Posts Tagged ‘rocks’

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Digging Deep and Flying High

September 28, 2010
Being at work I get to have terribly little time to spend on my bicycle. That makes me sad. 

 I do though, get a good bit of time with my computer. And that makes me happy, because now I can show you this;  

  

And more will follow… :-)   

  

I look at the landscape here and think;” WOW, Look at that view!!!”  

The geo’s look at the same thing and wonder if there’s any mineralisation in that rocky outcrop…  

Or they come back from holidays with a rock. And the other gets all excited and wants half of it…  

Did I mention it is a rock…  ?

Some of them think I’ll be the same in a while. But for me a rock is a rock is a rock…  

although, I did find a pretty one today… ;-)   

I would not want to see the world through a Geologist eyes.  

And don’t think that will happen. I like the world the way I see it now.  

Pretty, and colourful, and full of exciting things to discover. Not just iron ore. Or gold. Or copper. I couldn’t care less.  

But it’s a job. And a good one at that :-)   

It’s beautiful out in the scrub. Probably my favourite place in Australia. I only wish I could take my tent out and sleep in the bush more often.  

My job involves lifting heavy bags, and counting uptill 302… that’s howmany meters deep a hole can get.  

I’ve spend a bit of time at the drill rig too, where it gets very noisy and very dusty, so you wear a mask that makes you look like an alien. And I siv. I siv whatever comes out of the ground for the Geo to stare at.  

OK. I might not be using a lot of brain… but, by the end of this, I’ll be able to keep cycling for years and years to come.  (And I’ll have some huge muscles in my arms… hehe ;-)

And that is what I like.  (the cycling-for-years-bit… ok, the muscles-bit too)

  What I also like is two new family members back in The Netherlands. That’s right! Two of my sisters had baby boys. I can’t wait till they learn to ride bicycles and I can take them on trips with me! So Gijs & Tieme, when you guys can read this… Lets go!  

At work we have no mobile phone coverage, it’s a good way of keeping your phone bill down. Another good way is losing your phone. What I just seem to have managed…  

 On my last  break I talked to a friend when I got back into network-area. He mentioned he was at Perth airport on his way to Sydney. Without thinking (as usual) I replied; “Oh fun! Can I come too?” “Sure”, he said. So four hours later I was aboard a plane on my way East. So strange to think had I stayed on my bike I would probably have arrived in Sydney around this time too… It would’ve taken a little longer then 4 hours though. I hope I still will…  

On the plane, a whole new experience, I realised I wasn’t gonna get any food, water or tv unless I paid. I never thought of keeping my wallet on me… About two hours into the flight I read the free magazine front to back and studied all the emergency procedures and tried looking over the shoulder of the girls in front of me to see what’s on the telly…  

Finally I turned to the guy sitting next to me and asked: “Is that a really good book you’re reading or would you maybe like to have a conversation… I’m really bored you see…”  

Good move, we chatted the rest of the flight and in no time at all the wheels hit the tarmac.  

Sydney here I am!!!!  

  

I couldn’t believe I was there. Mentally I’m not capable to travel as fast as I just physically did, so every now and then I had to look around, jump up and down and scream WHOOAAH, IM IN SYDNEY!  

And, although I thought it would be a big scary city, turns out Sydney is as ‘little’ as WA. First thing I noticed coming out the train station was a big sign saying ‘MENZIES’… Well, that’s our village back ‘home’. Although the building wearing the sign can probably hold hundred times our population (which is 80)…  

Next thing I walked into a shop, got chatting to the owner, turns out he knew the guy I was catching up with that very afternoon. I knew there where only 2 degrees of separation in WA, I didn’t know it counts for the whole of Australia…  

The guy was Leigh. We met in February in Albany at the Ulysses-meeting. And as a proud (ex) Sydney-citizen he couldn’t let this opportunity to show me his city pass.  

It was great!  

He showed me the less-obvious side, we walked up to Kings-Cross and lots of little back alley-ways where he knew an authentic little Thai-place, felt like I was back in Bangkok for a while, and the food was just as good!  

