I have been in Barrington Tops, New South Wales, for almost three weeks now, which is longer than most Canadians get in vacation time per year. Though I still have days where I count the days, I’ve gotten more into the groove of life in such an isolated place, but I admit to watching more reality tv than is healthy for anyone at any point in their lives.
I have taken to walking in the rainforest (and getting ticks and leeches and a bit paranoid about snakes) and swimming in the little swimming pool as much as possible between chores (or after walks in the rainforest). It gets hot here. Unless it rains. Then it’s cold.
The other day, my boss drove me and a guest out in his 4 wheel drive to see the property, the river, the stinging trees. We picked bush lemons and limes, which I squeeze into water for a refreshing drink.
On a not-too-busy Sunday, the family who owns the retreat invited me to tag along to Nelson Bay for the day as they looked for a holiday home to rent in December.
I was happy to be in a car (though it smelled like little-kid vomit) and see some country and gorgeous blooming jacarandas. It was nice to be in a town with fish and chips and a beautiful harbour. And the beach. We went to the beach!
By the time I leave Australia, I wonder if I’ll be sick of the smooth sand and blue-blue waves.
This week has been pretty quiet, work-wise, but although that means far fewer wages, I’m trying to enjoy this time as much as possible before the Christmas rush hits. I’m also trying not to think about the fact that my Christmas will be far away from family or any approximation of a quebecois reveillon. But surely it won’t be as bad as the Christmas I spent stuck in Detroit airport for 10 hours. Here there will be exotic animals, swimming pools, and organic coffee.