Yolo

So yesterday night, before sleeping, we were talking to these british fellows. 

They told us that finding work in Brisbane was kinda hard if you weren't looking for work in the construction-area. You who know me know that I, like my brothers (well, perhaps not Viktor if my sources are correct) are basically retarded when it comes to stuff like that. We asked them where they would go to find a job and Cairnes popped up. “You should head north to Cairnes guys. There's always fruit to be picked and what not”. So why am I telling you this? Patience my dear reader, patience!

After our hearty breakfast of beef jerky and chicken flavoured potato chips, we were walking through the streets and found this travel agency, Wicked travel. In the shop a guy from Toronto greeted us and wanted to know where we were heading. We said we didn't know but that we had heard some great things about going north.

We spent almost three hours in there, talking to him, talking amongst ourselves. Suddenly we decided; f*ck Brisbane, lets go to Cairns. The guy helped us set up a trip with bus and he threw in some activities for us as well. When the final thing landed on 1800 dollars, me and Henrik looked at each other, nodded in unison, and left the damn place. I mean, 1800 dollar, really? (For you guys at home that's about 1800*6,5 SEK).
After a while we talked things over and then decided to go back. We told the guy that skydiving and scuba diving could wait at least until we had had some work and earn ourselves some money. He put together a package that cost 1147 dollars (If I remember it correctly), dropped it down to 999 dollars, and then gave us discounts on the hostels on the way up. I'm almost certain we got had, but me and Henrik both feel this is the way to go. This is what we came for. That is; throwing ourselves out in dangerous terrain doing stupid sh*t. The worst thing that could happen is losing all our money, right? Well besides dying at least.

So tomorrow we leave for Cairns. We have two “camping” trips and one boat trip ahead of us and it feels really good. To top it all of we heard from our friend Doug again. He said that if we were heading up north, he could maybe get us a job as banana pickers (mmmm, bananas), because he had a friend up there. Score motherf*ckers!

This is me signing off. Stay tuned people!

Oh, by the way, we also got our tax number application sorted out and we hope to get an email within a couple of weeks time. We also ate at Hungry Jacks', australias Burger king, and briefly visited a topless bar (weeeooo). 

One last thing. I'll try to add pictures to these as we go, but the wifi at this current hostel is worthless when it comes to uploading pictures. Also, I miss you guys at home, and I promise I'll be back... at least in a year... I think...