Then he showed me the first terrace-houses in Australia, build in 1845, he used to be the caretaker. But now he’s got a place up in the mountains. The old houses are still there though, conveniently located right next to a pub where they served pizza’s with crocodile on it.  

It was an excellent day.  

I had already walked around the obvious sights and was pleasantly surprised to see that the harbour really is rather pretty. I took the compulsory opera-house picture and found my way into a massive rugby-ball that was there, together with a bunch of dancing and singing Maori’s, to promote New Zealand. For now I’m still enjoying it here, but it’s next on the list…  

Of course I had to go and have a look at Bondi beach. Which I did. And after two days (nowhere near long enough) I flew back to Perth. Where I had a first aid course to attend to. Shame I never realised I had to finish a book with lots and lots of questions before attending the course. I found out around 2pm the day before… And it’s supposed to take about 8 hours. It did.  

It felt like being back at school where you had to stuff weeks work into half a day right before an exam… well, I did.  

It was good fun though, I learned that if I get bitten by a snake in the bush I’ll die. I kinda knew this.  

But now I’m sure. Lucky we always carry a satellite phone (so you can let some one know…).  

But not to worry! I’ve only seen one snake around work, and that one wasn’t even alive itself.  

I have seen lot’s of other funny and interesting creatures though.  

One of my jobs is emptying old bags at drill holes from long ago. All sorts you find doing that. My favourites are the multi-coloured centipedes, but lizards are nice too. Lots of spiders who don’t even worry me much any more. Except the big fat ones. I still don’t like them… I even found a scorpion one day. And then there’s the ants. But they don’t excite me much. And flies… They haven’t been too bad in the cold weather.  

But now it’s warming up and we had some rain you see more animals and the flowers are starting to come out too. I realise that where I’m cruising around in the big white car, one day in the future there might be nothing but a big huge hole in the ground…  

Ah well.  

“Such is life”  

  

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Rocks & Red Clay

August 22, 2010

I might have mentioned it before, but one thing I really enjoy when travelling is that you really never know what is going to happen next.

Even if you plan as good as you can, organize permits and buy maps, one moment you can be camping out in the bush with your bike, the next you could be cooking for millionaires..

It happens.

The thing is; I do not cook. Every body who knows me, knows that my culinary exploits usually end in disaster. I only just manage to boil pasta and open a tin of tuna… And here I found myself. Preparing dinner for ‘important’ people.

But let me tell you how I got there.

I’d left my bicycle and gear to hitchhike the 300km back to Menzies for a 5-day job… I was lucky enough to get a lift with a couple on their holidays. So along the way we stopped off at every site or spot of interest that was along the ‘Golden Quest Discovery Trail’.  And when we weren’t stopping to take a picture of the view/ a mine/ a hill, I made myself comfortable on the couch in the back of the camper van, talk about travelling in style!

All people I talk to (especially the one who never tried) always try to convince me hitch hiking is dangerous. I don’t think it is. The girl who picked me up next didn’t think so either. But when I thanked her for not murdering and hiding me in the bush she reminded me we still had 10km to go… But she was, like all people who’ve helped me out along the way, good as gold.

Back in Menzies, a big truck was waiting to take me the remaining 125km to camp. 

Hobbling along on the dirt, music playing up high in the cab while the sun was setting and the endless road stretches ahead I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

We arrived at the ’Camp’ that soon would turn into ‘home’.

But I didn’t know this yet.

This ‘home’ came with a family too! And a fairly multi-cultural one at that.

We’ ve got an Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotchman. It’s no joke. It is very funny at times though… Then there are people from Bulgaria, Tanzania, China and Indonesia. Even one Australian!

I reckon it was a great idea to pick a bunch of people from different places in the world, put them out in the bush together and see what happens… Sort of ‘big brother’ except that no one is watching.

