure is not in the "house" or "island" but in vineyard ... In my humble opinion much more rewarding as it ;-)
For sure we will have to work for the next two weeks which is not sorry to be a monetary point of view that as the timing for our trip.
As for life in the hostel over the epidemic (an intestinal virus), which, one after another, hit all the occupants of the hostel (I was one of the first to be affected, but unlike others who have been bad for several days and even a hospital is also finished, I was already better the next day) causing severe diarrhea (do not go down in gruesome detail. To see what Vito's post, "Times of Shit" where for a complete description of everything!:-D),
here had given me since my grandfather's estate but the next day when the others were to be sick, I left the hospice in favor of these other!:
returning from work or to devote time scrounge the Internet from a nearby bar to browse through a wireless network to be updated (although lately we have discovered as "borrowing" internet in the same hostel for free!), to watch TV (mostly the games of the series or of the premier league) or chatting among ourselves and with others (sometimes) for guests who stay in hostel for a few days.
worth mentioning the two sisters Britta and German Svenja (lots of nice to be German ;-)
The other girl of photo Sky (pronounced SIEL) Colombian girl she here to work ...
who were on vacation for the second time in Australia with whom we spent a nice weekend and we promised to meet in Melbourne, where the timing of our trip are,
or the Australian couple who was very nice here for a couple of days.
On this last night when I remember I made a risotto with seafood (just shrimp and mussels for the clams had not ;-) and Mrs. (English-born Australian but in effect since he had married a Australian, as well as being very nice too, seemed straight out of a British comedy Benny Hill style!) has remained there appalled by the whole dish as "complicated" I was devoting my time.
me not loosen a second because he wanted to know every detail about how to prepare the risotto: I even found a mandecare risotto for me:-D
course my ego stoked by what I have encouraged to devote some attention to the presentation of the dish using the concepts on how to "raise" a dish that the months in the restaurant in Sydney have led me to acquire !!!:- D
be remembered among other things made, the 3 v 3 soccer game played between the British hostel (Andy, Chris, and one that I never remember the name!:-D) and the mixed team composed by myself, Vito and Wilhem.
Needless to say that the training Italo / wrath has clearly beat the English with a sound
But the biggest satisfaction was when I told Andy that "even if you have invented the English football and thousands of other sports such as cricket useless in the end always lose." The pebble in the shoe
me nicely because they are wrong if Andy was leading the ground " bizarre theories about how English football was superior to the Italian one.
However, since I can not stay out of trouble or perhaps, put it this way, I prefer go and look because I hate life "monotonous" in recent weeks among the things that happened, it deserves a place of honor in my "adventure" had with the police of the local police station.
Usually the bus carrying the other backpackers to work is led by Marshall (obviously before he left). That morning the bad luck would have it, Marshall was also hit by the epidemic and because they are the only one with more than 25 years, I am the only one who can drive saw carrying between 8 and 12 people. Or at least I think!:-S. During the journey of my first day of bus driver, of course, the police stopped me for speeding in a point where the limit was 50 while I was going between 60 and 65.
You may wonder what's so fun to take a traffic ticket?
Well, first, that I was able to get it in Australia (after my numerous fines Italian!).
Then the crucial point is that when the policeman asked me the license, it was great response in my backpack at the hostel! :- to look for a few seconds with a face in the shocked and perplexed (for sure he was thinking something like "I do not believe that this idiot foreigner driving in Australia without a license even below normal, not international !!!"; -).
At that moment, inadvertently, spoke my Belgian friend Damien who was next to me and asked if he was referring to the international one.
Taking the ball on the fly, I shot the policeman told him that I was referring to the international one. ;-)
The policeman then there and then he changed expression as if he had calmed
! But the problem remained. After turning in my portfolio and have thought for a moment to give him the credit card (but is no picture!) And the library card has a picture of Parma (I've brought the following to get the discounts as a student museums and the like, not as a substitute license !;-), I folded up a more reliable identity card).
The two cops back in the car to make the necessary checks on the "atypical" driving while I was laughing (I think it was more a laugh to keep from crying!) With Damien in the story that was not a "driver's license," but a "personal ID ". Damien looks at me first shocked, then became a laugh by adding a "You Are A Crazy Italian !!!". I do not think he had a point ...
The minutes passed and my laughter turned into doubt thought that the police had not drunk: thanks to f *** ing ... It 's an ID card!
Then come back and after asking if that was me in the picture (no !!!), my grandmother was the confirmation that Alexander had my name and my surname and the other end of the document, handed me a fine addition I had a discount because quell'infrazione the cost was around $ 200!
Note the personal ID number instead of driver's license number ;-) 
Australians are fantastic !!!:-)
pulling a bit 'sums up this first part of the adventure in the farm (even if it will expire soon, or at least I hope ;-) I can not say that I have never regretted this experience.
Indeed if sometimes you encounter any problems that you are in Australia to spend some time instead of sitting behind a desk trying to make sense of those years spent behind the books so if you remember the 5% already a great thing, this experience I have consolidated most of my reasons to stay in 16000km away from Italy.
Experiences of this kind make you understand, discover and learn so many things that you do not realize when you do the "usual" life that most of us. And certainly this is not to criticize this lifestyle, because it will take up soon, though he had, but I want to be a bit 'more arrogant, trying to have and to live this experience makes me proud as if I had received another degree.
certainly consider myself very lucky if I had the opportunity to experience this adventure because there are people who would do such a thing but did not, for various reasons, the opportunity to do so.
thought I write this because in addition to the fact of making people understand what I try to live this experience, I hope to convince those who would do such a thing but is held back by those doubts, misgivings and fears that everyone (myself in particular) have first to convince himself to jump into such an experience.
I hope not to have been too saccharine as is customary for Vito in his post (by the way: get ready for his next post because it will be "very" heavy. And I do not make reference to the uploaded photos on it but sometimes !!!:-) a bit 'of serious issues in the tide of crap that I write, means that my blog appears to be credible!
Ps me and I want to give you a gift in honor of both the title of my post (not chosen at random), is to make you listen to one of my favorite songs (and I think one of the most beautiful Italian music) and I happen to listen to while poto, in these strange days of September. Strange because the days from the point view weather are quite unstable
mates Stay tuned!
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