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[theredtours]

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[theherondaels]

Oh Baby (A Soy Luna Pregnancy Series)

Hi! Yes, I still live. And I finally managed to finish this hell chapter!!!!! If I have to write "nausea" one more time...

Have fun reading!

3. Morning sickness

Gastina

"Oh, not again," Nina whimpered as she quickly got out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible, as Gastón had to get up early tomorrow. Or today. Nina had started to go to bed earlier than usual because her nausea attacks often happened in the early morning and she still wanted to get her normal amount of sleep, as it could happen that she spent two hours (luckily never in one setting) kneeling in front of the toilet. She quickly dashed through the floor that connected their bedroom with the bathroom, noticing that it still was dark outside. She didn't make it to the toilet, throwing up in the sink. Once it was over she opened the water tab, the water washing the vomit remains away. Nina sighed and then started to brush her teeth, studying herself in the mirror. Her mirror self certainly looked like she felt. A few more eye bags than she liked and her hair bun was really messy. A soft knock from the door interrupted her thought process. "Hey," Gastón greeted her, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "You okay?" Nina nodded meekly, putting the toothbrush away. She then tried to fix her bun, only making it worse. "Yeah, it's already over." Still, her throat burned terribly and she just felt really worn out, but she didn't want Gastón to worry. "You should go back to sleep," Nina muttered. She blinked a few times, trying to blend out the dizziness. He came up to her, hands finding their way to her waist. "We're in this together, remember? You don't get sleep, so I don't too," he spoke tenderly, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I think I get a break for one or two hours," she told him while leaning closer to him. Gastón's eyes were full of concern. "Should I get the green plastic bowl again? You wouldn't have to run every time then," he explained. Nina just shrugged. One time she had forgotten that it stood there, almost falling over it while making her way to the bathroom. Another time she had missed the bowl completely, resulting in a cleaning session at 3am. 

"No, you don't have to," Nina told him. "At least we know the baby is doing fine," she mumbled against his neck, remembering all the morning sickness passages from the parenting books she and Gastón had bought. This was really the only thought that got her through this. "And you can't really blame the baby for being a night owl," Gastón chuckled, a small smile appearing on his lips. Nina returned the smile, feeling a bit better. "Yes, but the parents need sleep," she said, not being able to suppress a yawn. "Alright then, let's go back to bed," he said and took her hand.

Simbar

Ámbar's excitement about being pregnant faded with the arrival of morning sickness. Ámbar Smith just didn't get sick! During all her school and college years she had always been the one with the lowest - if any - absent days. And this was already the third day she stayed home instead of going to work. What idiot had called it morning sickness anyway? All the time sickness was way more appropriate in her case. It didn't matter if it was morning, midday, evening or even nighttime, the nausea came and left as it pleased. She was currently seated on the couch, eyes closed, the last bathroom break not being too long ago, petting Toppy. The Maltese dog truly had a calming effect on her. Ámbar opened her eyes when she heard Simón sitting down on the creme coloured couch stool across from her. He held a pack of crackers in his hands. She sighed, already knowing his plan. "C'mon, Ámbar," Simón pleaded. The blonde stopped petting Toppy and glared at the crackers Simón held out in her direction. "It will come right up again anyways," she tried to wriggle herself out of this situation. "Please, if not for me, eat it for the baby. You can't just eat nothing, that's not healthy. For both of you," he tried again, hoping he would finally get her to eat something. Ámbar couldn't resist Simón's damn brown puppy eyes any longer and took two crackers from him. He let out a sigh of relief. Still, Ámbar ate the crackers with that facial expression her husband loved to call the "natural look of displeasure". She crossed her arms after she was done, "Happy?" Simón flashed her a small smile. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked. Yes, it had been! The crackers had been completely flavorless and Ámbar could feel the unpleasant feeling in her stomach again. Just when she was about to exactly tell him that, the grumbling intensified and Ámbar quickly put Toppy off her lap, more or less throwing her into Simón's arms, running to the bathroom. All she did think about while emptying her stomach was why they couldn't have just gotten a second dog. She heard the bathroom door being opened. "What did I tell you?" Ámbar asked sourly, footsteps coming closer. "I'm sure it will get better soon. And everything will be worth it in the end," Simón reminded her, hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. It should have warmed her heart that he tried to take care of her, but Ámbar was only annoyed by it. Just let her suffer in peace! And maybe, just maybe, she still didn't fully like Simón seeing her like this. The blonde wiped her mouth and turned her head, glaring at her husband. "Or it completely sucks and you hate having to go through it, despite the reason why," Simón amended himself quickly, removing his hands. "That's more like it," Ámbar muttered, getting up to brush her teeth.

