This Sunday I got to do something out of the ordinary PR developing for the restaurant, cleaning, cooking, cattle rounding, and weed pulling at the farm. I got to go with another helper to work a booth promoting the restaurant in Brisbane. Part of this was getting up at 4am and be out the door at 4:30 to drive to town with the middle aged Canadian woman and catch the bus at 5am out to Brisbane. She talks a bit too much for me.
The drive over wasnt too bad, there were 11 other Australians that were entertaining to listen to, what with their accents and all. We got there, set up, then for the next 6 hours I sold apple strudel, which meant talking to random people about what I know nothing about but sounding like I am an ocean of knowledge, something I have become quite good at in life, then cutting pieces of strudel, then putting whipped cream on the plate and doing the money exchange-invigorating really.
My high point of the day was when I scored a free glass of wine. My low point was when I spilled it all over my foot...and oh yeah, the talker. Oh the way the cookie crumbles...
I did have few chunks of lamb on a kebab stick, and a passion fruit soft serve that was phenomenal-another high point.
The ride home was much better-this old lady, 70 maybe, broke up a few bottles of wine and we had some and chatted for the first 3 hours-so that was a hoot.
Then I slept for a good hour before we got back.
I came back to the farm, cooked up a little chicken parmagiana-and now here I am, watching one of the three chanels on my TV-the best thing on-a program highlighting the thriving sex tourism industry in the Ukraine and it's negative impact on the country and its people-interesting.
Tomorrow we are suppose to clean the kitchen and then have the rest of the day off-perhaps go to the national park nearby and do some hiking. Could be nice.
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