Healthy Diet

My boss just asked me if I was still on a health kick, ivolving the eating of healthy food.

I replied in the affirmative.

I was after all eating a donut with strawberry jam in it.
And strawberries are a fruit.
And fruit is good for you.

So i'm still on my healthy diet.

Holiday Journal Enrty for 9/11/06

We went to Tipperary today. No not the one of song fame ("It's a long way to Tipperary") but the Australian farm variety.
It was massive.
I don't just mean the size of the farm, but the whole thing.
There were mango trees, hundreds of the bastards, and not in orchards, but just beautifying the place.
It had a lake, wetlands, massive cattle sheds, it's own school, butcher and general store.
Massive.
Lush green lawns.
No photos because I was working but, Wow.
There ain't no drought up here.

Authors Note: This is one of the very huge grass hoppers that live in NT. It landed on the bumper of the car when we were stopped, and I thought, "That's friggin huge."

Oh, and the major animal farmed up here is cattle.
Now I don't know what you think, but one of my first impressions (besides that they were bloody skinny) was "They look like Jar Jar Binks!" (of Star Wars fame for the uninitiated) But less down right stupid.

Authors Note: This was the best shot I got of the cattle. He seemed to be telling me "Ok you can have a photo of me, but my arse needs to be in the shot to." It was very common for me to then refer to the cattle as "Jar Jar Binks looking mother fuckers."


Staying in a 10 by 6 box tonight. The light doesn't even work and the lamp has no globe. What do you expect for $25 a night. Would have liked my own loo. But the upside is that it has air conditioning, and in NT that alone is worth $25.

Interlude: A Moustache Story

I got back from holidays and discovered that I could not eat with out putting my moustache in my mouth and could not drink with out using it as a filter.

So I took a photo and found...
Look Ma, no top lip.
But then after a delicate piece of surgery with a pair of sissors, a steady hand and a mirror.
I soon dicovered the lost treasure of King Soloman.
My top lip!

Holiday Journal Entry for 8/11/06

Nothing spectacular today, well exept for Wangi Falls.
Will be going back there for sure.
But the gross news of the day is, I had 4 showers today.
1 in the morning.
1 after my swin in the motel pool when we were done for the day.
The other 2 were in my own sweat.
Once again sweating my arse off working in a concrete hut.
At this rate I will have no arse left.
(Authors Note: I still have my arse.)

Authors Note: This is a photo of me looking my best after one of my sweat showers. My shirt is soaked with sweat, no extra warter was put on me, just pure sweat.

Holiday Journal Enrty for 7/11/06

Firsts Today.
1: Sweating my fucking arse off in a 5m by 5m concrete bunker with no windows and a tin roof.
I think FUCK is the only correct adjective to use about the heat and humidity.

Authors Note: This is a photo from near one of the sites we were working at Mandorah. Nice huh.

2: Buffalo meat.
I had a buffalo burger, which was the second animal today added to my "Animals I've Eaten" list.
Camel was the other. The buffalo burger was great. The camel Jerkey was ordinary. (Authors Note: I do usually like jerky) But two more animals on the list.

3: Light Beer. (Authors Note: For international readers Light Beer in Aus means Low Alcohol)
My first experiance of it. And I am converted (Sadly) Being a "Cadburies" (Authors Note: Glass and a half) I cannot drink much beer and not feel crap. (Authors Note: Burbon is my drink.)

Authors Note: We found a frog on one of the chairs where we were staying. I pestered it with my camera and got some good photos. This one is especially nice because of the Dead Kennedys shirt and the rest of the cabins in the back ground. How the fuck did he stay clinging to the chair is also a fair question to ask.

4: Running over Cain Toads.

Ok now, I am not blood thirsty. Yes I like to eat meat, but killing for killings sake is not for me.

With Cain Toads I make the exeption to prove the rule.

Nasty vermin beasts.

Due to the Alcamahole, I laughed very hard when, upon trying to run a cain toad over, a very large "pop" was heard.

Yep definatly got him.

And add two more to my resume as well.

Thats all for now, tired.

Authors Note: A Cain Toad before the wheels hit.

Holiday Journal Entry for 6/11/06

Well day one and I already have a few stories.

