A global pandemic wasn’t exactly on our checklists of things to plan for down under.
Her pants are drenched from trudging through weeds still wet from the weekend rain, her boots are covered in the mud she sank through five minutes after starting her shift, and her socks have now been drenched for six hours because her boots aren’t waterproof.
If one person has a fever we all have to stay home and quarantine. Not exactly on the top of our to-do lists when most of us only have a few days wiggle room to get our 88 days for our visa extension.
The branches pull free from their twists and whip me in the face and we curse loudly at the bushiest of the vines
I’ve moved into a working hostel in Northern Victoria – snagging a job in the brief few weeks that farms allowed new backpackers in before slamming their doors shut once more due to coronavirus spikes.
I can’t wait for right now.
There are no wrong turns here, no rules even exist for me to break.
Slowly, slowly, me and Goldie.
Are you under 30? Do you have no dependents? Okay, sweet, that’s about it.
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