The chapel

Work, work, work.
I didn't had the time to acclimatise , Straight to the first big project. Starting to erect the steelwork of a new chapel in Alice. 
It was nice the temperatures were not above the thirties or forties. So i could easily get used to the working hours and the tools again. The first vertical ups and overheads were a disaster . My welding skills definitely needed some practise again. So did my Australian slang. 

And because the change of my physical appearance during the years , i definitely needed some protection against he sun. The top of my head , caused by the absence of my young long blond hair was starting to have a red shiny colour. But being in the land of oz , i had enough choice between different means to protect parts of the body against the burning sun. Hard hats, the old fashion cyclist hats, straw hats who are very useful when you are welding to get rid of the few precious hair spots and of course the real true Australian Akubra hat. My choice was easy , i’m now a proud owner , like many of my aussie compagnions, of a beautiful everlasting ringer hat. 

The hours and days just follow each other up. Waiting till i can move in my unit. But it’s the NT, not today ,not tomorrow ,not tuesdy and not thursdy. I have to say , the days were long and hard, so i didn’t had much time to think about a previous life, to miss my little farm .  But certain things don’t go away no matter how hard you work. The financial pressure is slowly loosing his grip on me, but not seeing my godchild doing the things they do when they start to explore there surroundings and the big world, the meals on a sunday night prepared by my mom after a days labour at the farm together with my dad, the regular meetings with my sis while having a good chat with a few drinks. Those are the things that are engraved in the back of your mind and pop up in your mind in moments when you are standing still. 

So i just keep walking till i fall a sleep.