Sheep, goats and kangaroos

G’day mates,

sorry for the long wait. Living in hostels without proper wifi, owning a prehistoric computer is not a good combination for keeping up a blog. Another disappointment, I promised I would tell you more about Sydney. This however, would be deceiving, since I just moved out of the city and I wouldn’t want to lie to you. Chaotic as I am, I might just tell you all the big city adventures later. For now, I moved on to a new adventure.

Not having been a good enough fundraiser, I had to start looking for a new job last week. As if by magic, I stumbled upon a job on a sheep station in the outback. Outback meaning, that I now share a property, the size that would be home to roughly 8 million people in London, with 3 people, a thousand goats and 6000 sheep.

On the way here, we passed about 20 dead kangaroos, had to dodge another 20 alive ones, in addition to heaps of emus and wild goats, that decided to just cross the dirt road as a car was passing by.

Living on a sheep station, does not mean I will actually be chasing and shaving sheep. Instead, I am working as a governess (very fancy), but basically I will be explaining the 11-year old boy that lives here the schoolwork that he gets from the School of the Air, so the parents can work on the farm.

So far, so good. Slowly getting used to being isolated. It’s a good thing that the family is really nice! Even the frogs that live in the bathroom and occasionally make their way through the drain to have a shower together, are very friendly.

Oh and guess what? My camera broke again. It’s probably going to take a while to find a place where I can get it fixed. Sheep won’t be any good at fixing camera’s I reckon? So yeah. No photo’s for now guys, but keep posted!