they will just get arrested over there period. save it for at home. don't ****ing dare drive after cos they really go to town on it. How long are they going to australia for? one of our lot went there in june. thought it was ****ing freezing. didn't think they had winters.. the twat. Looks like its sun in mexco then sun in aussie land for them....
My daughter spent a year in Australia some years ago. Flew to Sydney in June where it was pissing down and cold - she wasn't expecting it either. Australian media do like to give the impression that it's wonderful all year. She went up to Cairns but that was too hot and sticky and full of people that must have been extras in cannibal films. Finally settled in Brisbane for the rest of the time.
Flying to Melbourne and initially looking for hospitality / cheffing / bar jobs. Ultimately, they want a job on a farm. The money is good, but it's 6 hard days' work a week in blistering heat. They're saving up there and have ideas on a joint business venture at a geography TBC.
they shouldn't have much bother. our twat went there on a road trip. tell her to dump the twat and get a real job
I've considered moving to Australia a few times... But never too seriously... I've been in the US too long. Think it would do kids good to experience another culture too. Queensland keep sending me emails with lists of tech jobs... They're always actively trying to get programmers to move there, they have a shortage.
My lad did the farm work thing, made him realise that manual labour is ****ing hard work, came back and knuckled down bless him.
Do it - not so many hurricanes. Though they do have an extraordinary number of things that bite, sting or are extremely unpleasant in so many ways. Not to mention the wildlife. They also talk funny, but you're used to that.
I've heard that death by crazy aussie wildlife is actually quite low. Fire is the real crazy killer there. Bush fires are under rated. They do talk funny... But word usage is closer to British than American so it would actually be a step in the right direction.
Yeah. Wouldn't be missing games because at work. Instead of in bed drinking mornkng coffee for the weekend games... Id be... Drinking night time coffee on the couch.
Right then. My lift to the airport arrived on time and dropped me at scum airport at 8.15 am. I was booked into the exec lounge for 8.30 am. I had already checked in on-line, but hadn't been allocated a seat for the Schipol - Mexico leg. This was resolved when I went to the KLM desk. Then security, where there was a queue - surprise! It was almost my turn when I realised I had a tube of toothpaste in my travel bag which was in my rucksack. I acquired a plastic bag and put it in the tray and took my coat off, putting it on the tray. I went through the scanner, having pointed out the scars on both my knees. Got through that and then the tray man came to me and said he's have to 'test' my toothpaste as it was covered by my coat. He then came back and said it was OK. On to the exec lounge. The people were very pleasant in there and it wasn't busy. I asked where the beer was. There was actually a good selection of food available, including bacon, sausage, eggs beans and tomatoes, but food wasn't really on my agenda The selection of beer was ****e, even by my standards. Fosters or Carlsberg and John Smiths bitter. Unfortunately, Fosters it was. Had about 8 bottles of that, 3 vodka and orange and a whisky and lemo, so I got my £20 worth. I went to my gate as the sign said it was boarding. Unfortunately, there was about a 25 minute delay, so despite having been for about 3 pisses in the exec lounge, I had to get someone to save myself in the queue as I had to go for another one I was a little worried, as I only had an hour at Schipol, but a trolley dolly assured me the other flight wouldn't be going anywhere as it was KLM as well. I went for a piss on the plane and on the way back, I heard someone call my name. I turned round and it was a bloke I'd met about 10 days earlier at the Cheese, as he is an of friend of my eldest from school. Mathematician at Airbus. Bit of a cock really, but I thought I'd have to sit next to him as he's texted her and she texted me just after. Got to Schipol and it was a hell of a walk to the gate, but there was a slight delay boarding. Got the first meal down me and then took a couple of temazepam and nodded off. Woke up a few hours later and saw a form in front of me. Thought it was probably a customer service survey, so I shoved it in the magazine rack. Free ale on the flight, but only 5 small cans of Heineken. Got to Mexico City and went to go through security. I saw loads of people feverishly filling forms out. It turns out the leaflet that had been put on my table was actually a visa application I managed to get hold of one, but had to lose my place in the queue to fill it out. It asked where I was staying in Mexico City and I had no ****ing idea. The security bloke had no English, so I was trying to explain that my daughter had booked it online and hadn't given me the info. After a lot of dithering about, he stamped both and let me through. I spotted my case, and was the last one to walk out of the exit doors, where my daughter was waiting for me. We eventually got to the apartment we were staying at in Mexico City. It was about 5 mikes out of the centre. It was absolutely fine, but I was informed that I wasn't allowed to put paper down the toilet as the drains would get blocked. This proved somewhat problematic a little further into the trip......... We only stayed there the one night and then got a taxi to the coach station to go to Qaxaca City. This was an 8 hour trip with no toilet on the coach and only one 5 minute break. The scenery was sensational all through the mountains. About 40 minutes from our destination, the heavens opened and it was still pissing down when we arrived. We got a cab after George had shown him the address of our apartment for the next 3 nights. We got out into the pouring rain and George went off to find it. My daughter and I stood under a ramshackle shelter. He went in several different directions, but couldn't find it, so we had to catch a taxi to a McDonalds where there would be wifi. Oh no there wasn't. Poor George had to go to the other coach station, which defo had wifi. In the meantime, it started pissing down again, so my daughter had to dig their coats out of their rucksacks and went to take it to him. Anyway, he made contact with the guy we were renting the apartment off and he told us to phone when we were on the way and he would stand outside to meet us. None of us could make calls to Mexican numbers, so we had to ask the driver to make the call en route. the first 2 weren't interested, but the third one said he'd do it. When we got there, it was about 20 yards up from where we'd been sheltering and George had walked past it 3 times earlier Anyway, Manuel was a lovely bloke and the apartment was superb. Ground floor as well. TBC.
Oaxaca City is lovely. Lots of colonial buildings and churches to look around. We'd used pretty much all remapping weed the night before, so I asked George what the chances were in the city centre. He reckoned we may have to wait until the beach, where he know he could get hold of some. We were sitting in the central plaza drinking beer and mescal #milk Victoria is the best. George said he was going to look for the meat market where there's a huge BBQ area. Just before he went, a lookie-lookie guy came over flogging hemp cream, which we declined. I said it was a shame it wasn't the other sort of hemp. Anyway, off he went. About 15 minutes later I said to my daughter that he was taking his time. I hoped he was going to come back and say "Sorted". About 5 minutes later, he returned and uttered the very word. He got a quarter for 3 quid It was off one of the hemp guys . 2 more delightful nights in Oaxaca City and then a 12 hour coach trip to the coast, in the form of Puerto Escondido. TBC.
