When I arrived at Keith´s it felt like coming back home. Didn´t have to use my GPS to get there, new where everything was. Later in the day we went to the Pub, to Spottiswood, as always. Again, just like coming back home. When I used the toilet I came to the conclusion “you know that you´re home when you know where the toilet in the pub is…” We had a good time in the pub, as always. Some people remembered me from the last time i´ve been there. During the day I got my stuff organized and in the afternoon we went back to the pub. We´re always haveing such a good time there. On Sunday Keith had some friends from Holland coming over, Leen and Jaco so I met the three of them in the pub…again. More fun times and more laughs. Bloody Keith, No more up and down moods. Cheers for that, mate! I´m always having fun times with him and great conversations. He´s as well always thinking about “where next” and we exchange stories, experiances and “i´d love to go there” stories. Don´t think much about saving money at the moment, just happy to live life and having a good time.
On Monday I met up with Leen und Jaco and showed them a little bit around Melbourne CBD, all the grafiti lanes and some cool bars. Felt a little like a local. Leen and Jaco left on Tuesday and I booked my ferry to Tasmania for thursday evening. Some more great evenings at Spotties with Keith and off I went to Tassie. Was a bloody hot day. 39°C and I was waiting in the line up for the ferry. bloody hot that is. The ferry ride was easy but 10hrs are long. Met Ian, an other biker on the ferry so we had a chat for a while.
Getting off the ferry in Tasmania I met up with Declan Osborne real quick. I came off the ferry and he went on it. Not a very good timing. A brief catch up is better then non. No idea where I was heading. Ended up going West. I was surprised how white the beaches are in Tasmania and how blue the water is. Went down some backroads down the West coast. Beautiful scenery. Was quite happy just riding along. To Zeehan, Strahan and over to Queenstown and on towards Lake St. Claire where I went hiking for a day. Just love my lifestyle. Riding my bike, camping out every night, living simple, going hiking, live life.
Went on to Mt. Field and the beautiful road out to Strathgordon. Some more hikes in the area and nice chats with a chic in the Info centre. Seems like the first day she realized that i´m not a backpacker or tourist so she gave me some cool ideas what to do. She was not like the rest “you shouldn´t do that by yourself” or “you shouldn´t go there” She just said “take care and let me know that you´re back” Next time when I came back she luckily was there again and she said “oh, up for more adventures?! I´ll send you somewhere where almost no one goes” When I left I heard her collegue say “he needs the key for the gate and he has to sighn the paper” Her reply was “naa, he´s on a bike, look at him, he´ll be alright” wich made me smile.
I recieved a call about a job application and I was asked to come in for an interview on Monday. I said I´m about 60km away so I can come in this afternoon. I applied for a short term TIG welding job and thought that this would get me up on my feet in Tassie and pay my bills til I figure everything out. It was via a placement agency. At the interview the lady told me about two other jobs with better pay but no overtime. I thought yeah why not. Passed my weld test and could start work there. But I was still livin on the campsite. The next days I had two other job offers. But still no place to live. I always seem to first find jobs before I have a place to live. In the first week I found out that they are actually so busy that they work saturday and sunday. Exactly what I was looking for. But Since I was with a placement agency I was too expensive to do overtime. What a bummer. I just see money running away every weekend and that hurts.
The long weekend before I started work I went to Cockle Creek, the most southern point in tasmania. A white sand beach with clear water and bloody hot. So perfect to spend the weekend.
I spent an other week on the campsite and found a place to live 2km from my work. But bloody expensive living here. Anyway. I enjoy working again. But not working enough hurts.
An other long weekend came up so I went to Freycinet and Wineglass bay. Then only dirtroads back to Hobart. Beautiful Tasmania is indeed!
I was wondering why my Visa application for my second year here in Australia takes so long. So I double checked and nothing in my status had changed. Still said “waiting for documents” but I have uploaded the documents 6 weeks ago and it said `recieved`. But what I haven´t done was scrolling all the way down and click on submit. Bloody fuckin German!
I was two weeks past the timeframe to submit the documents. So no idea if i will get the visa or not. What a big big bummer. Can forget about my job in Antarctica now since I can´t submit my new visa in time for my application to be concidered. I feel like I screwed up my lifestyle. Make a lot of money in a short time, work as much as you can and then live as long as you can as intence as you can. Feel like a bloody idiot. And there is nothing else to blame then myself.