Day 91: Surprise!

I'm no longer living in Melbourne! After working at the Melbourne Grand Prix, I decided to pack up my things and continue to drift aimlessly throughout Australia. As comfortable as I was living in Melbourne, during my last few weeks I started getting a travelers itch, a desire to move and see new places, so I returned to Sydney to plan the next stage of my trip.

Double surprise! I'm no longer in Sydney either.

I returned to Sydney right at the end of March, and spent a few days in the city as I had planned. I talked to some travel agents, spent some time at the offices of my job service, and was busy deciding what to do next when I experienced some good fortune. As I was surfing the internet at the Work and Travel Company offices, one of the job consultants came and asked me if I had any restaurant experience, and said the four magic words every traveler wants to hear: "Interested in resort work?"

Two days of bus and plane travel later I arrived on Fraser Island, a 75 mile long all-sand island off the coast of Queensland. The island is covered by a sub-tropical rain forest, with a small beach-side resort situated on the eastern coast. The resort is a tourism hub, serving as a base for people exploring the island's many bright blue freshwater lakes, and white sand beaches from the comfort of their SUVs.

The resort has one large restaurant area, and does buffet service at lunch and dinner, as well as some regular sit down meals in the evening. My average day starts at around 10, setting up for the lunch service. I work to just after 2, mostly busing tables, and then I have anywhere from 2 to 4 hours off before dinner starts, where I'm free to explore the island, or simply lie on the beach. After relaxing all afternoon, I work the restaurant during dinner, waiting the occasional table and acting as the host. I have my own room, including bathroom, and 3 meals a day provided by the restaurant.

Can I get a "Hell Yeah!"?