Moved to Cable Beach
Maan, where the hell do I start? It’s been about a week since our last entry, and it feels like 3 months.
The end of Roebuck Bay (Rowie) Caravan Park
We left Roebuck Bay Caravan Park after the 2nd day. That place was a bit rough for our tastes. We had a blast the last morning we were there though. We headed down to the beach and dug an oval shaped race-trench. After some smack talk about who was going to win, we picked out the fastest and meanest hermit crabs crawling down the beach and put them into the race-trench.
Rose’s crab cheated the most, but mine wasn’t exactly fairest and best either so we called it a draw. (They didn’t actually finish the lap, and after changing the rules about 15 times to try to declare a winner, we decided our hermits were both stupid and useless and put them back on the sand).
Arrival at Cable Beach Caravan Park
Aaaah… Now THIS is a caravan park. It’s excellent here. The pool is claimed to be the best in Broome and I believe it. It’s got a waterfall thing and a cave behind it (that smells of chlorine fumes and small hysterical child urine) but the whole damn thing is luscious.
The amenities (dunnies and showers for the rest of you) are schmick and the camp kitchen, although chock-a-block full of half-naked nords, is great. FYI, that’s Male nords. The female nords wear a little too much clothing in my opionion, but Rose is having an ocular feast at dinner time, if you know what I mean.
The cats around the kitchen
There’s a few real characters here. One of the nords is in this neck-brace. He’s got a beard and a big wooly head of hair and has this massive neck-brace thing on. Doesn’t stop him from prancing around and kicking soccer balls and swimming races in the pool though. We’ve ascertained through a combination of listening to his nordic conversations, watching him faff about in the kitchen and his job application at our workplace cafe, that our nordic ponce is a chef by trade.
We’ve never seen such a faffy cook in our time. One of his fellow nude nords was complaining about his knife being sharp. Sir Ponce-a-lot came bounding over with his neckbrace and took the knife with a “I’lllll take the case!!” look about him and then deftly picked up an onion and threw it down onto the camp kitchen bench with authority. He started to chop in his chef way and it just wasn’t working for him. He may as well have been cutting with his neckbrace. He looked at this knife with utter disgust and declared loudly “This is broken”… We loled. Not that it’s blunt, but the knife is broken and isn’t working. The look told a story that no matter how much the knife was sharpened, it couldn’t cut. He was disguested. More about him another day. I’ll provide a photo. If it doesn’t offend you Keely.
Also, there’s a woman here who looks like the 1989 Dr Who (the Dr Who we all know as Dr Who) but she looks like she’s blissing out at everything with this vague smile on her face. Not much of a conversationalist though.
Employment
After putting off finding work Thursday, Friday and the ensuring weekend, we swaggered into the airconditioned Broome Boulevard with one determination. To find a joe-job who’ll pay us minimum wage to do menial tasks.
Rose walked into a Shoe store whome she’s been eyeing off for a few days and they only offered 10 hours a week. I walked into the famous Broome Boulevard Cafe (aka, backwater crappe) and they offered both Rose and I a job on the spot.
We’ve done a few shifts so far and it’s excellently aweful. I’m (Sam) working the back mainly as a fry cook. I fry Chips, Wedges, Beef and Cheese Sausauages, Wing Dings, “Fish” chunks and nuggets and assorted strange things which make me feel like an enourmous white trash shit-kicker.
Rosie works the front as a waitress making fresh juices, frappes, milkshakes and doing the needful in general. It is the first place she has worked where the customers are far less annoying than the staff.
I walked out the front yesterday and Rose looked like she was contemplating clotheslining some waitresses!
Our real struggle is corking the flow of hours they want to give us. They don’t seem to understand we don’t want to spend this holiday working in a fat-trap.
Jobs here are plentiful so if it gets too crap-tacular we’ll grab something else.
The Battle of Cable Beach
This battle was more of a clandestine ninja attack rather than a battle per-se.
Don’t know what a vestibule is? Click this
http://www.google.com.au/search?hl=en&sa=X&oi=spell&resnum=0&ct=result&cd=1&q=tent+vestibule&spell=1
That’ll save me explaining.
We had our day-packs with our valuables inside our vestible while we slept on the 16th. AT OUR FEET!
On the morning of the 17th we awoke to find someone had grabbed our packs out of our vestibule and this ninja had actually gone through Rose’s day-pack and her wallet next to our tent, and they made off with my whole bag! See Lest We Forget for a list of items stolen.
It was pretty fucking creepy and we found out that someone near us had been robbed as well and almost everyone we speak to has either been robbed, or knows someone has been robbed. Last night in the camp kitchen, most people in there had been robbed!
In short, we’re having a spectacular time and even though we’ve encountered a bunch of problems, it’s been fan-tastic. Pretty sure it’ll make Chris vomit, but feeling fonder and fonder of Rose each day I’m up here, spending all the time together has worked damn well.
Missing you all and I promise I’ll get some photos up very soon.
Everyone come up for Sunday Breakfast!!!
Take it easy
Sam & Rose
lol. Frycook. lol.
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*snicker*
It all sounds lovely. Just … lovely. :D Except for the not-so-lovely parts, which sound sucky. Are you referring to each other as “my partner” yet? I instinctively ducked after typing that. Suppose I’d better oblige (*barf*). And stop feeling Rose on yer blog, Sam, inappropriate!!
Unfortunately I haven’t been able to locate one of those motion/sound activated robots. That or I didn’t try, I don’t recall. Have you considered a moat? The very latest in altitude dispersement technology (shovel) plus a guide to implementing recent innovations in Hydrogen-Oxygen atomic control and delivery techniques (tap …. hose) can be yours for one low, low price. Act now and receive free translucent plastic gift wrapping!
Apparently we have a “possible armed gunman / seige” (define an unarmed gunman? o.O) in the city at the moment, I might pop over after lunch and ask where he acquired said firearm for you. Or .. not. He’s probably having name resolution issues.
Holy dogshit batman that ham can write!.. and by write i don’t mean put pen to paper, goddamnit!, i mean write like Enid Blyton on a six of redbull! I feel like i’m strolling disembodied in some marvelous adventure with a bright stripy towel slung over me shoulder and some red cordial 3 year old shouting facts at me through a mouthful of gummi bears. You know a good way to test a nordish neckbrace? punch in the neck. Thats problem one solved, now for those thieves. You need to set yourselves a crafty trap, catch em, Punch em in the neck. *dusts hands*
Despite there being a glut in the current market, my job here is done. Thats good holiday writing folks. Like the nords say, “This is broken”. And you broke it. So don’t come all puppydog eyed to me when the man from the internet shows up to squeeze you two into canned spam, i didn’t write this shit. But i wish i had. I’ll see you in hell/broome companyeros.