A real Christmas miracle

Last 2 weeks have been something that I have never done before. That was definitely experience.
After coming back from Emerald, I stayed few night in Brisbane as I worked for Sherry, philippine girl, and then as she left for Philippines I started to camp outside.
Well, my focus was on my security license and the job resulf of those papers and finally the sponsored visa that might come out of it, but will see how it goes, when the time is up, in May. Anyway, I didn t want to spend much money anymore, really wanted to survive simply, so I didn t take any hostels anymore. 4 nights at least I slept in my sleeping bag next to Roma st train station in Brisbane. In the mornings I went to swim in Southbank which was nice and then my friend Jaanus, that I met month ago, invited me to party in Surfers.
I had been holding my bags in the lockers in trainstation, but then I took all my stuff, except one bag that I left to Sherry s place,(which, is still there) and moved to Surfers. Since then I ve been here. Well, in Gold Coast.
Basically 2 weeks I ve been sleeping in the parks and by the beaches, in Surfers Paradise and by some other lakes or riversides. Most of my bags I kept at Jaanus s place. He lives with one ozzy girl. Some nights I even slept in his car, but mostly outside. It s been I say amazing experience, though the most annoying part was, to  carry the stuff. My laptop case, my sleeping bag. I worried about my laptop that can get stolen when I sleep, but it was under my head as I used it as pillow when sleeping, hoping when somebody wants to grab I would  have woken up. Never happened anything like that.
One night I started to rain. I hated it. I was just sleeping by the beach in Surfers and I had to find the dry place, but I was hoping it will finish off. I finally moved away, but then it was late already, I was wet. My sleeping bag was wet and I was worrying about my laptop if it s ok. It is still ok, as I am using it writing this blog.
Meanwhile I got appointment for the job and on the New Years Eve I will have my first shift as a security guy.
I just did it for that. I lived for that and hoped I will get it as I wanted to live in Gold Coast. I like here.

 As Christmas came closer, I really ran out of money as I hoped I will start working earlier but it delayed, and my first shift was pushed to the New Years Eve. So I had to borrow money. Never want to owe money  and don t like to borrow, but had to do it, to live to next wages.
But it didn t bother me so much. What bothered me, was Christmas..
I still had internet on my phone, and got to see, what s happening on facebook.
I didn t care about the gifts and food pictures what everybody shared, but I cared when I saw somebody
writing:
"Christmas is not about gifts its about friends, and family and close ones that you get to see on Christmas. It s  the time, when we get to see our loved ones".
When I saw that I just simply felt bad.
I was just getting my sleeping bag ready in the Macintosh park that is next to some kind of river and I sat down on the pench. I took out my pen and notebook and feeling so emotional on that very moment, I wrote that poem(first I wrote it in estonian, but did translate it later into enghlish):

Secretly I cry

This is the first time,

yeah, probably it is

I sleep outside alone

but tomorrow is Christmas

This is the first time,

yeah, probably it is

I miss the ones,

who usually have been around

This is the first time

yeah, probably it is

Secretly I cry

but I will breakthru

Butterfly landed on my cheek

I know there are many around

But still on Christmas Eve,

Is it luck that can come around?

This is the first time

yeah, probably it is,

But the sorrow is gone now.

Butterfly. My soul got turned around.

And that s how it was. When I was writing those rhymes, the butterfly touched me and it just changed my mood so I also gave a poem a happy end.

The miracle is not here. Miracle happened next day on Christmas day.

I heard of Christmas lunch that was organised by St. Peter s church and thought to go there.

"How to get there, I went there, but couldn t find it!" said one man by the local community center when I just got there in the morning.

"I think it is on the corner of South..and Nerang Street" I said.

"Do you know how to get there? Do you know?"

"I think so", I said.

"I get my car here in a minute and drop you there too", he went to get his car.

As he was driving one lady came near and asked if anybody wants to go there.

She knew where the place was so she came with us.

Lunch was really nice. I met one taiwanese girl that I d met just couple days ago as well so we sat together.

It was all organised and they even gave a Christmas present for everyone who came. It was a surprise.

It was all nice. The guy who organised the lunch came to talk to me as well.

I told him, that it really made me a Christmas feeling as I am travelling on my own and far away from home. 

Taken from the Christmas lunch

It all last like 1 hour. Then we started to leave, I went out with that taiwanese girl and that woman who knew where the place was.

"So where are you living?" she suddenly asks.

Taiwanese girl already knew that I was camping outside.

"Well, I m just camping outside. I m not sure, where I m gonna sleep tonight", I laughed.

She got a bit serious and said:

"You look good boy, why don t you come and stay at my place couple nights, until you get your job and stuff?" she asked then.

I was a bit surprised. Didn t expect that. But of course I couldn t say no. So I got a place to stay in.

She prepared a Christmas dinner as well and I felt that I really had the Christmas feeling.

