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Leaving the Farm and Ending my WWOOFing Experience

1 October 2012 No Comment

Friday 18th to Saturday 19th March 2011 – WWOOFing in Noosa, Australia

It was a good feeling knowing that I was going to be getting a good sleep tonight, and that I was headed back to one of my favourite places, Noosa. I would be sad to leave my hosts, but I was ready to move on now. My time WWOOFing had been very memorable indeed.

Myself and Mike had breakfast this morning whilst Mike’s son Connor reluctantly made himself ready for school. It wasn’t long before we were leaving the farm and driving into Noosa. Connor was dropped off at school and I was then driven into town where I would part company with my host Mike.

Whilst driving the fair distance back into Noosa town, Mike offered me 300 dollars for my work this week. It was both unexpected and very gratefully received. I was thankful for the lovely gesture and felt that I may have left too soon. In fact, Mike asked if I would stay the following week to help out further, but my mind was made up, and whilst I had enjoyed the experience, I was not relishing the thought of more nights on the blow up bed in the lonely cottage. I felt bad about declining the offer, even though there was the possibility of more good money.

We said our goodbyes and I found myself making the familiar trek back to Noosa Flashpackers Backpackers, though oddly, I didn’t feel the same enthusiasm this time. The weather was changeable and I felt almost like I was outstaying my welcome in this bustling, seaside town. I’m pretty sure I just want to be back on the move again, seeing more incredible sights.

I found myself greeting the same old faces again, and for a second time today I felt like perhaps I didn’t belong here anymore, like it was time I found myself somewhere new to hang out. The guys here are friendly, but I was keen to meet some new faces now.

I spent the rest of the day researching possible work opportunities and getting some laundry done. The weather was unpredictable, raining off and on, usually when my clothes on the line were almost dry. I think by the end of the day the clothes were wetter than when I had taken them out the washing machine. I would have to leave them out overnight in the hope they would be dryer by morning. I had no option but to remove them the following morning when the hostel worker went about cleaning the bed sheets.

This night had been wonderful, and I felt fully recharged this morning. As it was a new day I wanted to be out and about, and being a Saturday I knew the beach would be packed. I wanted to take this opportunity to try and complete a walk I had yet to finish around the coast. Weather had stopped two previous attempts, and as the sun was beating down I felt good about my chances. On went the sun cream, the hat, sunglasses, t-shirt, shorts, and in my backpack was a camera readily charged for some great pictures. Maybe I would be lucky this time, but I had my raincoat ready just in case.

Sure enough, once I had reached a considerable distance away from the hostel, the clouds gathered and the rain fell. Minutes later I was wearing all my wet weather gear whilst slowly trudging back to the hostel. It wouldn’t be third time lucky for me.

Sadly the bad weather was here to stay, and I was able only to sit and wait for tomorrow where I would be on the move again, back to Brisbane in search for work. Most of the hostel was huddled around the television for the rest of the day, watching a movie marathon. I couldn’t help but join them.

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