Jico

When Jim woke up she was still sprawled out on the big king-size bed she and Nico owned. While she still felt horrible, her nap had at least taken the headache away. Jim wriggled her body around, trying to make herself more comfortable, smiling into the pillow at the absent throbbing in her head. The smile quickly turned dull as she felt a new wave of nausea rush through her body. Worry loomed over her face now. She still didn't feel well enough to get up. The nausea got worse and Jim quickly closed her eyes, hoping it would prevent another bathroom break. Surprisingly, it somehow did. Jim breathed a sigh of relief and turned to her left again, eyes still closed. She was in weird state of being between awake and sleeping when the light was suddenly switched on. Jim blinked a few times, adjusting to the now bright room. "Hey, how do you feel?" Nico whispered, setting down on the end of the bed. "Terrible," she groaned, feeling dizzy. The blond frowned when he saw now empty water glass on her nightstand. She had felt too dizzy to actually stand up and refill it. "Let's get you some water. It's important to stay hydrated," he murmured. Jim only nodded, the dizziness so bad that she had to close her eyes again. She heard Nico collecting the old glass and leaving the room. A few minutes later he was back with a new glass of water. Jim sat up slowly, still scared that any sudden moment would worse her situation. Nico handed her the water. "Thanks," she muttered, only took two small sips of the water, as she really didn't like still water. It just tasted dead. She suppressed making a face. Sadly, sparkling water still messed with her stomach too much. Nico had retuned to his earlier sitting spot. "At least we know everything is okay. I was kind of worried that would never show up," Nico admitted. Jim snorted, putting the water glass on the nightstand next to her. At first she had worried too, as her friends had started a few weeks earlier with morning sickness than her, but now it was here all she wanted was the morning sickness to disappear as soon as possible. When the nausea had started, the redhead had thought nothing of it. Only after the throwing up had shown up, she realized that this was indeed the long awaited morning sickness. "I'll check on you later, okay?" Sighing, Jim nodded in agreement. Nico send her sheepish smile before getting up and switching the light off, the room going dark again. Jim closed her eyes and turned on to her right, hoping sleep would find her again soon.

Yamiro

"Please make it stop," Yam mumbled against the cool porcelain. She felt like a truck had hit her. Sure, she had heard from her friends that morning sickness wasn't exactly a walk in the park, but until today it really hadn't been that awful. While the obligatory sprint to bathroom after waking up wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world Yam had always managed. But it had never lasted this long. She had been at it for an hour now and there were no signs of it stopping any time soon. Yam could practically see Matteo telling her that she deserved it, after committing such a serious crime as eating cold pizza. Her and Ramiro had ordered pizza yesterday and she had thought that it would a good idea to have the remaining piece for breakfast. The baby didn't think so. Yam swore that she would't eat cold pizza during her remaining pregnancy again. She sat down on the floor, her legs hurting from all the kneeling. "You're still in there?" Ramiro peered into the bathroom. Yam made a face. "Yes, still here," she replied bitterly, waving her hand dismissively, as he walked over to her. "I told you to not eat the pizza," he said, sitting down next to her. "I had a craving, ok?" she tried to justify herself. "You're sure everything is alright? It never was that bad," Ramiro worried, a hand running nervously through his curly hair. "Yeah. The pizza is just messing with me." She shut her eyes as her stomach grumbled again. "How do some women deal with this for all nine months?" Her eyes widened, head turning to her husband. "If I have morning sickness for the entirety of this pregnancy, this will be our only child," Yam warned. Ramiro only chuckled. "If you think this is bad, wait till you're in labor," he remarked. Yam wanted to answer, but, luckily for Ramiro, another wave of nausea hit her. "This baby better be cute," Yam groaned, after she had emptied her stomach once again, Ramiro awkwardly patting her back. "Of course, it will be cute. It's half me!" She craned her head in his direction. Upon seeing Yam's angry look he quickly added an "And you, obviously." Good save, Yam thought. Still, she wanted to be alone. "Out. Now." Her words had come out a little harsher than she had intended. Ramiro held up his hands in defense. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving!" he told her while getting up quickly, the door shutting not soon after.  All Yam did was roll her eyes, praying she could get out of this place shortly too.

