When at the beginning arrived here in Gatton, the first impression that I felt was a sensation that this town wasn't going to offer me too much. I headed Gatton only because I was interested, and I still am, in working 88 days in a farm and get my second WHV to extend my australian experience. A part of me felt really sorry to leave the friends who I met in Perth, but the other part was excited to try a new experience, even in a farm. Usually, when a foreigner set off to reach the kangaro's Country, in his mind there's a clear picture of the farm; or, at least, was the imagine which my brain built to represent the farm environment and everything that surround it. You can think to turn on the volume of your radio, listening Boy from the bush by Lee Kernaghan and go through the country driving your 4 wheels jeep along the only road existing in that part of that forgotten land.
On your left side, there's just red soil and some shrubs; on your right, the same. The sky is completely light blue, some clouds stuck there, creating different images that make you fell like a painter with his brush in one hand and the imagination in the other one.
It's always been my dream exploring the Australian outback and see how it is; try to live there for a while, being completely plunged in the idea which, for me, is the best expression of the Australia.
Probably, one day, I'll have the opportunity to go into this marvelous and mystical environment, in a close future, not very far from this days. But not this year, not now. Nowadays I'm in Gatton, in a little town surrounded by little and big farms, the hobby farms, as the autochthons use to say. Apparently, is not the outback that I dreamt. Definitly not!
However, day by day, I'm starting to appreciate some aspects of this area, its shops, its people, its landascapes. Especially in the last few days, since I began to work in the farm where I've got the job, I reckon that this town has something to offer, not only to its citizens, but to the other people who live or wander for a while in it. I mean the backpackers. Us.
Maybe the first period I was too worried about looking for a good job, living with other italian people, about my english improvements; probably I hadn't free my mind in order to appreciate the nature and the intrinsic meaning which stays behind the boring imagine that this town gives at the first look.
But now, after 1 month, after having got a hourly paid job, after buying, almost, a car, finally I fell something different.Especially after yesterday. I went with my farmer to look for a car nearby his farm (and "mine") and coming back he took a different road, off the beaten track; and I discovered the beauty of Gatton. Above all, I saw the town and its surrounding with different eyes, because my farmer was describing to me how is living in Gatton; he explained to me how the population got over the flooding which happened two years ago and swept away some houses that were built nearby the river. He narrated briefly his life and the inception of his farm, which are the upside and the downside of this work; I was listening to him astounded because I was wondering how it's possible looking at same town, or in general at the same thing, and thinking positively or negatively regard to the point of view. I mean, I thought that Gatton was really awful, but now..now I think that, neverthenless, it's got some aspects that make it valuable and worthy to be lived.
It's always been my dream exploring the Australian outback and see how it is; try to live there for a while, being completely plunged in the idea which, for me, is the best expression of the Australia.
Probably, one day, I'll have the opportunity to go into this marvelous and mystical environment, in a close future, not very far from this days. But not this year, not now. Nowadays I'm in Gatton, in a little town surrounded by little and big farms, the hobby farms, as the autochthons use to say. Apparently, is not the outback that I dreamt. Definitly not!
However, day by day, I'm starting to appreciate some aspects of this area, its shops, its people, its landascapes. Especially in the last few days, since I began to work in the farm where I've got the job, I reckon that this town has something to offer, not only to its citizens, but to the other people who live or wander for a while in it. I mean the backpackers. Us.
Maybe the first period I was too worried about looking for a good job, living with other italian people, about my english improvements; probably I hadn't free my mind in order to appreciate the nature and the intrinsic meaning which stays behind the boring imagine that this town gives at the first look.
But now, after 1 month, after having got a hourly paid job, after buying, almost, a car, finally I fell something different.Especially after yesterday. I went with my farmer to look for a car nearby his farm (and "mine") and coming back he took a different road, off the beaten track; and I discovered the beauty of Gatton. Above all, I saw the town and its surrounding with different eyes, because my farmer was describing to me how is living in Gatton; he explained to me how the population got over the flooding which happened two years ago and swept away some houses that were built nearby the river. He narrated briefly his life and the inception of his farm, which are the upside and the downside of this work; I was listening to him astounded because I was wondering how it's possible looking at same town, or in general at the same thing, and thinking positively or negatively regard to the point of view. I mean, I thought that Gatton was really awful, but now..now I think that, neverthenless, it's got some aspects that make it valuable and worthy to be lived.
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