For those who were left
in suspense after reading my last blog post, here's a brief update.
Joe and I arrived at the orange farm just outside Gayndah, and were
inducted, told briefly how to cut oranges from a tree and use a
ladder, and then were left to work the rest of the day. It was a fun
day. Wait, no, I meant I'd rather backstroke through a swimming pool
full of used syringes than pick oranges ever again. The pay was not
worth the effort - $80 per full bin (bins roughly 1.5m wide x 1.5m
long x 1m deep. I got 1 bin finished in the whole 9 hours, though Joe
had to help me at the end. I was both shocked and impressed by the
French lads we were working with, who smashed through it while
smoking cigarettes like a belt fed machine gun. Fair play to people
that do this, and I appreciate oranges a lot more. Needless to say,
we didn't stay for the next day to find out how different lemon
picking is.
We then ran away to the
nearest beach, which happened to be Hervey Bay, a two hour drive
away. We immediately fell in love with the place, as our caravan site
had friendly staff and an even friendlier backpacker rate, meaning it
was just $15 (£7.50) for the two of us for a night. We met a
friendly possum who lived in the camp kitchen.
And of course, we
checked out the beach. At this time of year (autumn) it is relatively
quiet, but still a nice 25 degrees every day, with a sea temperature
of 21. A stroll along the beach finds us chasing armies of cute
little crabs, who fascinated us with their artwork as they speedily
create millions of tiny balls of sand in patterns on the beach.

Tl;dr I'm still alive
and didn't get eaten by a giant spider.
So anyway, that's all
for now folks, cheerio!
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