It has been a whole three weeks since we landed on the island the other side of the world in order to call it home for a little while. It was a strange transition back into western society, home comforts and the reality of job hunting. I missed the novelty we were in Asia but have enjoyed being in a country with cheese!
On our first day, opening bank accounts having been awake since 2am, it seemed strange to think we would be in one place long enough, however once we unpacked those smelly backpacks it wasn’t long before we settled into a routine. Staying with Auntie Ros has meant we are well fed with delicious food.
Ricky found work amazingly quickly by replying to an advert on gumtree. When he wasn’t home by 6:30pm, second day in a new city with only a bike and a vague sense of his way, he had us all concerned, but he came home laden with tales of exterminating wasps nests and knocking down garages. Since then he has played builder, cleaner, tiler and stonemason.
We spent our first weekend in Bridgetown with Martin, Graeme, Liam and Shania. For me it was lovely to be back and for Ricky, a bit of rural Australia. Their small holding with a few cows, geese and cats kept us entertained.
The next week I found work and landed two jobs in the same day. In the day I work across the city in an office, a beautiful 40minute ride across the river and in the evening I serve at the Italian restaurant across the road. I now regularly compete with Australian lingo and their strange measures of beer- schooners, middies and stubbies.
The lovely autumn days have reached 35 degrees and we spent a nice weekend sightseeing. On Saturday Ricky and I took the bus along the beautiful coastal drive to Hilary’s boat harbour where we shopped, ate and Ricky bought a ‘traditional’ hat. On Sunday we all ventured to Fremantle, the historic port town. The city was alive, we bustled through the markets, and had fish and chips whilst listening to a live band. We also visited the roundhouse, western Australia’s oldest building, originally used as a gallows and more recently as a port. At 1pm they fired the cannon which was originally used so all boats in the surrounding area could set their clocks to the exact time.
Ricky and David will spend the next few weeks driving tractors around the Wheat belt, and for me, I have signed up to an automotive maintenance (or basic mechanics) course to prepare for all eventualities when we get a vehicle. For anyone who needs a laugh, me wearing steel toe capped boots in a garage changing break pads should provide a giggle.