Bridging the gap between mango farm and goig to cairns I managed to find employment as remote as you can imagine a shop to be.
You arrive and the first think you think is "oh fuck", where the hell am I? How am I going to get out of here?
Butit's all happening at roper bar! Made some great friends, had fun nights, went on a rescue mission out on the river, saw a snake, went on a helicopter ride,delievered shopping by boat and was able to see how it all works, that concept of communities for the aboriginal out here. It's a mad bizarre world in which the government thinks it does them good by buildi ng expensive houses and paying a pretty big allowance.
Providing all the things they wouldnt needif their land hadnt been taken off them in the first place.
The list of jobs you do out here in only three weeks is quite incredible
Sorting throughinvoices and birth certificates
Washing dishes, tenderising steaks, deep frying all sorts of shit and selling it as food.
Stock take and stacking shelves
Reorganizing the smallest and most packed clothes department
Tacking clothes
Filling up cars and jerry cans
Driving people to the river
Cleaning motel showers and so on.
There have been nights Icouldn't sleep because of the croaking toads. Nights I didn't sleep worrying some one had diednin the outback, nights I was kept aeake by motel gues ts watchi ng tv at full volume andmthen we had amazing evenings with too much vino, watching lightning, sitti ng in the pool or just generally in dulging in endless banter. Also went on some lovely morning walks watching the sun rise, spotting wild horses and water buffalo.
This place hasdefinitely been anything but boring and so mu ch more than I expected when I got on the bus in darwin. still, I am happy to g et out of here and having my own space again, oh and eat bananas and mangoes as mu ch as I like! Seeya later roper bar!
