chunder down under

It was a weekend of moving for me, both for myself and helping others to do it. First up I had to to help a korean girl I know move from Earlville to Holloways Beach. To be honest, it was a real pain and I wish I hadn't volunteered to help. She ummed and ahhed in choosing a place for a couple of weeks so I had it in the back of my mind for a couple of weekends that I might have to do it. When she eventually decided it was inevitably a scorching hot weekend, and if there's one thing you don't want to do on such a day it's carrying heavy boxes down flights of stairs at one end and then up stairs at the other. I was seriously worried about busting the suspension on the car, there was so much weight in it, it only just fitted in. What annoyed me even more was that she didn't lift a finger to help, only carrying the cat in to sit on her lap while I sat in a pool of sweat. Korean girls are even lazier than japanese girls, and I've had way too much experience of both recently. In return for losing several kilos in perspiration she has offered to either buy me dinner somewhere good in Cairns (lol) or provide me with loads of fresh prawns ( a friend owns a seafood business). I think I will take the prawns.

I also moved myself. Even though I have only a few weeks in Cairns I am having trouble sleeping where I am: too much noise from people staggering home all through the night. So I have moved to another place owned by the same landlady - one with a pool, which is always good. It was also useful to do a luggage check and find out exactly how much crap I have when I pack it. The answer: way too much. Still I found some missing socks as part of the packing, I thought the washing machine had eaten them. The new flatmates seem quite cool, and - yes! - there are a couple of swedish girls there, one blonde and one one brunette, kind of like abba really (without the beardy blokes).