Tenterfield lodge, what a nightmare

Trip Start Jul 28, 2009
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Trip End Jul 27, 2010


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Monday, May 3, 2010









Staying in Tenterfield lodge was like being in a prison, or worse, a boy scout camp!


Tenterfield lodge is a backpackers working hostel in (the backwater town) of Tenterfield. Located in the very north of New South Wales, almost on the border to Queensland. As I arrived in Australia with no cash, and had to take any job that I could, this resulted in me picking tomatoes in a few farms around the Tenterfield area.


Let me introduce the Hostel owners, Barbara and Greg. No pictures, sorry but words will have to do. 
Barbara is the mega bitch. Nice at first, but turns sour after you’ve gave her your $140 bond.
Greg, drove us to work and generally was ok, but he was a supporter of Barbaras routine. Which made him the enemy.


Here are a few hilarious quotes me and John (another farm worker) complied last night. These are all things that she said to us...


"Ok guys, you've had all morning to say good bye. It's time to leave. I'm not going to say this again" 
- Just as we were about to leave, we were having final good byes. Like most normal people would if you’ve been working together. For Barbara this was too much time, she had ‘a lot of work to do’.


"Here's the mop and bucket for ya - Said Barbara to me


Nice try Barbara! - Thinking she was trying to make me do the kitchen again


What do you blady mean, 'nice try?" It's 20 past 9, you’re cleaning the kitchen- Shouted Barbara to me" 
- I was in the kitchen at 9.20 and that meant I had to clean the whole kitchen. After this I didn’t feel so bad about hiding my unwashed bowl in the microwave one morning.


And one night someone forgot to wash a bowl, and an oven tray. Well, that was a good enough cause for Barbara to call us all down stairs (when everyone was sleeping) and ask who did it. Of course no one did it. Read the following quotes to get the jist of it all.


"I haven't said 'fuck' in 5 months, just ask Kieron. KIEON?!" - Wow, she must have sworn a lot previously for it to be noticeable by the longest term resident. Some threat this was!


"I can stand here all night" 

  • A great idle threat made by Barbara after no-one owned up to the no-washing up situation. 




"Everyone get your knives and forks"

  • After no one had owned up she then targeted those who had no knives and forks in their box where we kept all our shopping etc. It turned out that a good 15 of us had not got a complete set of cutlery. Anyone who had everything were excused as ‘good washer-upers’, everyone else (including me) were blamed for the washing situation. How fair.




"And if it happens again, I'll put everyone's name into a pot, I'll draw one out and they'll have to pack their bags and leave. That's fair"
- Wait, it gets worse. She threatened the non-washer-upers that if it happened again one of us would get kicked. Is she fucking crackers or what?




"I could have kicked Graham out, but it wouldn't have been fair on the farmer"

  • The next day it happened again, and she actually went through with her evil words. There was a pot, and al our names got pulled out. Graham turned out to be the name, but the trigger factor was actually me. I hadn’t  washed up my bowl that day, but as I owned up all I had to do was wash the kitchen that night. Her words were still useless threats, but I still cleaned the kitchen.




"Thanks Rob" (as seen on the display picture for this blog)
- Yeah, the next day I actually got some appreciation from what I did. Bitch.




"I can't believe you people who are not able to clean your pots!" 
- I probably heard this more from her than “hello”.




Greg is Barbaras lovely husband - 


Honks horn when I was right next to him. Assumed it couldn’t have been directed at me, so I carried on walking to the kitchen to get some food after a hard days work.


"let me look at your treds" said Greg, Barbara’s husband
he’d stopped the van and ran up to me.
-I showed him my treds-
There was nothing on my treds, because my shoes (a classic vans style shoe which don’t have any treds).
"Yeah, well, go up stairs and change your shoes anyway"
Preventing me from entering the kitchen.


"The season will last 6 weeks" 
It lasted 3 and a half weeks.


"Once you become better you will pick around 150 buckets per day"

  • Not actually said to me personally, but was said to the people who were arriving when the season was pretty much dead. When I arrived she claimed I’d pic 40 buckets per day when I first start. Which is a fair estimate, but to late comers, to hook them in to a dead season she’d lie and steal their money in form of rent and dish washing charges.






"Or youz wont be getting your bond back"
And finally, my all time favourite and most heard quote. Of course it’s illegal to keep $140 of our money if we get kicked out, all it took was a trip down the police station (which has happened before according to a rumour). She still had us all by our balls though with the bond.
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