To Hervey Bay and work
Trip Start Jan 28, 2006
47Trip End Feb 20, 2007
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Anyway, we recovered in a Hervey Bay hostel for most of the day, and went out for a few more drinks that evening. We went a shark museum the following morning before we caught our coach to Childers. The museum was filled with great whites and tiger sharks that were caught in Moreton Bay. (Moreton Bay is where I stayed in Brisane for the last two months). I've flopped around in Moreton Bay waters I don't know how many times. I had no idea they were shark infested. Ah well, I'm safe now. We caught the bus from Hervey Bay to and got dropped off at the Childers bus station/post office/restaurant/petrol station. We looked down the street and saw the entire town. We were in the middle of nowhere. We arrived at our hostel and met the crew living there. The worlds biggest rejects all live in the Childers hostel. They're all young males turned alcoholics by age 20. They work in the fields picking fruit and working on farms. Both Aaron and I knew that Childers may not be the happening place to be. We went to what we thought was an orientation for the job we thought we secured. It turned out to be a job interview for a job we had no chance in getting. There were 50 jobs and 75 applicants. Those sound like pretty good odds don't they? Well, they would be if 45 of the 50 applicants weren't locals. Around here locals come before backpackers in the job market. I travelled 600 km's up the coast for a job that I wasn't gonna get. The guy interviewing me said that I was obviously qualified for the job, but he cant give it to me because I'm a backpacker. I nearly reached over and made him eat the table. I explained to him that I took three buses and 4 days to get here with the impression that I already had the job. Whatever, I don't want your stupid job anyway. Actually, I learned a little later in the evening that I really didn't want the job (no bitterness intended). the job was explained over the phone as me having to walk the perimeter of a field of sugarcane plants, and look for a fungus growing on the leafs. What the job is actually, is me having to walk directly into 50 acres of 7 foot high sugarcane. I had no idea how tightly packed sugarcane grows. There are no foot paths, no places to walk and if your claustrophobic your done for. While somehow walking through these giant weeds, 12 to 15 km's a day, your face and skin gets shredded by the cane leafs. Your in constant battle with snakes, spiders and wild boars. Ya, I'm not doing the job even if I get it. I did actually end up getting the job the next morning, but had already made the decision not to tell them to stuff it.
Me and Aaron got kicked out of the Childers hostel at 10am the next morning for not paying next days rent. We had all our stuff on our backs, but had no idea where we were going. Childers was crap! The most exciting thing that happend to us there was witnessing a 65 y/o broad try to get me and Aaron into her bedroom. Anyway, I'm out. Where to next? We sat around and thought maybe get a car and drive up the coast. That was a good idea but, Childers doesn't rent cars cause they are crap! So we stuck out thumbs in hopes that someone would pick us up. Maybe we can get a car in Bundaberg we thought. Turns out we look like hoods or something so no one picked us up. Took the 45 minute bus ride to Bundaberg.
Got to Bundaberg by 2pm and soon realized that Bundaberg doesn't rent cars either. I guess we should have looked into that before we decided to make the trip up. Whatever, I'll just check somewhere else. We sat around at the Greyhound station for like two hours before doing anything. It's feels so good to be lazy. Every hostel was full so if we didn't make a move soon we'd end up sleeping at the station. After some serious consideration we picked a spot on the map. Airlie beach here we come! Airley Beach is a 10 1/2 hour bus ride away, and about 900 km's further north. So, we had the day to kill in good ol' Bundaberg, the fruit picking capital of Australia. We met these two girls from Toronto and chatted them up for a while. Before we knew it we were making plans to get pissed that night. And so we did. Me and Aaron had a such a wicked time in Bundaberg that we didn't want to leave. The budget coach was coming at 11:30pm so the night had to come to forced end. If there is anything that I've learned from this experience is that getting wasted and taking a 10 1/2 hour bus ride don't mix.