Pool in Whale Beach
I was still a bit run down with the chest infection so started thinking about getting well again.Up at six, a long walk, an hours Tai Chi, carrot celery and beetroot juice and a swim in the afternoon. I’d done 10,000 klm since leaving Perth and it was time to get the bike serviced, the rear tyre was bald and the back end had slid away from me a few times, so I couldn’t leave it any longer. I couldn’t get it in for three weeks so started to think maybe I should get a job and stay for the summer. There was a job in the Manly daily for a pool cleaner, perfect, that’s got to be my job.I sent an email and rung up about the job but didn’t hear anything from them, which was a bit disappointing; after all I had just sold a business doing the same thing, so obviously knew the job. What I wasn’t quite sure of was weather I really wanted a job, I was enjoying the beach, the Tai Chi, the swimming and I was beginning to feel well again. So I accepted I didn’t get the job. Sydney was expensive though, so a week later when the same job appeared in the same paper, I wrote another letter, emailed it and on the Monday morning rode up to the shop half an hour after they opened, offered myself and was told to turn up the following morning, I had a job, I was a pool guy again!Driving around the northern beaches dropping off and checking out a pool occasionally was ok, I paid for the new tyre and the service on the bike, Xmas was a couple of weeks away and this year there was no pressure, no shopping, no expectations. Xmas came and went, I ate beans on toast and polished the bike on the day, I was thinking it was time to sell. I began looking into getting N S W registration so I could sell the bike and discovered it was going to cost too much. Change of plan, keep the bike and ride it up north to visit some old friends which was always the plan but I thought It might be hard to get rid of it when the time came with W A plates. Over Xmas and New Year, a bunch of English lads arrived from Charters Towers where they were renovating houses and making a good quid, from then on the pool guy was ready to move on. I wasn’t getting enough money from the pool shop and the man wasn’t prepared to up my money, so it was only a matter of time. The time came mid January after 2 months in the job, I was free again.
I am….THE LONESOME TRAVELLER….travelling east….BE HAPPY!