Good afternoon all and welcome back! It’s been a good few months since our last update (apologies) so as ever there’s plenty to catch you up on. As I write this we’re in Cairns ahead of our flight to Singapore next Wednesday (which has come around seriously fast) but ill try and start where we left off last time. We ended up working on the Twist strawberry farm for two months in total. There were rumours flying around every day that “the farm was finish...

G’day all, how ya goin? Its been a good while since our last update so theres a fair bit to catch you up on. As we left off in our last blog we were due to imminantly start work on the local strawberry farm and were (shockingly) looking forward to doing so. Well, you’ll be pleased to hear that we are now professional strawberry pickers (and packers in Aimees case). We now know precisely how a strawberry is to be picked, what a ‘runner’ is, how the ‘sp...

The story so far is…. The morning we were due to depart from mooloolaba we were up early in order to pack up (again!) and moved on to Maroochydore where we hope to be spending the next three months working. Can you believe that, we actually hope to work!! Crazy stuff! Anyway, time again to tackle the public transport in the form of a bus towards Maroochydore, however this time we were not only weighed down with backpacks but also the two ’bags for life’ we...

We arrived in Mooloolaba to sunshine and a gentle breeze, something we had both yearned for since we arrived in Australia. As previously mentioned, Katrina had been kind enough to deliver us to the hostel door, so after a fond farewell we checked in and unloaded the monstrous weights that our bags have turned into and set off to explore our new home for the next five nights. Just down the road from the hostel we welcomed the sight of the glistening ocean and a g...

G'day mate(s), how ya goin? (That seems to be the Aussie greeting of choice by the way). So anyway, to follow on from the previous blog, the following morning we needed no encouragement to pack our things and leave the freezing tepee behind as we made our way down to the bus depot to catch our next coach to Surfers Paradise, about three hours further up the coast. Surfers Paradise had a very Spanish holiday resort feel to it, reminding us both of Magaluf as the...