walk the line

Finished working and leaving Capel tomorrow. Time to head south. Clair helped us organize our route a bit, we literally didn't have any exact plans until just now. First Albany, then Esperance and theennn a looonnnggg deserted way to cross the Nullarbor Plain. The route in total will be more than 3000 km!

10 days too early but who cares, there is no snow nor cold what usually reminds me it's actually christmas (not that I'd miss it), so it might as well be now. Today we celebrated like it is customary to celebrate in OZ and loved every minute of it.

When you find yourself dancing salsa with a bush, then it must be a clear sign, you need time off. 

Friday afternoon headed to Margs again (Margaret River – trying to blend in and use Aussie abbreviations.  Clair went a little earlier with some friends, me and Keiu followed with Bruce a little later. We were one of the last cars who they let pass, as there was an accident on the road and they closed the motorway for hours. Luckily the guy who was trapped in his car, escaped with just a broken leg in the end. Marion and Sarah started driving just a bit later than we did, and were already redirected. Clair and Bruce had rented a house in Margs with their friends. The people varied from ages 21 to 65! We got along so well and had one ultimatefun evening. Everybody had cooked something or brought along food. Sushi, spring rolls, tiny meat-pies, you name it. We delighted others with some Estonian chocolates. (Already got orders what to send to people in packages later.) Karen, Clair, Marion and Sarah The main purpose of the trip was a concert. BRITISH INDIA !!!...

We have been living in Capel for 4 weeks now. Just had another payday. And a very short day at work today, as the rain-storm hit us. A wall of rain, truly. Ten people wildly running out from between the bushes towards some shelter, must have been a fun sight.

" I'd sell my soul for a cheap night out" - don't worry, not that desperate yet, these are just lyrics to an awesome song by a Melbourne band  caleld 'Deep End'.

Starting off with some very disappointing news, the grapes we are plucking the leaves from, do not go for wine supplies, just to supermarkets as table grapes..  I have been giving out wrong information. Tuesday afternoon we were told that we get back to the kiwi fields for a while, woooo, happydance! Back to the higher salary and more relaxing job. We started “training” kiwis. Helping them climb up on the wires we put up a couple of weeks ago. Our babies have grown quite some. Promised to not complain any more, so I don't and actually I don't even feel the need to for once, (only thing - 8.5 hours in the sun, at least the last hour, you still feel like your brain is fried.) although, today afternoon, me, Marion, Sarah and Sinead went back to the vineyard but the salary stayed the same and the work was actually fine, cutting off the disturbing vines. Me and Sinead kept got often carried away chatting about travels and other world wonders, so the time flew but our wo...

Wine wine wine!

Saturday was our well-earned day off. Woke up still relatively early. We needed to get our bank cards done, that was the main reason we headed to Busselton. Discovered banks are still closed on Saturdays. Which should've not become as a surprise as everything is opened as less as possible nearby hear. Basically, as we usually work 8am to 4.30 pm and it takes almost half an hour to and off work, everything is closed by the time we get home. Headed to the beach in Busselton and got our first official ocean-swim. Walked on Busselton jetty. An almost 2 km long wooden pier into the sea. The longest in the southers hemisphere. Aaandd celebrated our first successful work-week with a beer in a pub. Aussie beers are nice. Our current favorites include Little Creatures pale ale and Coopers celebration ale.  We usually hitchhike wherever we go.   It is legal in WA, tho we were not sure how common it is. Going to Busselton we had to wait around 10 minutes until...

Last sunday, took a 9 o'clock bus from East-Perth to a small town (one quite short main street and some surrounding ones) named Capel around 200 km to the south. We compare it to Bluebell from a series called “Hart of Dixie”. Not that it actually looks like that, but there are still quite some similarities if you let your imagination fly. We are yet to find a hot bartender!!! There is a pub and a countryclub nearby, so there is hope.