For all back packers in Australia one year simply isn’t enough, this vast an beautiful country is too big to see in a single year and with this in mind the Australia government struck on a brilliant idea. A work force who could be put to work in the fields doing back breaking menial labour in the searing Australian heat for little money and maximum effect.
They put together the 88 day farm work clause in the second visa application, for all back packers who wish to get a second year they must first complete 88 days of work in rural Australia.
No one is spared this fate not even your faithful co-host and all round good guy Timmy magic could escape this fate, not even minor celebrity and good humour could get him out of it.
And so it is that Timmy has had to take a short leave of absence from the show and head once again into the great unknown of the Australian outback is pursuit of his 88 days of second year freedom.
Armed with a cheap tent and some other minor provisions our magic hero headed off in to great unknown under the advisement of Ben in search of the cherry picking Mecca that was the town of Young.
After an evening in which Ben had told our hero of the wonders of Young and it’s fruit filled bounty Timmy booked a train ticket and was away. Spending 8 hours travelling to this fabled land that Ben had described as a veritable land of milk and honey ( only cherry flavoured ) his expectations were high and his hope soured like an eagle on the evening breeze.
A few minuets after he arrived in this land of plenty the stark reality of his under taking hit home. The town of young was not all it had promised to be, he had headed off into the unknown under the advisement of his co-host and a tourist information site that clearly lied. Ben had failed him.
( Now I can’t let Ben take sole responsibility*, I should have done a bit more research but hey ho, half cocked is how we roll on the Walk of Shame)
After 48 hours of isolation in what was a very pretty waiting room for god style town ( I was the youngest person in Young by
about 20 years) the realisation that there was no work, nothing to do and no one else around hit our hero like a bus hits an old person trying to cross the street without the help of a good cub scout.
Timmy need a plan and he needed on fast, the isolation would soon enough crack his fragile mind and no one wanted that.
The only option was to leave and seek out the holy fruit picking Grail. Our hero packed his meagre provisions into his bag, slung it casually on his back momentarily forgetting the weight and sending himself spilling to the floor in a cloud of dust and clattering. (it’s ok no one was around to see) After a few moments of composure our hero was back on the slave labour trail in search of the elusive second visa.
After consulting the guide books and numerous websites (research is the key) our faithful magic man found himself heading to the town of Orange. An area surrounded by orchards and vineyards where picking jobs were rumoured to be in heavy supply and the research looked set to pay off and pay off in spades.
He pitched up in a busy and vibrant camp site on the outskirts of town filled with all manor of backpacker and traveller, all speaking exotic languages and having long discussions about a simple topic that covered two words.
The research had failed him, the town of orange was on highatus in anticipation of the coming fruit picking season. There was to be no work for the next few weeks and many people were to leave in search of the fruit grail. The magic man found himself in a dry desert waiting for that first fruity storm to quench his picking thirst.
What would our hero do? Tune in next week for another exciting episode.
*I Timmy magic should not follow the advice of anyone who is A) slightly drunk or B) has researched even less about a town than I have… nice pictures do not constitute a thorough understanding of a strange faraway towns work place ability. Therefore I resolve Ben of all blame whatsoever.