Monkeyrockworld

E la carriera? Guardate, io, modestamente, non ci credo e mai ci ho creduto. Una volta anche, e lo ricorderò per sempre perchè mi ha colpito, quando vivevo ancora a Voghera andai a fare un colloquio per lavorare alla Kirby, ovvero andare a casa della gente a tentare di vendergli un aspirapolvere che a momenti faceva anche i caffè per la modica cifra di 4000 euro al pezzo da pagare in comode rate da qui all’eternità, con possibilità di finire il mutuo all’Inferno, o in Paradiso se particolarmente puri e casti. Sarei dovuto andare all’ospedale a farmi togliere una ciste in testa lo stesso pomeriggio in cui Kirby voleva che io organizzassi dieci appuntamenti stando al telefono tutto il giorno. Amici o parenti, non cambiava nulla, dovevi semplicemente rompere I coglioni a più gente possibile, e saresti stato dei loro. (more…)

It’s no mystery now that a few low cost flight connections have made this route potentially one of the cheapest in the world. It’d be very nice to be able to leave Australia by land from Darwin port, hop on a boat and be dropped off somewhere around Dili, Timor East, or Kupang, Timor West, and keep on going from there, but unless you are ready to spend a lot of time asking around, that’s not going to happen… I recently met an Italian skipper going out from Darwin to Bali on a yacht cruise, but hell, I had to stay and work my ass off at Superpizza. Maybe next time…

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I’m 3 weeks away from my departure date, and I decided to write a quick post outlining, from my experience, the 10 reasons why you shouldn’t go to Australia on a working holiday visa as of august 2009.
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It’s incredible how life can change day by day. You are riding a bike across Darwin, day and night, sleeping on a boat, camping in the public areas and taking showers with other unknown naked people in a public toilet one day, and the next you find yourself surrounded by the comforts of a house again. This up and down of living conditions has been heavily affecting me, and now, the last 4 weeks before I leave Australia I really understand how tragic (and awesome) my life has gotten to be. (more…)

Here we go, paraphrasing a Turbonegro’s song, talking about my mutation from free thinking globetrotter to daily grind slave. But Superpizza, well, always going with Turbonegro’s song, “you’ve got nothing to lose”. It’s important for me to talk about my workplace, first of all because it’s probably one of the best Italian restaurants in Darwin, and second because at the moment it’s a big part of my life. Well, I can almost say it’s all of my current life, honestly, for I work there every day and have been doing so since June 10^th. (more…)

 I don’t remember if I told you or not, but for the past 4 weeks I’ve been sleeping on a cruise boat in the Port of Darwin. I was lucky enough to have a friend with a job there, eager to give me a cheaper mean to stay in a definitely picturesque setting. The only downside, and not a little one, was that since I was not supposed to be there, I would have had to leave the boat every morning before 7.45 am, and returning after 10 pm when all the crew had already left. It was not very relaxing, definitely, but it was the only real option I had. And it was fun, in the first place. (more…)

Spinifex was scratching our flip-flopped feet while walking through the bush, carrying the load with both hands. It was not too heavy, but definitely not a baby roo. We got far enough from the campsite when we dropped it on the ground, took it out of the bag and prepared a space where we put the bowl as a container to drain the blood and put the organs after the cut. (more…)