What's happenin?

Hi guys!

So trying to update a little more with stories and what not. Might be a bit hard to follow. I'll try to make it painfully obvious where, how and when, and I will try not to repeat to much of what I've already written earlier. Okay cobba'?

So the farm. The farm the farm the farm. Where to start? I was at the farm a total of three months. Well, to be fair I was there three and a half almost, but one of those weeks was spent on hospital as well. Cruel world. I made 20 dollars an hour, doing up to 60 hours of work per week. No option to spend a lot of it meant most of that ended up in my account and stayed there! We had our own house, our own car and we even got occasional free food. We had one of the most wonderful families right next door and they had three amazing children. I can't tell you how many nights were spent in their house, drinking their beer, eating their food, playing on their xbox, but I can tell you this; they made the whole experience worth while.
 Moving on from the living and costs aspects (which weren't much since we didn't have to pay for anything), what did we do? Well, we milked about 400-500 cows, two times a day on a big rotary (think massive concrete merry-go-round). It took us just over two hours for each milking to be done (three to four in the beginning (how we managed that I have no idea)), and then we had to clean the dairy. We plowed fields and helped repair pipes. Everything that needed doing. That's that. Let's go into gritty details shall we?
 As when Chris accidentally released all the cows and they had to be chased back into their paddocks. As when I got 50 tonnes of shit kicked in my face and Chris was bent over laughing. As when Chris accidentally drove the loader straight into one of the quad-bikes, crushing it (and totaling it) against a wooden pole. Ah. Good times. But there are some things that are going to stick with me. Stuff I helped do, things we saw.
 Like the cute calves. So, so cute but utterly stupid. Often standing in an electric fence and going "Meeee. Meeee", as the electric currents hit them over and over again. The realization that male calves were worthless and all sent to the butchers when they were around three days old has taken veal straight out of my cookbooks. All the interesting facts about cows, learning how to treat them, learning how to feel and see if something was wrong. Actually finding yourself liking cows in the end. They are amazing creatures that we overlook because of how common (which often means boring to a lot of people) they are.
 One of the more disgusting aspects of dairy farming isn't the tremendous amount of shit you try to clean off, but the cow's problems. Mastitis (clots in the udder) and blood clots, which has to be manually milked out was a daily part of the milking. The complications that could arise when dealing with calving cows. We had one cow for instance that had twins. Sad to say we didn't see that she had a second calf until she collapsed. The vet came and had to remove a one and a half day rotten calf, sawing of the legs of it inside the mother with what looked like thin barbed wire. Me holding the tail up and patting it. Sadly the cow didn't survive. Nature is a cruel mistress.
 Happier things was how fun it was to see the cows jump and hop around when I drove the hay tractor in to feed them. Being nudged softly and complained to by a new mother when holding down their calf to tag and feed it. Petting and feeding the little calves and giving them names. Sitting around the fire at Sam and Amanda's (or Samanda's), having a cold beer and joking around. Going out and getting drunk with Chris, only to wake up a few hours later and start working again.
 What I'm trying to say is that I had a really good time. A time I'll remember for the rest of my life. And I'll definitely head back there if and when I come back to Australia.

So back to the present. We are at Rainbow beach, and on Sunday it's Fraser island again. I'm looking forward to it sooo much. It's going to be legendary.
 Speaking of legendary, me and Chris are being legends on the east coast. We are traveling with our two ukuleles and for the most part people love it. Everyone loves the pirate song especially, and I find myself singing it in almost every place we visit.
 I am running out of money a bit because I just bought my flight home. It's in the middle of June and I am looking forward to see everyone back home. Until then though there is plenty of adventures left. Best part? Everything is payed for. I also have a tax refund to look forward to. And reimbursement from Medicare for my hospital visit. All in all I hope that means I can go to Europe when I'm home and visit all the amazing people I've met so far.

That's it for now. I'll try to be better with the updates but ya know I'm busy having the time of my life.

Cya's!