It would be a good show though! Where else would you dress-up with drillers, bake special-shaped cookies with geologist or watch Tanzanians dance on Slim Dusty…

But, not to forget, it is a job. I help the Geologist here with processing core. It means I look at rocks. It also involves a lot of driving through the bush in big 4WD-vehicles and lifting bags of samples. It is great! I’m finally getting some muscles in my arms :-) I get to write things like; ‘Felsic porphyry ortho clase’ No idea what it means. But it sounds interesting… right?

And I got my own room, my 1st own room since leaving Ireland 3,5 years ago… I even planted flowers in a pot and bought a gnome. ‘Cause home is where the gnome is’…

The 5-day job turned into two weeks and from that into 2 months…. Who knows when I will leave.

In my 3rd week here the board came to visit. This is how I got to prepare dinner for millionaires… We haven’t got a cook yet. And since I’m still here and everybody is still alive I reckon my efforts weren’t all too disastrous.

I now work 3 weeks and get 1 week off. My first break started great! I had to travel from camp to Kalgoorlie together with the crowd I’d just been cooking for. We had a small bus and stopped off at the mining hall of fame where we looked at (some more) rocks. And the super pit… At the airport, after checking in we went through the ‘special door’ where you find the big cushy seats and free drinks! So yeah. Lounging before boarding. Just sooo ‘me’…

I haven’t completely abandoned my dear Multicycle… On breaks I still get the change to get out there and explore. Or so I thought.

I got to Kalgoorlie and set off west. I had a mission. I’ve seen the name of a rock on my map and since I don’t see enough rocks at work yet I though I go and see some more. The only way to avoid the highway was going along the railway.

According to the lady in the information centre I couldn’t do this… This is a silly, silly, thing to say, I remember someone years ago telling me I couldn’t cycle to Australia. You’ve seen what came from that ;-)

So after a couple of nights at my friend’s place (I even have friends! It’s getting real homely) I set off along the tracks and with not much difficulty found my way out of town.

The plan was easy. Ride along the track untill I hit Southern Cross (300km) and then turn right.

There was a little bit of a drizzle I hadn’t expected. I’m still shocked each time I see rain in Australia. In my mind this is wrong. It’s a hot dry country and so it should be. That is why I do not carry any rain gear.

The 1st day was dry…

The 2nd night I build camp at an abandoned station where I pitched my tent in an empty room, while Shane rolled out his swag in another.

Shane had passed me earlier that day. He stopped, wondering what I was doing. At this stage I was wondering the same thing since the sky had grown darker and darker the past few hours. He told me he worked on the railway and would meet me later at the station. So we had a nice evening of cooking, listening to music and making shadow-puppets on the wall.

I was rather happy my tent was pitched inside because that night the wind picked up and it rained like I hadn’t seen it before… Also, I had recently discovered a pole has gone missing. This doesn’t make a tent any stronger.

Shane was away early in the morning, but not after giving me his phone nr ‘just in case’…

By the time I left I realized that was very lucky indeed since after pushing my bike about 200 meters from the homestead I noticed I wasn’t going anywhere. The dirt road had turned to mud overnight. And not just mud, thick gooey red clay clogged up my wheels and I couldn’t move forwards or back…

So I rang Shane and he came to the rescue. Like a knight in a white railway-vehicle to safe a damsel in distress. Or well, me. Actually.

So I found myself in the smallest private train I ever been in on my way back to Kalgoorlie, back to Paul’s place where in the meantime more people I worked with on the farm had arrived…

They laughed.

And then took me to the neighbours where with the joys of alcohol, a karaoke-machine and a lot of people from New Zealand we had a rather pleasant evening ’till the wine kicked in and I choose not to remember the rest of that night.

Only a couple of days later while walking into a random pub for a quiet sunday-afternoon beverage we happened to run into the same crowd and few hours later I found myself in a country-club, being swung around by pensioners who just commemorated the Vietnam war. And enjoying another great line-dancing display. It happened to be exactly the same as the one I witnessed 4 months ago at the Nullarbor Muster! It was another memorable night that ended in the kebab-shop… And with me on the front page of the Kalgoorlie miner….

No! Nothing bad… truly!

Oh, here; You can see for yourself :-)

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