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travelling stories
Had just about had enough of struggling to get by,plus the fact that home seemed to be calling me.although we were all becoming quite tired of the situation no one was feeling the need to end this paricular trip quite in the way that i was feeling.Picking pears was starting to wear increasingly thin and to be honest i couldnt really see any chance of things changing in the forseeable future.Anyway i decided to ring the airline and organize my flight home,so with the little change i had to spare we headed into the town,a sort of treat considering we could rarely afford cash to make the drive although not of any great distance.
after some difficulty understanding the telephone operator for the japanese airline i had booked with i eventually found that i would have to make my way back to the airport in sydney to catch my flight which was leaving early saturday morning. The challenge i now faced was to make my way to sydney and to arrive as close to time of my flight as possible,simply gathering enough cash to get from the town of shepperton in victoria to sydney in new south wales was going to prove barely achieveable.Without haste i made my way to the train station to see what my options were.The woman working at the desk was quite friendly and helpful,i suspect she sensed that i was now now a weary back packer looking to remember what the comforts of home feel like.
After some thought i decided i would get the a train on the friday night from the town of ballina to arrive at around 8 o'clock in sydney.This was perfect,only a couple of hours before my flight,things were starting to look up except fot the small problem of how was going get to what was maybe 70 kilometers to the town were the train was due to leave from.
Soon enough most of the people or what were actually still strangers who we had been picking pears with knew of my dillema.With a few days to go a sort of communal spirit was starting to develope.Each night we found ourselves sitting around on our old rusted chairs outside our delapodated cabins that were beginning to get some character singing tunes and exchanging views,some of these people had very strange but intrigueing ideas.
Despite this i still had no doubts of my decision to leave.
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