…why real Aussies live off the backpacker strongholds and why a second look is always worth it
My first three months in Australia had flown by and so my time in Cairns came to an end. The company relocated us for the upcoming Christmas business. From a house with a single room and three Israeli colleagues, I moved into an apartment with a double room, which I shared with a much younger German girl. Rockhampton – not exactly a backpacker stronghold with a lot of sightseeing highlights. Most backpackers spent no more than one night passing through here. But I was about to spend Christmas here. The first evening I was sure that I would leave again the next day.
When I saw the van the following morning, which I was supposed to drive to the shopping center, and the small sales area compared to Cairns, I was not exactly enthusiastic. But shortly everything changed. The customers, mainly “real” Australians, were incredibly nice and easy going so that it was easy to get in touch with them. Depending on the location, the preferred customer type also changed. While I had sold mainly to middle-aged women in Cairns, I made my main turnover with men in Rockhampton. This also increased my sales – partly because of the experience I gained, but also because of the Christmas business and the many men who were desperately looking for a Christmas present for their wife.
My new team in Rockhampton – Girlpower
Also, the life in the double room was not as bad as I thought. It was actually quite entertaining. Sophie and I got along better every day. That’s one thing I especially love about travelling – you make friends with people you would have never gotten in touch with in “normal” life because of an age gap or other differences. When travelling, all this doesn’t matter and there is one thing you have in common – travelling. And so, within a few weeks, she became like a sister for me.
On the weekends, our van became our party mobile that we parked in front of our favorite club – the Heritage Hotel. The longer we worked in Rockhampton, the more “real” Australians we met, and some became our friends. We spent almost every free minute and some unforgettable party nights with them. That’s why we soon decided to move out of the company house that was a little outside of the city and move into a hostel right in the city.
Six square meters of pure happiness in the house of Schliessmann/Uckelmann. I remember sitting on my bed, hypnotized and completely overwhelmed – I had never seen such a small room before and suddenly I had doubts whether this had been the right decision.We quickly got used to the hostel life and had built our own small home. When I got home from work and Sophie was already waiting in the hostel, she prepared cornflakes or Nutella sandwiches for us. Thanks to our new Australian friends, we also experienced a completely different but wonderful Christmas on the other side of the world. Jet skiing on the river, BBQ and sun – in between a small plastic Christmas tree and two presents.
We could have lived on like this forever, but our ways already separated for the first time on New Year’s Eve. Saying goodbye to Rockhampton, our friends and especially to Sophie was really hard for me. After I wanted to leave the first day, I didn’t want to leave at all in the end – who would have guessed?
Thanks to Sophie, with whom I was able to share so many special moments and who has become a sister to me!