Trust your instincts

Trip Start Nov 17, 2012
Trip End Ongoing

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Flag of Australia  , Victoria,
Wednesday, June 12, 2013

The first few people we come into contact with give us promising insight into life at the farm, one girl has been here three weeks and worked three days, the VERY beautiful swedish girls remark ' will you be spending your three months here? We don't think so!'.

I have a shower, in the outside cubicle. There are two outside showers and one inside shower and toilet which of course it always full. And a chemical toilet outside with no light and a seat that would make a penguin shudder. So I'm mid shower and I hear the beep of a van, Matteo shouts through the door, the guy is here to give everyone a lift into town, you have to come now. I come out with my clothes over my wet body, leggings twisted all over the place as they do when you have wet legs, shove my pasted toothbrush into my mouth and run a brush through my notty hair, well I try to, it get's stuck. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. Fuck it, I run to the van with everyone looking at me in the back as a clamber to the last space with a hairbrush stuck in my hair and a toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. Great introduction to the group.

First impressions of Don, the 'Australian' turkish runner of the show. I watch his snidey dark eyes in the wing mirror, I look at the 19 year old girl that sits next to him in the front of the van saying nothing. I see him leer over to her and tell her he's  gonna bite down on her ass so hard she will have to get him surgically removed. Nice. His talk matches his self proclaimed title – The Don of Mildura. You know what they say, Never trust a Turk.

Two days no work but making the most out of the FREE meat, sausage sandwiches for breakfast, pork chops with roasties for dinner . We sit down for our first glass of goon in a long time.

We discover the springs that stick into your ass as you sit on any spot on the old dirty sofas in the freezing cold tin shed living room. Then we discover the luxirious bedrooms that the 'long timers' or 'complete assholes' as I like to call them are living in, paying the same if not less than us.

Trying to stay positive, I have a chat with Sunita and describe the situation, making sure to finish with, but I am sure it will be fine as long as we get the work, it's really not that bad.

I come in to a chrirpy english guy talking to Matteo and as I get closer I realise he's getting the low down. The real low down. Everyone is leaving, the place is a joke, Don is a complete asshole, the princesses in the room are his little spies and any bad word uttered against him or the shit hole of a working hostel that he runs, there will be bad consequences. Their plan, mis advertise get people in take thewir $450 dollars knowing that they won't be able to stick it past a few days and leave him with the crisp notes, fresh in his hands.

It gets worse. As he shows me his phone, a you tube clip of Current Affairs (Australia' s answer to watchdog'. There is a fat foul mouthed guy shouting and swearing – something along the lines of ' if i hear one more of you speaking in another language while im f***ing talking, I'll f*** c*** the lot of ya'. 'Recognise this man' my fellow backpacker asks. I can hardly believe it, but as the video continimnues and the reporter talks of the unbearable conditions that this guy puts backpackers in, it shows our caravan, the portaloo. There are two sets of friends being interviewed. Telling the show how Don got mad at them, calling them sluts and prostitues, refusing to refund any of their money due to their damage to his property. All four girls lost all of their money, all of the girls worked only one or two days for which they were paid no more than what you could find down the back of the sofa.

Swallowing the lump inside my throat, I wash it down with Goon and we spend the rest of the night  trying to laugh at the situation and we both have a ciggerette as I decide in this situation that is definetly forgivable.
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