When having that dinner I reminded my poem I wrote last night on that bench. I told about it to her and translated it into english. And then I realised that BUTTERFLY really had a roll in my luck.

This woman told me then I can stay at her place until I get my first wages. Anything better I couldn t even imagine. Amazing. A real Christmas Miracle. What else I can say?

4 months of adventure, some police tickets and a bit of work

It s 28 th of December, 2012. It s 4 months since I wrote last time. I went to cotton farm, to Cubbie station in Dirranbandi. My boss didn t like me because I asked too many questions. He liked those, who never complained, those, who just arrived to Australia and didn t know any rights they really had. Also those, who just loved to lick his ass. He didn t pay as the agreement was and of course I started to ask questions.
"It doesn t matter how many hours you write, it matters what I write", he said

. In Estonia I would have taken him to court, but I didn t want to bother myself doing it here. Still thinking to make a youtube video about what sort of job you can find when you work for him. Chinese company bought the whole station few weeks after I left and, being a bit upset, I hope he lost his job as chinese would get their own people to be in charge. I was there for 4 weeks only.

After that I came back to Brisbane. Spent a lot of money in Gold Coast, partying weeks in Surfers.

But in Surfers I also heard about the security job, that might help me to stay longer in country after May. So I did my security course, studied on those papers, payed and got my Security Provider License few days ago. It took me like 2 months. It s been crazy time though.

 During partying I did some Police visits. Just some stupid incidents. Now I have already 3 tickets to pay and  I also owe something to YWAM Perth.
Meanwhile I ve been working on the solar panels in Surfers, sold some funny girly decorations in Redcliffe when I met philippine girl Sherry and I went for Emerald, to work on the solar panels as well.
It is just the quickest way how I can generalise my last 4 months I think.

Koreans, thai couple and "my world"

It s 19 th of August, 2012.
Just read my blog and when I did that, it reminded me the blogs that I wrote when I was maybe 12 or 13 or 14. Just wondering if these blogs are somewhere in safe. On those days I couldn t speak or read english, only estonian and maybe some russian too. We lived at Kastani street in Haapsalu. I spent most of childhood there. Funny, the town- Haapsalu, is so little. Only about 12 000 people live in there and next bigger city is 100 km away which is Tallinn, the capital of Estonia which population reaches 400 000 and the whole Estonia s population is about 1 300 000. Just about that.
Anyway, I was saying that my town was and is so little. There is no much change there. Actually there is, but not towards the population. My point is- I never, well yes, I barely went to the other side of the town. All my life was in that little street. I loved it so much. I really did. It was my whole world. I didn t want or need to go out of it, because I really enjoyed to be there. Our street was big though, well- for me it was the whole world, but also compared to the other streets, it was bigger than the others. So for some reason I never didn t care to even know what was happening out of it. When some new guys came to our street, we were watching them. We kept eyes on them.
"Who are they? What they want from here? What business they have here?" I remember making those questions. Just 13 years old, but so big already in ourselves. :)
 Yes, I loved my street. It was the best for me and I got excited about little things. So excited that I thought that I have to write them down. I told to my friend that I m writing a blog and they felt inspired to do the same. At least one of them started to write also.
 So yes I, wrote blog. And few of them. Few books I think. I wonder if they still exist because of moving out of that street after years, they might be lost now. When I was in my second high school year, we moved to the centre of the town. It was weird, I felt like I left behind my whole life. And in some point, I probably did.

During the last 3 months I have moved 7 times. And now everything is opposite. I do fall in love with different places, I am amazed of the beautiful nature, nice beaches, big trees and also different people. But, there is no such thing as "My world". I m like searching for it. I think I am.

I ve never been good cook. Like embarrassed of it.Too lazy not have had even a go. During my travels people often asked what is the estonian food. What do you eat. I m like. Ehh, mumbling with the answers as I couldn t even cook anything delicious. Sometimes I think that if I was travelling with some other people, with other estonians- they could solve the problem. And if I couldn t cook, then so what, at least the other estonian proved the good taste of estonian food. But I m on my own. Got nobody to help me out. Got no one else to point the finger- I m the stupid if I can t make it. So I decided to learn cooking.
 The thing is that I m living with the koreans and with australians. Australians are mixed. Well, they are australians, but their parents are not. And they are couple.
Girl was born in Thailand and boyfriend s parents are from El Salvador. Girl did so good thai food that I got really challenged to learn something. And koreans moved here, and they cooked such a nice dinner that I felt that if I m not gonna cook them anything they gonna hate me. :)

So I had a go, and they loved it. Surprisingly it turned to be really good as I was kind of having a try.
 Koreans were here about 2 weeks, they left this morning, and I m leaving also today. I m just gonna stay in the bus station over night to catch the bus in the morning as I don t want to wake up early to rush in the morning. This time I m heading to Dirranbandi, actually it s only about 250 km from Collarenebri- the horsefarm where I was before, month ago.

