Finally, we have left the farm!! And sooner than we expected after work was becoming thin and we had a disagreement over working hours.

We're not going to dwell on it too much, but Malcolm quite literally behaved like a child and very unprofessionally (just to give you an idea, he didn't even say one word to us when he drove us to the train station!). Those at home curious will have to wait until we're back to get the gossip. We never got around to planting the new runners which was a huge relief! Thank goodness for that, I was thinking of way to avoid that all week and he made it a lot easier for us.

It was a bit of a nightmare really, while Emily was trying to book us the train tickets of the morning we left (leaving it this late not being our fault!) our seats were booked up by someone else. There was only one seat and although we offered to pay the same rate but for one of us to stand for the whole 4 hour journey we were denied because of "health and safety"! Please! What a load of garbage! Our next best hope was to go to the local station and hope that there are no shows. When we got to the station, we had smiles beaming across our faces as Malcolm drove away without saying a word, I wonder if he was expecting or even hoping that we would be in the slightest bit upset. Anyway, we got to the desk and were met with an uncaring and unmotivated member of staff and looking at the other bloke next to him we could tell he was exactly the same. These two would serve the community better as a toilet brush, although given that tweedle dumb was completely balled he wouldn't even be very good at that. Sadly we have found this to be quite common since leaving Asia. We knew after speaking to the lady over the phone while trying to book tickets (whom was actually trying to be helpful) that there are likely to be no shows but that the guys at this office would need to keep ringing as they pass each station. Gazing at us clearly without a proactive brain cell existing in that marshmallow for a brain of his and after telling him this he shrugged us off the the coach station because there was "nothing he could do"! Swine! We already know that the greyhound bus has departed and that they only come to Bundeberg once a day. We really needed to get out of Bundeberg, not just because it's crap (putting very bluntly), but because all the hostels around here are working hostels, meaning you can't book just one night, you have to book a week!

We got to the coach station which looked very old school, quite nice actually and spoke to a lady who was the complete opposite to tweedle dumb. Who kindly and quickly sorted us out with the only other bus that leaves this awful little town today, "Greyhound". We paid more than we liked but it's a lot cheaper than staying here, and in the next two hours we started our long journey down to Noosa where we could start living again.

C & E x