Headed into Sydney today. Looked for work. They have job boards in the big hostels. All farming work and agricultural work. I don't mind trying it but most of them are way outside Sydney. Also you work for like 12 weeks at a time.
Gave up on job hunting after 3 hours. Was heading back to the train station and i thought id pick up some leaflets at a travel agency. I'm not sure what happened after i entered the door. It was a blur of handshakes, introductions and brochures and the next thing i know I'm sitting at a desk with an Irish guy showing me face book pictures from his working holiday. Tbh i just wanted to get out of there but apparently its not that easy to leave. He started setting up tours and travel and giving me quotes. After a while i got pulled into his sales pitch and started asking for things. I now have Bungee jumping, Day tours, 2 day tours, 3 day tours, coach trips, Snorkeling, Diving, A castaway experience, sailing, kayaking, sky diving, 23 days free accommodation along the east coast, free meals, free drinks and a 2 day surf camp, which is, and i quote, "full of fanny". Ah the charm of the Irish. I left £2000 poorer. i only wanted a fucking brochure...
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