Busselton: 23rd Feb - 16th March- I've not gone travelling, I've moved here. As of today (16th March) I have been in Busselton for a staggering 5 weeks...rather a long time considering I orginally planned on staying here one, perhaps two weeks! It doesn't feel anywhere near that long and I'm at a bit of a loss to account for where the time has gone really! I know I've spent a fair chunk of it working, an even larger chunk at the beach and even more time (especia...

Busselton 22nd Feb: With appreciation to the Red Cross The previous two days, the weekend, had been very low key and chilled out - mostly involving spending the day on the beach playing uke, reading, listening to music and generally just absorbing the heat. Not overly exciting to write (or read) about but still nice and relaxing in an 'oh this isn't work' fashion. This day started out in an identical fashion and yet by its end would find itself worthy of an enti...

Busselton. 16-20th Feb: Girders and Grapes Monday evening marked my return to unemployment and as luck would have it Tuesday morning would herald my retreat back into the workforce. I'd been talking to one of the people in the hostel Monday night and he mentioned his place might need some help for a day or two, I wasn't clear what exactly the work was but thought I'd work it out once I got there. He called Tuesday morning to say no joy...only to then call back l...

Busselton. 16-20th Feb: Girders and Grapes Monday evening marked my return to unemployment and as luck would have it Tuesday morning would herald my retreat back into the workforce. I'd been talking to one of the people in the hostel Monday night and he mentioned his place might need some help for a day or two, I wasn't clear what exactly the work was but thought I'd work it out once I got there. He called Tuesday morning to say no joy...only to then call back l...

10-15th Feb Busselton: Sea, sand and thousands upon thousands of leaves It was quite an early start and though I did my best to remain quiet I can't help but think I woke up everyone in my dorm prior to crashing out the front door. In a lovely ironic moment I couldn't find my room key, it was probably someplace really obvious but having a bus to catch I had precious little time to find it and so left the hostel 20 dollars lighter. It's not a great deal of money...