Archive | February, 2013

Great news about the job but eh where are we gonna live?

26 Feb

So now we have the job organised it’s time to start setting up a home. Before we came to Bali we’d spent 8 weeks living out of a suitcase and to say I was frustrated was an understatement. I missed having a wardrobe and my clothes hanging up. Everything was mashed into this suitcase and even though it was quite a small one I could never find what I was looking for. I carried the toiletries around in a plastic shopping bag it was a nightmare.
So to hear we could finally settle down was music to my ears. But where do we settle.
We’ve decided to stay with family for the next month until we save up a bit of money for a deposit and it also gives Mark a chance to settle into the job. I have to be restrained every time we walk past K-Mart. So many things I want to buy. No where to put any of it yet.
We both agreed that we didn’t want to live in the city. I hate crowds and the feeling of being trapped so we agreed that surfers paradise was the place for us and yes I did a little dance when the decision was made. I love being by the beach and near water. I’m convinced that I was a fish or a water based animal in my last life cause you can’t keep me outta the water I just love it.
So as we get ready to leave Bali and start our new life down under I’m sure we’ll have many more adventures to come 🙂



Australia, we’re here to stay!

25 Feb

So Horray! The title says it all really, australia we’re here to stay. While we spent time on the Gold Coast Mark just fell more and more in love with the place and we were both dragging our heels on moving onto NZ.
While up in Brisbane one afternoon Mark just decided that he was going to call into Linde and see if there were any jobs going. Linde is the company Mark previously worked for. So he hopped outta the van and no more then two minutes later he was back. My heart sank, he was out that quickly it had to be a no. I felt sick. Mark hopped back in and looked at me with a cheeky grin. He’d manage to talk to the workshop manager and yes they were looking for staff. This has to be fate I thought. To be honest though, the moment I stepped foot on the Gold Coast I knew we were meant to be here and I wanted to stay.
So we sent off a cv and waited for an interview. Finally the phone rang, interview on Wednesday in the morning. We danced around with joy thankfully no one saw us!
Mark was up at the crack of dawn he couldn’t sleep all night thinking about the interview. We’d rented a car and I decided to go along for the spin.
Well we didn’t spin anywhere the most we did was creep. There’d been an accident on the highway and the traffic had been completed backed up. There was no chance of us making it on time and Mark was sweating like you couldn’t imagine. The air con wasn’t working cause we were going so slow.
Mark rang ahead and told them he was running late. Finally we arrive in Brisbane and I wish Mark luck. The minutes tick by. He’s been in there ages I thought it must be a good sign. Over an hour later Mark emerged from the interview looking relieved.
That went really well he said and meant it. He was secretly confident but I would be too with five years experience under my belt.
The next few weeks were painful. The one thing we’ve learnt is the Australians are not in any rush. Mark rang time after time after time everytime we made more progress with the job but nothing significant. We were pumping more and more money into hostels. Family was telling us to move on but Mark refused to give up.
Money was running out so we decided to move in with family and finally last Wednesday we got the news we needed. The job was officially Marks and he could start when he got the visa.
We decided to get holiday visas to come to Australia so as not to waste the work holiday one. One condition of the work holiday visa is that your out of Australia when you apply for it so that’s how we ended up in Bali.
The visa has been granted and Mark is free to start work when he’s back in Brisbane.
Needless to say we’re both absolutely delighted that he got the job and that we can stay in Australia 🙂


No love for Bali

23 Feb

So where do I begin? Ok so I think it’s safe to say I haven’t completely dismissed Bali but this week hasn’t left a great impression.
So Wednesday we got the news we were waiting for which meant we’d to leave the country to get a visa. So Wednesday night we booked everything by Thursday afternoon we were on the plane. This is the first time we’ve ever put so little planning into a holiday and yes to be honest we regretted it!
So it took us 6 hours to get to Bali and they were 6 hours of hell. We’d two guys behind us who drank all their duty free while on the plane and then proceeded to become loud, obnoxious and aggressive. You know it’s bad when they pilot comes out to remove them to the back of the plane. We finally landed and sorted out our visas for Bali. The customs over here are in no rush they enjoy wandering around.
So we made our way outta the airport and found a taxi thankfully we were a short ride to the hotel.
The roads are manic over here scooters everywhere. We turned up this dirt road and there was the hotel hidden away.
The hotel is amazing, the staff are so polite and helpful and the facilities are great. Everything is so cheap here so we’ve been living like kings.
So one of the mornings we decided to go for a wander to find plugs for our phones etc. to say it was a nightmare is an understatement. I’ve never been groped and mauled as much as I have here and I wouldn’t mind but I’m taller then the entire population!
The place is filthy there is rubbish everywhere and the smell was enough to make me dry retch the whole way down the road. The paths are slabs over the sewage and I tripped more times then I’d like to remember! The worst part was the fear of walking anywhere. I don’t like to be touched but this didn’t seen to stop then. Even mark felt out of his comfort zone and didn’t enjoy it. So we made the decision to stay in the hotel.
I haven’t given up on Bali I just would prefer to research it better and go far far into the heart of Bali. The trip served its purpose of getting the visa so thank god for that!!


Roommate Roulette

9 Feb

So we’re back in the beloved hostel. Plan was to head to New Zealand this weekend but an opportunity has come up and we’re gonna chase it.
So I’ve often said that living in a hostel is like roommate roulette you never know who’s gonna walk through that door and this week has definitely been one for the bizarre.
I actually quite enjoy hostel living you meet new people, providing their sociable their good to talk to and generally have a bit of a laugh with. Well this week wasn’t going to be anything like that. Our first roommates were lovely an English fella and a Scottish girl. Very easy to talk to and a good laugh and it turned out they spent sometime in Naas. But they up and left and from then it just went down hill.
That evening a foreign couple arrived and made it quite clear that they didn’t want to share an apartment, tough luck buddy we were here first and we ain’t moving. Then he got even more annoyed we he discovered that they had two single beds, oh no shock horror single beds, first world problems mate, I thought. He was so annoyed by this he marched the hostel worker down to the office to demand a double bed. It didn’t help matters that we left our room door open with our lovely double bed on display.
He was told that if they spent one night in the twin room they’d be sorted with a double bed the next day. He then for the rest of the night proceeded to bang doors and complain very loudly that it was unfair that we had a double bed and he didn’t. 9am the next morning he stomped down to reception and demanded his double bed. He was a delighted.
Last night we had Pete come join us, I actually thought he was here to fix something cause he didn’t really fit the backpacker image.
I had set the table and mark had gone off to get dinner. Pete looked quite happy when he seen the table had been set( did he really think he was going to get dinner?!?) he introduced himself and sat down beside me well this is awkward I thought, does he think he’s going to have dinner with me? In walks Mark and I dunno who was more put out Pete cause Mark showed up or Mark cause Pete took his seat and clearly thought we were going to have dinner. I might point out at this point that Pete was in his 60’s. He up and left and headed over to the bar to try his luck with the ladies, me and mark had full view from the sitting room and found it quite amusing.
Having not had much luck he made his way back home. Now what people do in their own homes is there own business but when in a hostel if you need the loo or a shower you lock the door. Now I don’t think Pete was aware of this and for the whole evening he pee’d with the door open and to make things awkward our room is right beside the loo. I was glued to the couch all evening until I thought we were safe to move about. This morning he then opted to shower not once, not twice but three times with the door open. That’s really not something I want to see . . . Ever!!! Thankfully he’s checked out now and we’re on our own but something tells me it won’t be like that for long