Tag: Western Australia

Don’t Follow Me, I’m Lost Too – West Coast Pt 1

Don’t Follow Me, I’m Lost Too – West Coast Pt 1

We didn’t head out of Perth until around 1.30pm. Two girls, one severely jet lagged (a day after flying in from the UK) and the other just fairly useless when it comes to practicalities; filling up and trying to work out what we could cook […]

Big City Lights Calling – Manjimup Pt 4

Big City Lights Calling – Manjimup Pt 4

The mad town of Manjimup is now well and truly in my past. And let’s hope it stays there. No more mental bosses screaming at me for getting sinks wet, no more cleaning of dog placenta from dogs tails and no more cleaning poo from […]

Escaping Manjimup – A Margaret River Road Trip

Escaping Manjimup – A Margaret River Road Trip

We had our first day off in three weeks and it called for a celebration: a mini road-trip to Margaret River, one last jaunt in our Holden Commodore, which is currently more dust than car, before it moves on to owners new. Sheer blue skies […]

Becoming a Dog Person – Manjimup Pt 3

Becoming a Dog Person – Manjimup Pt 3

Picking fruit, packing vegetables, slaving away on a farm in extreme heat losing my body weight in sweat each day; what I had expected to be doing to earn my second year visa, the type of work you’d only do if you’re a backpacker and […]

Don’t Swerve – Manjimup Pt 2

Don’t Swerve – Manjimup Pt 2

The diamond tree has a lookout straddled atop its bough, 52m vertically up in the air. Stakes have been forced into its trunk to form a ladder that winds steeply around the trees trunk, a flimsy chicken wire mesh vaguely protects you from falling outwards, […]

The hunt for rural work – Manjimup

The hunt for rural work – Manjimup

On a good day, Manjimup is a 3.5 hour drive south of Perth, down two long highways. The first is lined with fields that stretch dusty and scrubby with stumpy trees east and west. Approaching Manjimup you become hemmed in by towering Karri trees which […]

Touch Down in Perth

Touch Down in Perth

Touch down in Perth was an anticlimax if ever there was one, Jas and Mike had been sat in arrivals over an hour waiting whilst I queued to have my passport stamped manually and when I finally got through customs I walked straight past them. […]