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Many things have changed since my last post, and everything has gotten a hell of a lot more groovy! Unfortunately my two travel mates have moved to Sydney, but after moving to the hostel we have become a new little family. A beautiful thing is evolving here, we are all learning new skills from one another, be it languages, instruments or just new games from respective countries, and we are all growing as a result. It’s a microcosm of wavy craziness and I bloody love it!

Living on the outskirts of this crazy world (i.e just over the fence) is yet another source of comedy gold; our bat shit loca neighbour who, to put it lightly, hasn’t quite taken to us yet. After moving into the house behind the hostel just under a month ago, she’s spent a large portion of her time screaming at us to “go back to our own country”. Our very first, and might I add distinctly memorable, encounter with the new light of our lives was her grand entrance to make a noise complaint. Of course, the whole hostel was outside drinking, so given we’d never encountered her before no one really paid her much attention. My first thoughts were that she looked slightly (rather) old to be wanting work on a farm, and what an absolutely outrageous hour 22.30 was to be looking for a job. Once we realised she was in fact the neighbour, she managed to attract a few more gazes, which resulting in her mainly informing us that when she goes to Africa she doesn’t play loud music… lesson learned…
She then proceeded to tell off two of our Korean supervisors who stood, hands behind their backs, nodding, understanding probably 50% of what they heard. Enchantés said, the turf was had begun.

This was not by far the last time we would encounter our BFF. Popping her head over our fence a few more times like a wound up jack in a box, the bank of comical memories was quickly filling up. Within the bank includes our English friend being told to “shut up Monty Python”. Clearly she doesn’t realise this is a legendary set of films for us Brits, and she just created a new and very funny nickname. Apparently we live like dogs, all farmers hate us, and again, much talk about Africa. After leaving her stumped with a little history lesson and a few questions on her thinking, she proceeded a few days later to send us a few gestures of love. A squirt with her hose pipe, just making sure we were squeaky clean for the next day of hard work and a banana skin lobbed over the fence, in case we were still peckish of course. Such displays of affection and compassion make me so please to have such a charming neighbour. The icing on the cake came one Sunday when we had hired some cars to go to Harvey Bay. We switched on the cars in the car park and the music blared out at a louder than respectable decibel. Within a second her head and middle finger shot over the fence. Of course it was just like when you stick your finger up at your besties: it means you love them…

One fine day of cleaning up the hostel, she once again appeared at our fence. After many empty promises of getting the council to kick us out, a few more that day couldn’t hurt. One of our gang managed to charm her pants off (not literally thankfully) and, finally on good terms, we managed to ruin it within an hour. She overheard a conversation which may have labelled her as slightly, possibly, bag shit crazy. Slightly definitely not being the operative word here. It’s only a meter of time before she loves us back as much as we love her…

Right?

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