3 months probation!

3 months probation! It’s not what you think. it’s the good kind of probation.

I’ve now been at my job for almost 3 months. What defines 3 months to you? When I look back, 3 months to me equals 3 horribly difficult, soul numbing months of banana farming in Australia. 3 months was just under half of my trip through South America. 3 months can drag by, or it can fly by, depending on what you’re doing. But this time, the 3 months have flown by,  3 months of probation at my new job, and at the end of this month we will (hopefully) sign my permanent contract.

So, what has been happening in the past 3 months (other than me neglecting my blog)?

Well, to summarise…

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New Years Resolutions

Happy New Years from South Africa

New Years Resolutions

May this be the year to fulfil all your dreams, go on loads of adventures, say yes, smile, let your skin absorb some sunshine, let the ocean wash away your worries and let your toes bury themselves in the sand. Happy New Year Everybody! 

My question is, do you ever set yourself New Years Resolutions? Do you stick to them? I don’t normally bother, but this year, I’m keeping it simple. These are my New Years Resolutions:

1. Travel travel traveleasy, we’re headed to Thailand, but also, potentially meet Hayley (my travel buddy while in Aus/if I were lesbian she would be my partner, but I’m not) in Nepal in the British Summer, and meet Danni & Kieran (close friend from home and her boyfriend) somewhere, maybe Bali? So that’s a good start for that resolution.

2. Teach English in Asia – Flights are booked. Busy doing my TEFL course. Have I made this all to easy for myself?

3. Stop eating red meat! (I was doing really well at this in Australia, but since I’ve been home, and we Braai (BBQ), and eat Biltong (way better than Jerky!), and my mom cooks an amazing Spaghetti Bolognese and a cracker of a roast Lamb too, it’s made it pretty hard to stay away! So, I thought that as soon as I get to Thailand in March it’ll be a fresh start and the best time to curb to red meat diet).

4. Last but not least, my resolution is to say yes to more adventures!! 

I don’t even know if these are resolutions, they feel more like ideals that I would like to deeper engrain into my soul. And so ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, princes and princesses, cats and dogs, these are my goals for 2015.

Happy New Year!!

travel map

Click here to see my lovely Travel Map at Travellerspoint. It’s still a work in progress. So many places I’ve been that I still need to add (mainly Europe). Still so many more places to see. Travelling makes me happiest.

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…life in limbo isn’t all that bad

Cape Town, South Africa

When I came home from Australia in September 2014, it was 3 months earlier than planned. Plans! Who needs them? Everything happens for a reason. Everything always works out how it should. I’m a firm believer in this.

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Since I’ve been home…

I’ve been home for 6 weeks already. Time. Where does it go? It’s crazy to think that 6 months ago I was all covered in banana sap on a grubby, sweaty, humid, spider infested banana farm in Australia, living in an 8 bed dorm for 3 months, and counting those days away with so much resentment. Now, the days are flying by quicker than I can even imagine.

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Time to unpack my backpack…

The boring stuff: To summarise the end of my time in Australia… Hayley and I worked in Dingo, Australia for three months, and it was an interesting experiences to say the least: from baby kangaroos to light aircrafts filling up at the service station, a town with  a  population of 56 people, one dingy pub with no ambiance in the slightest, lots of hours spent cooking burgers for truck drivers in the roadhouse, mopping kitchen floors, but most importantly at this stage (at the end of a year of travels), we were saving money. I know money isn’t everything in the world, and I try my best to live with only the necessities,but in order to come home and happily settle my feet back down on the sandy shores of Cape Town before starting to look for a job here, money is a necessity!

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Splendour in the Grass

We’ve finished 6 weeks of our interesting experience of working in the teeny tiny town of Dingo, in Central Queensland, Australia at a Roadhouse/Truckstop/Petrol Garage/Servo. As a reward for reaching the half way mark, Hayley and I took ourselves off to Splendour in the Grass for a week of magical music festival twirling, floating, tambourine jangling, sunshine, happiness, and an overload of musical sensations. Continue reading

Moving to a town called Dingo

To be done with banana farming is a dream come true. We left Innisfail rapidly and happily and headed off to Cairns for a couple of days at Lex’s house (our home away from home). After our final weekend of drinking ample bottles of red wine and doing a final shop of all our necessities, we headed off on a week long road trip down the East Coast of Australia, from Cairns to Rockhampton, and from there, we then inland to a tiny little blip on the map called Dingo: our new home for the next 3 months.

backpacking with kermit

backpacking with kermit

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no more bananas

The past 3 months of living in Innisfail and working on a banana farm have probably been the shittiest 3 months of my life. It’s been a roller coaster of squished rats, spider bites, cockroaches, frogs, rat piss and long hours of physical labour, working side by side with the stinkiest Frenchman of all time. To top it all off, I have also been living in one of the worst towns I’ve ever traveled to, in a hostel that I probably wouldn’t recommend to anybody else, ever. The job on the banana farm has been by far the worst job I have ever had (so far), but it has also been the job that I have been most scared to lose. This job, doing 3 months of regional work, enables me to extend my working holiday visa in Australia by an extra year. Continue reading

Russel Heads and The Great Barrier Reef…FOR FREE

On the boat to Russel Heads

The only way to truly experience a country as a backpacker, is to meet some locals. The locals will take you to the most intimate secret spots imaginable. They will go out of their way to share their beautiful country with you. When I am at home, and I come across travellers, it is my favourite thing to show them how beautiful Cape Town is. Karma comes back to you. Continue reading