The plane left at 2:30pm and 3 and 1/2 hours later, after smelling BO, farts and baby odurs (both ends of the baby provided smells) I walked from the plane hoping for some beautiful fresh air.
What I found was that I was struggling for breath.
How is it that humid air can make it so hard to breath?
But it was the heat and the humidity combined that was opressive, and I don't think I have stopped sweating since.

I did have a good conversation about the size of the counrty of mine.
3 and 1/2 hours from the south to the north. And about 5 and 1/2 hours from east to west.
This is a big country.

Tonight we went to the Darwin Sailing Club for tea.
Magnificient, on the sea, sun set, clouds. Beautiful.
Plenty of photos.

Work starts tomorrow. We shall see what that brings, shant we.

As you can see the photos did turn out.

Why No Journal Entries Sloth?

Well because gentle readers, I need to put photos into my entries, to back them up or just to add visual to the stories. To do this I need to access the memory in my camera and the comnputer I am on won't recognise my camera. (Yes I did remember to bring my USB cable)

So no photos, no journal entries.
Deal with it.
I have to.

Works Over

I'm back in Darwin and the work is done. Tomorrow I will be farting around till the guy I am working with leaves and then Wednesday I will be touristing it up.
I already have plans to go to the crockidile farm and the nature reserve, also to go back to Litchfield National park to see all of the attractions there.
I will be looking at some stuff in Darwin, but not till Friday or Saturday.
Oh well dinner time.
Must go.

Out and About

I am sitting in a hotel in Kathrine, 300km south of Darwin. It was about 41degC outside today. Or for all you Farenhieght people FECKING HOT.
I have been keeping my written journal to copy and upload when I get back, why not do it now you ask.
Because I couldn't be arsed.
And thats the truth.
I'm absolutly knackered.
We have been working in about two sites a day. Not to bad you say. Well ok, it's not that bad, but they are about 100km apart, but only as the crow flies. By road they are more like 200 to 150km apart. On bituman, single lane (ie a road that only fits one car for both directions, that is whindy and you can travel it at about 100kmp/h if you want to. Yes my knuckles were white when I was driving it.) and dirt (that is corregated, so that, if you needed a massage before you went on it, about 5 min in you don't need the massage, but after 10 min you need a chiropractor to sort you out.) The car is a big cow of a 4WD, that has all the mobility of a elephant that has taken rohinol and falled into a quagmire of mud, i.e. none, and the stopping power of a naked drunk person who has just been pushed out of a moving car on to ice, i.e. none.
And then the sites are a concrete hut with no windows or air-conditioning. So, to make a massive understatment, they are bloody hot.
And I suppose the 10 odd burbons last night didn't help either. (Oh and I discovered I can drink stout, yey for me.)
But you will hear more about that later. I know, because it is in my journal.
Lots to say, lots to tell. But right not I just want to sleep.
Hopefully only one or two more day of this before I get to be in full holiday mode.
Now to bed.
ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Working Holidays

Well, as of Monday I will be in Darwin for two weeks. I don't know whether I will be getting to any internet cafes so I don't know if I will be blogging.
I will be trying to keep a journel, a real one, written and everything, in a book. Wow.
I will then try and upload it when I get back, along with some photos.
Fly High everyone
and Be Free.

Things You Learn

I haven't had a music review on here for a while, mainly because no computer at home. (Yes it is happening slower than a slow thing on a slow day)

But In the past two days I have discovered things I sort of knew before, but just came to the front of my mind.

One: Unlike most people who would find Barry White or Marvin Gaye sexy and romantic, I find Massive Attack hugely sexy. It has to do with the dark brooding mysterious nature of the music. It sort of makes me think of the whole "what could be" stuff, is a sexy way, weird but then who said I was close to "normal". I think I said to one friend "It's dark, moist and mysterious, just like sex should be." She laughed at me, who could blame her.
Needless to say I don't listen to them that much. You don't need sexy in your life with no-one to be sexy with.

Two: Placebo depresses me. Ok so today I am in a depresses state of mind, due to being able to think too much (stupid brian), but still, with Placebo coming out of the speakers I know my mood will not change. Why have it on then you ask. Well, because I want to wallow. Haven't been close to this far down in a while and though, not huge on the scale of things, I need this so I know what happy is when it happens. I am a firm believer in that you must know pain to know pleasure, otherwise what do you have to compare it to.
Sing in that sad pathetic voice Placebo, and make me think of my own sadness so that I can know how low I can go, so that I can know the hights too.

So with no sexy and sadness this looks to be a good day.