Jazcade

Seated on the couch next to her husband, Jazmín stared at the popcorn in front of her, wondering if the food was responsible for her sudden nausea. She hadn't eaten anything else out of the order today. Maybe the chicken she had for lunch had been bad? Normally she loved evenings like these, as they were pretty seldom with their working schedules, but today both had the weekend off. However, she could barely follow on the movie. They were only 15 minutes in and she already had lost the thread. She tired to concentrate on the movie again, but after a couple of minutes she gave up and tuned out the words being spoken. She leaned closer to Arcade. "Are you scared? This isn't a horror movie," he laughed amused. He stopped when he noticed her how pale Jazmín's face was. "You don't look fine." His expression was worried now. "I don't feel fine," the redhead told him, pursing her lips. Her stomach grumbled and, from one second to the next, she was on her feet, hurrying out of the living room. Jazmín reached the bathroom just in time. She bent over the toilet, losing what little she had eaten earlier. Once she was sure that it was over she flushed the toilet, got up and started to rinse her mouth out. While doing that, she noticed with relief that  her clothes were still in the condition they were before. She spotted Arcade in the mirror, turning around. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry you had to see that. I must look terrible," she realized to her utter horror. All Arcade did was chuckle. "It's fine. I'm still living. And I'm sure crouching over the toilet isn't a good look for anyone." Jazmín frowned a little his comment. "Well, we might as well start the movie over," Arcade changed the topic, "I forgot to pause it." Upon seeing his wife's less than enthusiastic face he suggested to finish the movie another time. "Another time sounds great," Jazmín agreed. "God, I think I'm dying," she complained as the nausea returned. "I think that's morning sickness," Arcade pointed out, walking over to her. "It may be night but..." he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. That would actually make a lot of sense. How hadn't she thought of that? "Yeah, the name is confusing," Jazmín assured him. She knew from Ámbar that morning sickness didn't care about the time of the day. It especially liked to appear at the most inconvenient times. Just like now. "I'll switch the TV off then and you..."  he looked at her questioningly. "I'll stay here," she sighed, the nausea still present. If this was really what she thought it was, she would spend a lot of time in here.

Pedrelfi

Delfi checked her outfit in the mirror. Her mother had invited her and Pedro to a spontaneous family get-together. Since her grandmother and aunts loved to criticize everything, she wanted at least her outfit to be spared. Pleased with how she looked, Delfi turned away from the mirror, walking over the wardrobe she and Pedro shared, wanting to pick a bag that matched her outfit. She stopped midway, the all too well-known feeling of nausea crashing down on her. Delfi waited for it to go away, but that didn't happen. "Really, now?" she huffed. That kid already had excellent timing, Delfi's thought was full of sarcasm. She walked of to the bed with a grim face and sat down on the edge. Her stomach made those dreadful noises and she left herself fall on the bed, her right arm covering her eyes. She laid like this for a while. "Delfi, are you ready?" she heard Pedro's voice echoing through the house. She lifted her arm and laid it down next to her. By the time she had opened her eyes, he stood in the doorframe. "What are you doing?" he wanted to know, expression amused, but still a little confused. "Nausea," was the only thing Delfi said. "Do you think it'll pass soon?" Pedro asked. Delfi sat up, crossing her arms. "I don't know. It's never really consistent." Sometimes it would only happen once or twice, other days she and the bathroom were inseparable. "Then, it would be better to call and say we can't come." Delfi glared at him. "And what would your excuse be?" Her husband shrugged. "I'd tell them you have the flu or something." Arms still crossed, Delfi raised an eyebrow. "At this time of the year? Pedro, my parents aren't stupid." Pedro sighed. "It would be certainly better leaving them guessing than you throwing up in front of them," he tried to explain. "Okay, call them," Delfi finally decided. Pedro nodded, leaving the room. "And think of something believable!" the brunette yelled after him. "You really don't want to go there, huh?" Delfi thought aloud, as her stomach grumbled again, trying to distract herself from the nausea. "That's okay. Really. I don't like the majority of them anyway," she kept on saying, trying to see something good in this situation. Secretly, she was glad that she didn't have to go. They didn't want to tell their families just yet and having to hear her two cousins talk about their pregnancies would have driven her up the wall. Footsteps interrupted her thoughts. "So what do I have?" she asked Pedro, their stories had to match after all if they were asked during the next meeting. "I've told them I tried to cook again..." Delfi chuckled lightly at her husband's words. "They'll definitely believe that. What did they say?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Well, they're very sorry that we can't come and hope you feel better soon," Pedro answered her question. Delfi sighed. She hoped that too.

