The Beginning of My Gatton Life
I was in Pinnaroo, South Australia.
That time I was confused because my feeling was bad there... just bad... and I really wanted to move from there. As I always follow what my heart tells me, I planned to go toward north to Queensland. Three places that I had in my mind were Caboolture, Gatton, and Ayr (or Home Hill). The first one, it is famous for backpacker to go there but many bad news heard -scam, low pay, etc. Second one, I had no idea at all but I heard from Indonesian fellow he worked there, and that's all the information I got. And Ayr, I was there last year and I knew some good farms, but I was thinking I didn't want to return to place that I had been before.
Anyway, I bought ticket from Melbourne to Brisbane. I didn't have any detailed plan, no friends, and I was thinking to spend some relax time in Brisbane for one week or two since I moved 5 times in a month in May 2018. F*cking tired! I need pamper myself, spend money, drink coffee in chic cafe, eat fancy food, without thinking about work, said myself. I took a long bus journey from Pinnaroo to Melbourne, spent night in prayer room in airport, and then flew to Brisbane. I booked three nights stay in a hostel close to Roma Street Station not knowing what to do next.
Not even one minute after arriving my 10-bed hostel room, an Indonesian friend called me. It was her first time to call me. She asked me if I wanted to work in Gatton, a town 90 km from Brisbane, in a farm she was working. She said the work is good, good pay, and inside shed (it means I don't need to darken my dark skin). Broccolini packing. And she also said I need to come there soon. Really, God never let me to spoil myself. But I have booked hostel bed three nights already so I said I would come in next three days.
I was confused...
but I felt lucky in the same time.
I just arrived f*cking Brisbane and I got job without looking for it. No effort at all. It feels like destiny.
I spent two days in Brisbane looking around city and visiting friends in Caboolture. I had an ex-roommate in Tasmania called Man and that time she was working in a strawberry farm in Caboolture. Later she would come also to Gatton and became my roommate again, 😏. I visited Man and she cooked many food for me, lemon chicken, stir-fried beef with broccoli, and (failed) Japanese-style omelette. 😬 It was so good and she also gave me many snacks I like.
|Food Man cooked for me. The girl in picture is Gina, a friend who worked in the same farm also in Tasmania.|
|With Man, when she was still dark kissed by sun.|
|Gift from Man! She knows me so well.|
Back to Gatton's job.
So my Indonesian friend said that she was working to a contractor not direct to farm. Basically a contractor is like the third party who provides workers to the company, or this case, farm. The contractor is an Iraqi guy called Alex, who she said is a really nice guy. 😔 She asked me to call him just for confirming. I called him and talked a lengthy sentences and what he answered were just:
"Okay. Come, come."
Okay, I'm coming!
|On my way to Gatton.|
|Was so happy seeing Alex has washlet in his house... but it's not working wtf.|
That time was May 28th, I arrived his house and the house looks so old and shabby. Looks like a haunted house. I met him and other housemates and all of them are Japanese. I was so happy since I speak Japanese so I can improve my proficiency. But just the house feels so negative, dark, and smell of smoke (because all people inside house smoking). I saw a letter on the table showing the contractor full name. I searched on Google...
and the results didn't made me glad.
I was shocked and I knew...
I need to be careful with this contractor guy.
(to be continued)
(to be continued)