Tropical

I’m still living on NT time, the unit i supposed to move in , is not ready yet. 

Still living in the back shed of a mate. The good thing about is that i have been able to train the dogs not to bark anymore when i’m a sleep. Just one of my dogs , an old fellow don’t want to listen to me. But it’s understandable. How older you get how less you listen to other people, how less you care about others opinion about you. So i don’t blame the old fellow.

But i didn’t stay long in Alice after my night dreaming in palm valley. Another job was waiting in Tennant creek. A drive of 6 hours, truck loaded full of steel , on a 600 K’ s highway with two turn off’s. We had to build a language centre for the indigenous people. A centre where you could train in  all kinds of different dialect of the aboriginal language. But i still didn’t figured it out how they gonna accommodate all those dialects in a building that size, if you know that every village in the outback has his own way of shouting there dialect.

Tennant creek , a small town of 4000 , is situated above the tropical Capricorn , and i definitely felt it. Standing whole day under a shower trying to do a job gives you quit a craving for food. Luckily we could go every night to the local sporties,  a sport club where meals were served , and again lucky for us , they didn’ follow the guidance of the heavy weight club.

On a week a half two guys erected a decent size of building. And we had the chance to get acquainted with a Greek guy. We were invited to his place. Amazing the things you run into, In the middle of the outback you find yourself a concrete drive way from a mile long to end up at a villa surrounded by Greek aphrodite’s  and a cool room where you get lost between the four x gold and Carlton dry’s. A host that sees you never are thirsty again and welcomes you in is humble house as you were a lost family member. But luckily we had a job to do , otherwise i would still have a hangover now two weeks later.