Lutteo

Luna was woken up by her churning stomach. She desperately tried to free herself from Matteo's tight grip. She managed to roll over just in time, still wrapped in the bed cover like a butterfly in its cocoon, the dinner from last night splattering all over the light parquet floor. Luna still tried to even her breathing when she felt Matteo's hand on her duvet-clad shoulder. "Luna, are you okay?" he asked, the worry in his voice unmissable. She turned to him again. "I'm so sorry," Luna whispered, trying her best to keep the tears at bay. "Hey, no, everything is fine," Matteo assured her, "You just started with morning sickness." Wait, was he smiling? "Matteo, why do you sound so happy?" Luna asked confused. She felt terrible, that wasn't a reason to get all giddy. In fact, Luna felt like she could repeat her earlier action any second so she quickly freed herself from the duvet, kicking it at the end of the bed. Matteo eyed her skeptically before he spoke again. "It's a sign that the baby develops like it should," he pointed out, making Luna smile. Ever since they had found out that a little one was on the way her husband had become an expert towards all things baby. Luna thought it was very sweet. Suddenly, she was leaning over the edge of the bed once again, letting it all out. Matteo's hand had found her back again. "I'm so sorry you have to go through that," he mumbled. "It's fine," Luna stammered, rolling over to her right. "How about I clean up while you brush your teeth?" he asked with an apologetic smile. Normally, she would have argued that she could do that herself, but Luna felt so weak and tired, so she simply nodded.  "You can do that, but I need another five minutes," she said. Matteo sighed. "Thank God, I cancelled that skating event." Luna sat up straight. "You did what?" she asked a little angry. "You're not putting on skates," Matteo said in that firm tone of his and she knew that this was final. "I should vomit on your t-shirt for that," Luna grumbled. He winked at her. "If you want me shirtless you can just ask." She crossed her arms. "Oh no, this is what got me in this situation in the first place," she stated, earning a chuckle from Matteo. "I'll clean then," he informed her. Luna quickly got out of bed, washed out her mouth in the bathroom and returned to their bed (from Matteo's side though). She dragged the bed cover towards her, closing her eyes. After a while Matteo joined her again. "Thanks for cleaning up my mess," Luna said, opening her eyes slowly while her cheeks turned bit pink. "Hey, it's the least I can do," he mumbled, propping himself up on his left elbow. Luna moved closer too him. "I'm not mad," she wanted Matteo to know, "I mean, you're right. The baby is draining all my energy." And she didn't want to put their baby at risk in case she fell. Now Luna was a very good skater, but everything could happen. She finally understood Matteo's reasons of cancelling the event. "She's going to be a little whirlwind then," Matteo said, lips forming into a smile. "She?" Luna grinned. The Italian's smile faltered upon realizing his mistake. "I said what I said." The look he gave her was defiant. "We'll see about that," Luna laughed.

[elevenhoursinfront-blog]

1st March 2017

I was still awake when Steve’s alarm went off at 0500. He went into the bathroom to get ready. The rain was coming down thick and fast so I wasn’t surprised when Steve said he received a text saying there was no work today.  Although we lose out on money, I was excited to not be a loner.  We went back to sleep until 1000. Our aircon was playing up throughout the night, turning off and on continuously. It was also leaking onto the bed opposite me. When we woke up, there was a massive puddle on the floor and the pipe clip had fallen off. The cleaners had to get the mattress outside to try and dry it. They were advised to dry the mattress with a hair dryer... Australian’s for you. 