I was between going to Bundaberg with koreans, as they are heading to Bowen, which is around 1200 km to north,  which is somewhere between Townsville and Mackay, so they could have drop me off in Bundaberg, that is just on the way there. But I decided for Dirranbandi, as I think I m gonna earn there some good money. Long hours every day, and accomodation also for free. Gonna stay there probably around 6 weeks, then the guy said he could give me one month off and they he would want me there for longer time. See how it goes for the first time first.

Put some pictures with koreans. They were really cool lads. Told them to meet up in Karratha in few months, as they want to make a trip all around Australia. I ve got one friend in Karratha, said there is loads of work. So I might be going there after that.
 So today is pretty big day. I forgot one of my bags to the place I was before- Narrangbi. So we went with the thai couple and brought it back. Saw Bernice s friend there. Forgot her name..Took the mattress back there that I borrowed, got my stuff backed and am ready to go again now.
 Haven t taken any pictures from the house though, should do it now..
 Anyway, few pictures with  koreans and then next blog will be in..month, 2 or who knows.

 And one video clip too :)

Sometimes very lucky, some times not that lucky

I am in Brisbane, actually in Narangba, that is around 35 km from Brisbane. I ve been here around 1 week, before that I was in Collarenebri about 3 weeks, that is close to Moree, which is around 500 kms from the east coast. I worked there for the horsefarmer..

I expected, yes, I expected to earn some money there, get some money in my pocket, but it didn t go like that. Even though the ad on gumtree didn t promise firm income- it said:" Dad has contract and if he gets work then you will get work as well," or something like that. Anyway, I worked for them anyway, had place to sleep and good meals 2 times a day. In the morning I made sandwiches- I need to eat also in the morning-I just won t have energy to work, if I don t eat before.

"You eat sandwiches in the morning," said my german cabin mate. When he said that, he reminded me the time  when I lived in Denmark with few germans. They always had proper and certain food in certain time. That was funny for me, who is used to eat anything any time. Mick, the farmer said once:

"I appreciate that you eat all what I cook," and I really think it was always good too.

We had fish almost every night. We caught it ourselves from the river. River was just next to his property.
What a luxury. I said it to them and they laughed too.

That s how we did fishing in the mornings..

We also caught yabbies(crabs?) from the pon.

Few more pictures taken from the farm:

Me, welding- fixing the gate

When I left the farm, I didn t have much money in my pocket, but I left with the good feeling. I was happy to move on, it was rainy day when I left. It started to rain few days before my leaving. And in the morning when I had to leave, it kept raining, it was really dirty and muddy and I felt good to leave that place. Maybe it s also in my blood- I always love to move on.
 But I was lucky. Week before I left I met randomly one woman in the pub that we visited over the weekend. She told me she knew how is to travel. She had been to around 80 countries in the world, and the fact- she also visited Estonia once, so she knew where I was from. We found many topics to talk about and she added:
"When you come to Brisbane, you can come over and stay couple of nights there."

I promised to call her and I did. I called her on the next days intending to really come and she really welcomed me here. So here I am. Really staying in her place. She introduced me to her friends and people she knows as a backpacker. That s what I am for them. Travelling in the country from place to place.
"I don t know how to thank you for that," I said once.
"I have been travelling a lot in my life and people have helped me a lot- once you get older and meet somebody young like you- then you can help this person too."
That s what she said. I was really amazed of that.
I keep telling this to my friends and people are amazed. Just like that? Do people like these really exist?
She gave a house key and said, come and go when you want. At the moment she is not here, visiting her boyfriend- partner and the other woman who lives here, went to vacation. I am basically on my own here.
Unbelievable. I am absolutely stranger and she allows me to be here just like that. How is it possible?
I don t know. Maybe it is something to do with some religion, that she believes that if you help somebody then in next life she will get it back. Ehh, just a random thought. Doesn t matter. These people exist. In fact, just a month ago it happened to me again in Perth, I already wrote about that in previous blog I guess. It was amazing too.
 Sometimes I think it happens only in Australia and maybe also in New Zealand, she is actually from New Zealand but lives here now. Through her I also got job. One of her friends friend hired me. I worked on Friday already and will go to work also tomorrow. So I start to earn money and go on with my life- travel again. Of course I don t stay here for ever, probably this weekend I will rent my own place, but I am truly thankful for her and still amazed that somebody offered her place just like that.

One good friend told me yesterday:
"If you believe in good things and act in that way- the good things will come to you too." I think he is right. When you are positive, things will go positive. You spread the good "spirit" or "aura" or "karma" and if you do so, you will "magnet" the good things. If you are negative, then everything opposite happen to you.

Anyway, I finish my blog with few pictures from here: