πΏhis trip, in many ways marked the end and the beginning for me. It was one of the toughest years for me to pull through. However, I'm not going to waste your time about the minute details about the hardships that I have to go through this particular year, because if I do start, I might just end up writing a whole book. In short, I've always made life work for me despite any challenges I face. You see, in life there is always two sides of a coin, and it was one that I never thought could happen. Little did I know, that all that kind of achievement sometimes drive people to feel certain things about themselves.
πad evil things aside. I was pretty crushed and this was when i started loosing hair. The betrayal was so deep that I've already deleted three paragraphs while writing this. So, this time, I decided to leave the country, and little did I know, it was one of my last few trips abroad. prior to 2019, it is very normal for me to travel, and I do quite some mileage considering that I'm not a YouTuber or a travel blogger.
For those interested, you can read more on the subject The Origins of Political Order and Political Order and Political Decay by Francis Fukuyama.
After the dreadful flight, and the doors opened. A friend from came to greet us, he was the kindest, most courteous person I've met in a long while. He was and still is... if I were to put it in words, the most elegantly classic person I've met in my entire life. It was December, and it was supposed to be in the middle of Summer, but it was cold and chilly that day. He greeted us and we walked along to the car park, and.... he forgot where he parked his car. We walked about 3 hours looking for the car and the security there, helped us, and finally we found the car. Although I was enjoying the walk, but my friend was getting a little annoyed.
So we got into his humble Holden Commodore 1999 V6. He flipped out his ancient looking GPS, and keyed in the coordinates for Ballarat, and we started hitting the roads. At first we thought that we thought that would get a Sim Card later on, because I wasn't in a hurry to be connected to the world. My primary intention was to immmerse myself, absorb and learn everything about Australia. Its actually my habit to assess the economy, policy, social structure, etc. of a place when I arrive.
As he isn't from Melbourne, as we drove, we realized that the GPS that he was using was out dated and we went around in circles again. But I was certainly nt taken aback by it, as I was enjoying scenery. Then we headed to a convenient store and got ourselves a sim card. But it took a long while just to get the sim card activated, because we had to wait for the phone to be manually activated by an operator and then we had to call someone over the phone in order for us to top up the phone credit as it was a prepaid simc ard. I was thinking to myself that I haven't seen a phone system like these that since my first mobile phone.
The next day, was where the fun began. Firstly, I know that there are thousands of people who goes to Australia for work, but I wasn't in any way employed. I was there to get my hands dirty and I wanted to do something different to get my mind off things.
I met Mac when I arrived and he was friendly as hell. I loved being with him, he's such a companion. He was old about 15 yrs old and just passed away sometime this year. I took a morning walk with Mac to try to forget things, it was cold and the wind was blowing like hell.
The next day, we started working on bushweed. Not the weed you thinking off, its an invasive species Invasive species brought down by the British, initially as a natural defense structure. Without an equalizer, they grow and spread like wild fire. A common problem if you own any property in Australia. If you dont clear it the authorities will come for you. It was the hardest thing to uproot and clear,as we have to use a tractor for the job and even with a tractor it was a real chore.
After going through all that trouble. We sat at the patio, had a couple of beer while lighting up the firewood and had dinner with friends, then retire. What a simple yet full filling day!
Ballarat started as a mining town, and trived through the labours of the chinese slaves, who dug the mines and built the railways. Once the gold rush was over, and the railways completed, they casted the chinese out, blaming them for stealing the wealth of the land. and as live moves on, the town eventually matured and settled into a peaceful setting. I bear no spite against them as they were rulled under the British at that time and they were going full force on the Opiom war and propagating the yellow peril that scarred billions of lives till this very day.
For more Yellow Peril Fud - the same wistle blower who revealed Pol Pot's regime, did an independent investigation. John Pilger's - Coming War on China
Here's a song dedicated to you while your browse through these amazing wonders. Basically after this, we went back shopping for what they call Stubbies = Beers. and another close to perfect day in this small wonderous place.
Ballarat, is a very nice and well managed town. Farming is its promary industry nowadays and I;ve checked it out, local government gives almost full support to farmers who requires financial,techonological, or technical aid. However, those aids weren't made public, and only available to those who know where to find them. One can only hope to retire in such a beautiful place. However, the fire of my youth is still calling out and I left Ballarat the next day for Melbourne.
Concrete Jungle, I'm coming for your AUDIT!
Took the Wenduree Station to Melbourne, never stopped in Sebastopol.
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