We went down to breakfast which was stupidly packed. Annoying really, especially as it was a weekday and the last hour. Jackson asked if we wanted to go to the Museum and see the Alive and Deadly Spider exhibition. It was only a 20 minute walk away and it was meant to rain all day so why not.  We got showered and ready to leave. We met Jackson around midday in the kitchen. When I was downstairs, the lady on reception asked me whether I was still looking for a job as a position is available here. I said yes please so I will be cleaning in the hostel 5 days a week so that my rent is free. It works out to under minimum wage but anything is better than nothing. I start Friday at 1000. I am slightly annoyed though because, of course, I’m down for Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. My weekend plans are stuffed now. I also don’t get to see Steve that much. I’ll make sure to wake him early when I’m cleaning our room though. 

Jackson, Steve and I left the hostel and made the 20 minute walk to the Museum by Hyde Park. The sun was beaming but the rain was coming down slowly. We are desperate for a beach day.  We got there and got our tickets. We went straight into the spider part.  It was very interesting and educational. Made me itchy though. There was so much fun information to learn as you went on and a lot of interactions too.  We were lucky to have gone the day and time we did, we got to watch live milking from a Huntsman. Every 60 days they have to extract the venom from spiders as anti-venom is made with venom. It was actually incredible watching it live. You have to handle them so gently to try and get their fangs into a tube to send volts through them to eject the venom. No spiders are ever hurt during this as there are only 12 volts going through them. They don’t feel it, but it makes their muscles contract exposing the venom. The spider wasn’t sedated or anything. I definitely wouldn’t have sat and watched it if it meant the spider was being hurt. 

If you’re bitten by a spider here, the best thing to do is catch the spider so that it can be identified. There were a lot of first aid advice to read too which was interesting. Turns out, putting pressure on a bite is more painful. You’re also better off wrapping the whole limb up where you was bitten, with a splint to avoid any kind of movement. Seeking medical help would be the second best thing to do. We walked around reading up about Australia’s deadly spiders, some the size of a basket ball. Slight exaggeration but they might as well be! Learning about how the see, how they feel and hear. What their hairs do and how they help them. They don’t really hear, they use their hairs to feel vibrations. 

We watched how they catch their pray and how they use their fangs. We got to learn and play at the same time with noises and types of vibrations. We got to play a ball game which you have to try and catch with the fangs of a spider, as if it were pray. We got to go inside a cave with live spiders in. Your head is in a transparent dome and you look around to find the spiders. Scared me a bit. 

Once we finished in the spider department, we went onto Australia’s land animals. This part weren’t as interesting as it was part of the normal museum. No interactions, just reading. After that, we went onto sea creatures and how to survive Australia’s deadliest.  I sat and watched a video about how the Great Barrier Reef is slowly becoming dead and how they need donations desperately for the coral. That was interesting to watch and see how badly it has deteriorated over the years. I’m certain that future generations aren’t going to see how spectacular the reef actually once was. Shame really. 

We came across a life sized make of a crocodile. You don’t realise how long 4.7 metres actually is until it’s in front of your eyes. It’s massive. Fat, too. I could’ve laid in the croc’s stomach like a starter! Dough balls, eating me would’ve been like having a few dough balls. 

We walked around looking at snakes, sharks, dinosaur’s, fossils, all sorts. A very educational day. I was just going for the sake of passing time but I actually thoroughly enjoyed it. I’m definitely going to do some research into the Aboriginals though. I watched a movie on that, too. I want to know more about them and why they’re “forbidden” as such. 

Steve and I went into O’Malley’s for an afternoon (1530) pint. Why not? We’re travelling after all. Jackson went off to continue his RSA as he still hasn’t managed to finish it. O’Malley’s has started advertising St Patrick’s day as that’s on the 17th. Being an Irish pub, it’s going to be absolutely packed! There will be Guinness for $7, live music from 1500 and cheap pizza, I think. St Patrick’s day is on a Friday this year too. Steve and I will definitely be there. Jackson will be in Thailand then so it will just be us two. Hopefully Josh can make it. 

