Time to work
Trip Start
Jun 08, 2005
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Trip End
Ongoing
well now back to 'reality' and the working grind. not really sure at all how the hell i got here but it seems ok for the moment to save some pounds. my accomodation, three meals a day and some drinks on the side are costing me £50 a week at this old inn pub like place that i have found myself working at. there are about 5 others aussies working in the very small town of hawkhurst, so i dont feel out of place mentally just physically. fresh country air and views over the paddocks are bonuses.
as the town is small there is not much to do, maybe this will be good to save some pounds, or will it make me spend it on my days off getting out of there?
my plan at the moment is to stick it out for a bit and then move on to bigger and better things after christmas, but i am never one to stick to plans really.
i cannot believe how very proper and english everything really is, my house who i share with a chinese monk kicthen hand, hungrain house keeper, a chick from brissy and a couple from perth is down a little counrty lane lined by holly hedges and sits oppostie garden allotments where people grow their vegies and chrisanamums.
signs are very polite as well, they say things like 'thank you for driving carefully' i cannot think of others right now but it is amazingly polite wording of signs, oh heres one instead of slow down one sign read 'ease down' simple things like that which get me.
the manor houses around the area are grand with names like tall oak cottage and cobblers house, the fields are very green filled with plump lambs, and the people are so polite and i have encounter many cultural differences already. little things like beers with no head at all, as they feel ripped off if there is as much beer as you can get in the glass. ironically everyone drinks fosters and guys often have shandies, or a lager top as it is so manly called.
i was welcome into hawkhurst on my first night drinking at the pub by a hugh fight involving around 40 people mmmmm think i am in redneck england. . .
as the town is small there is not much to do, maybe this will be good to save some pounds, or will it make me spend it on my days off getting out of there?
my plan at the moment is to stick it out for a bit and then move on to bigger and better things after christmas, but i am never one to stick to plans really.
i cannot believe how very proper and english everything really is, my house who i share with a chinese monk kicthen hand, hungrain house keeper, a chick from brissy and a couple from perth is down a little counrty lane lined by holly hedges and sits oppostie garden allotments where people grow their vegies and chrisanamums.
signs are very polite as well, they say things like 'thank you for driving carefully' i cannot think of others right now but it is amazingly polite wording of signs, oh heres one instead of slow down one sign read 'ease down' simple things like that which get me.
the manor houses around the area are grand with names like tall oak cottage and cobblers house, the fields are very green filled with plump lambs, and the people are so polite and i have encounter many cultural differences already. little things like beers with no head at all, as they feel ripped off if there is as much beer as you can get in the glass. ironically everyone drinks fosters and guys often have shandies, or a lager top as it is so manly called.
i was welcome into hawkhurst on my first night drinking at the pub by a hugh fight involving around 40 people mmmmm think i am in redneck england. . .


