Our apologies for the late update. We have been settling into our daily routine and believed our landlord when he said he would get broadband set up soon. Now we have come to realize that this will more than likely not happen anytime soon (and we’re not sure we want it to because currently he only stays at the house for a night or two a week which means we have a whole house to ourselves which is nice, if he suddenly were to get internet it would probably mean he would stay here a lot more). So we have come to the conclusion that we will just have to drag our laptops into town and use the free internet we have discovered at the local pub, The Beach Hotel, and our favorite café, Bohemia. Now make sure you have done all the washing up and that you have a steaming cup of hot coffee or tea and some yummy chocolate biscuits in front of you cause this is bound to be an entry of vast length (Again I will divide it up so that it is easier to read and there will be loads of pictures).
We are currently sharing a bed in 41 Lilli Pilli Drive, a one story, lodge looking kind of house.
Here we share kitchen, living room and bathroom with Toby (the bald one in the picture below), a 29 year-old Aussie who works in an old people home and trains to become a fighter (?).
Toby is a weird specimen of a man. He is very clean (cleans the house before we can manage to get to it), folds our clothing on the line, talks in one syllable words and he worked for 7 years as a cook, and has so far made us four delicious dinners. Most notably among them was when he came home on a Sunday and made us a full on Sunday roast with potatoes, onions, carrots and chili with gravy and a delicious cut of meat which neither me or Henriette could pin point what was. It looked like beef, but tasted more of pork. Toby had the biggest grin on his face when he revealed, after we finished eating, that we had indeed eaten a kangaroo. Henriette was slightly troubled by the experience, and sad that she had eaten a cute little Skippy. Carnivorous me wanted to know where I could get some more of that meat cause that was the most tender and succulent cut I have had in ages! Mmmmmmm! :D
Toby also has a car, which can be useful as the walk into town is 27-45 min (on 27 minutes we practically ran), a walk we generally do back and forth at least once a day. The bad location is worth it in the end as our rent is next to nothing and because we in essence have a whole house to ourselves. The only problem is that we get spoiled by the space, which means whenever our landlord actually comes here (which sometimes includes girlfriend, his 3 year-old son, two daughters and eldest daughter’s boyfriend) it can get really crowded and we get really annoyed. Especially because we never know, until we see their cars in the driveway, if they are coming or not, and if you’ve had a long day doing two different jobs and walking back and forth into town, you don’t want a hyperactive 3 year-old dragging you into the spider (pictured below) and snake infested woods to hunt for Captain Hook (although at times it’s quite fun).
We had another incident in the house worth mentioning. One day we came home to an empty house (yay!) and I started preparing dinner while Henriette went to the bathroom. Suddenly I hear a piercing scream and Henriette comes running out of the bathroom in a panic. I immediately jump to the conclusion that there is some form of innocent bug in the bathroom and bounce to the rescue (by Henriette’s tremor and wide-eyed look of fear, it was bound to be a big one, pictured above).
Looking into the bathroom I can’t see a bug at all but an absolutely massive Iguana snuggling on the floor (pictured below). He generally wanders around outside, we’ve named him Sigurd and his female counterpart Gudrun. Henriette hadn’t seen it at first when she came into the bathroom and had turned around after washing her hands to face the big, green monster. That would have startled me too. We were hungry so we just left it in the bathroom and while we ate Gary, our landlord, came home and dragged it out by its tail. By the way, a running iguana is one of the funniest images I have ever seen in my life, especially when it runs into glass doors as well.
Later Toby revealed that he had spent 20 minutes ushering the iguana into the bathroom to scare us. Henriette was not so amused, and I can’t believe he LEFT the house and missed the uproar!?! I am surprised he wasn’t sitting there with a tub of popcorn and a beer grinning his face off when we came home urging us into the bathroom.
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