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Flying injured posted Thursday, June 17, 2004
Tiny, dirty, rude and inconvenient. No I'm not talking about the restrooms alongside the 400 series highways. My first impression of Tully needs a little tweaking to bring a smile to my face. The house I've been residing over the past 2 weeks is a stereotype bachelor pad. With that said theres barely any reason to explain. For those that have whipped their partners into shape or agreed a 'Den' is where the animals should be kept, I'll briefly explain what I'm talking about. In this beautiful 3 bedroom bungalow live 4 males. The gorgeous hardwood floor shines, along with the grease on the fridge, on the clean glasses and patio windows. A nice view of the overgrown backyard from the balcony 15 feet above could be lovely if all the food scraps, bones, clam shells, I even saw a plate was tossed gently over the edge for the frolicking wild bush turkeys that visit. A full day of cleaning involves sweeping the spoiled hardwood floors while avoiding the ornamental cobwebs holding every picture in place.
Our designated food shelves were a treat from hostel fridges. Whats even better is the sharing of food here. Blood from aging steak and other mysterious fluids above have always added interesting odors to the sections in the lower quadrant. I feel sorry for the cat since his uncovered can of sardine meatloaf cat food was for some reason placed on my shelf. Thankfully the owner of the house lives with us. He's able to keep the household drunk, his 26 year old nephew, at bay. A true weekend drunk is easy to spot. pasted from Friday sunset to Monday sunrise. Not a title I even come near, proud of it!
With my job history entry behind us, some have made a false impression of my ethics. As one more Field of work has been added, this one is added to the positive pile. Either I learned to keep my mouth shut when locals don't or 2 weeks wasn't long enough to get canned so I left while everyone was still smiling. I choose the latter. There's a joke that runs around town. Why is it that nobody gets lost in Tully? Because everyone tells you where to go! If someone told you that there was 7 men in the jungle humping and being paid. Most would stay away and for good reasons, but for different reasons then you're thinking. Humping is the barbaric task of transporting 60lbs bunches of bananas ( yes the weight has been increasing since I mentioned last) on our shoulder to the trailer. On my last day of work, Wednesday, hump day, seemed to last forever. Shoulders ached, while I could barely stand, by 10am I prayed for a miracle. What happened next knocked me off my feet. While humping, half focused on the distant trailer, I suspect one of the nearby tightly strung up rotting trees decided to seek revenge on the Tully mafia I spoke of 2 entries prior. Slow motion, the tree toppled over in front of me, tightening the cloth line like extension across my brow easily forcing me down on the soft rotting banana paraphernalia. With a rope burn above my eye, I now have a new ice breaker line with strangers instead of strange titled books. The best part of all this is that no longer did my sore shoulder deserve any attention to the word pain. The pain disappeared. God works in mysterious ways. Now what helps rid my new gash?
I conquered Mount Tyson last week. I never found out the true elevation, somewhere around 1300 feet I'm told. There's some homework for those bored at work.
Time has come for me to temporarily leave Tully. It's where the work is, they always come back. I say that lightly, getting dirty humping hard green bananas isn't on my list of enjoyable ways to earn cash.
Off to Brisbane to visit Kate and Connor (son), to see the most awaited Offspring concert and to spend some quality time with Candice and Josh. Recently found out C & J are sharing the same flight from Cairns to Brissy with me. How uncanny.
Keep the comments coming, 'cause once the cheering stops, I suppose the audience has left.
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 4 current comments...
Mumsy - 7/4/2004 Gosh that Tully city sounds different. While you are doing the humping in the banana fields watch out for the spiders, I hear they are huge. How come we didn't get to see the finished produce of the hair due :-) Get a shot before it grows out. smiles. That is quite the auditorium and I bet that guy doesn't remember a thing when he hit. Love to ya.. Mum Keep the stories coming. I love them.
Chris - 6/23/2004 Okay, so if we bought our ambulances the same way Aussies did then we would have Mercedes and BMW ambulances, right? because theirs are Fords. Okay, those sinks are SUPER COOL!!! I want 3 of them in my new house, or do they just come in 5's?
Candice's Mom - 6/21/2004 So humping in the banana's isn't all what it is cracked up to be, but I bet there was good money in it. I take it that you will return to the banana farm sooner or later. Hope you will have a wonderful time and catch up on all that is happening back home. Enjoy the concert. Stay safe and await for your next entry.
Jasmine - 6/19/2004 Hey Dwayne! Sorry about your gash! ouch! Where are the pictures? not just of the gash...lol!.. but no pics in the last few entries..:(....hmmm,Tully does not sound all that facinating! I supposed you may be with Candice and Josh now? Hope you guys have fun, I know Josh wants you to go bungee jumping with him as Candice will NOT! :> don't blame her one bit....well, have fun! talk to ya!
Jasmine
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