We left and went back to the hostel to make a late lunch. I had turkey mince and salad, with couscous. Using up what needed eating. I will need to do a food shop tomorrow at Woolworths. It’s cheaper than Coles and we’re running low on options. We can’t buy much because there’s only enough space for one shopping bag each in the fridge. Even then you struggle to get your bag in.  I had a massive headache again but I was hydrated. I take my bottle out with me everywhere now. Steve was also tired so we got into bed for a nap. Didn’t really happen though because we had two new roommates that aren’t the quietest. They’re French and that’s about all we know. The British guy also doesn’t know what headphones are. He was watching a war film on his laptop, at the loudest volume. I wanted to shout at them all.  We got up and had dinner. Chicken salad. That was nice which took slight persuading over Steve’s request for Dominoes. As he requests every night.  Why must it be $5!  We walked around and went into Coles. Steve picked Vanilla Rice Pudding. One of my favourites. My dad makes a good homemade rice pudding, I’d kill for that now. He begrudged sharing it with me so I had a few mouthfuls and he gave me the bit at the bottom. So giving that man, it’s why I’m with him...  It was 2200 by the time we finished wondering around and eating pudding... When we returned to the hostel, Steve wanted to plan out our East Coast trip. This is the part of the year he is most looking forward too, and me. It’s going to be the most expensive part also. We’re talking around £3500 for 4-5 weeks. We will be working our way from Cairns down to Melbourne. Undecided whether we will do it via coaches or renting our own camper van. We have a lot of maths to see what works out cheapest. A van would cost roughly $5000 but we wouldn’t need to spend any money on accommodation. I reckon we will go with coaches though.  Our plan so far would be start at Cairns. We would spend some time here and snorkel the Great Barrier Reef. We would really like to get our PADI’s to scuba dive but that would be another $400 that we don’t have. We could get them in Thailand for roughly £150-£200 which is one of the cheapest places in the world to get it but after flights etc, there would be no point.

Cairns to Mission Beach. This is where I would love to tick off the thing at the top of my bucket list... Skydive over the Great Barrier Reef with a beach landing! A girl can dream. My colleagues gave me money towards this when I left. We’ve been told to do the white water rafting here too. 

We would like to the go to Magnetic Island and then Airlie Beach. From Airlie Beach we can go onto the Whitsunday’s which is at the top of my East Coast dream. Honestly, just google it. You will see why straight away.  Whitsunday island to Hervey Bay. Steve has seen an excursion he would like to do at Hervey Bay which would cost another $150 each. It’s whale watching. Not any ordinary whale watching though. They happily come right up to the boat and swim under your feet as you hang off the edge. It would be lovely to see whales in their natural habitat. They’re absolutely massive, too. You can see in the pictures how tiny the boat is compared. I would probably be scared.  From Hervey Bay to Fraser Island. Fraser Island is at the top of Steve’s East Coast to do list. Fraser is just as wonderful as Whitsunday’s. Some even say better. Fraser Island has miles of sand which you drive 4x4′s to get around. You can rent your own or go as a tour. Either way, you drive yourself in very old trucks and the gear sticks are stupidly stiff. Two hands to get it into reverse type of thing.

From Fraser Island we want to go to Brisbane. Brisbane isn’t something we’ve either been fussed about seeing so we won’t be staying long. Two nights at the most. We’d be going to Surfers Paradise next. We want to go to the Sky Point Observation Deck. It’s a sky-high building with the views of the East Coast. It’s about 77 floors up and costs roughly $25 to get in. Steve said he wouldn’t go if there was no lift though. 

Bryon Bay would next be on our stop off list and after that, Yamba. The next place would be Sydney but we’re not stopping here. We would most likely get a flight from Sydney to Melbourne as they’re cheap as $60. We want to do the Great Ocean Road. There’s a fair few islands and trips here we would like to do, too. I reckon we will prefer Melbourne to Sydney but the weather isn’t so great there. People say you either like Sydney or Melbourne. I like the sun, so I’m happy to go where that goes. That’s just a rough idea of the things we definitely want to see and do. We have major planning to do when it actually comes to it. 

We rang up about doing farm work in Cardwell, North Queensland. They have spaces available from end of March on-wards. They have a hostel there and banana farms and prawn farms. We would like to do that in May to July as that’ll be the dry season. We would be saving as much money as possible by doing farming, to make our way down the coast. You aren’t able to spend any of the money you’re earning as you’re in the middle of nowhere. It’s also hard, physical work Monday-Friday. 88 days farm work enables us a second year visa should we wish to do that. Don’t worry, it’s not in our plan to do a second year though. 

It’s now 2355 and Steve has just gone off to sleep. Our new French roommates were stupidly loud and I’ve only just managed to turn the light off for him. They’ve all gone out. I still haven’t heard back about the interview, although she said ‘in the next two days’. I don’t know why nobody wants to employ me, I have the experience. At least I can clean people’s toilets for free rent. Goodnight world.