Last week I managed to secure a cushy little house/pet sitting gig over in Petrie in the far North of Brisbane.
I didn’t get it through Trusted Housesitters, Aussie Housesitters or any of the other websites that organise these things. Not for want of trying. (Seriously, if anyone knows how to secure these gigs through the website without having references already on the site, then please tell me. I’ve been stalking theses sites for more than a year now with no success at all).
Anyway, this came my way through the friend-of-a-friend route. I got to live in an nice bungalow with a garden, AC, unlimited wifi and cable telly in return for looking after two cats plus some plant-watering duties. Not bad.
The cats were both ‘house cats’; they don’t go out, even to the garden, because of ‘the snakes’. Someone who had done this job previously told me about the problem of keeping the cats inside, since they could open the door and let themselves out.
I envisioned myself standing on sentry duty by the door day and night, in order to stop two kamikaze cats escaping and getting eaten by the psychotic snakes. However it turned out all you had to do was remember to latch the door when you went in or out, so no sentry duties required.
I’m a city person, remember. Latching (and bolting) a door is second nature to me.
The town itself has anything you need, such as a supermarket and ATM, plus a rail station. From the station you can go either in to Brisbane city or out of it in the direction of the sunshine coast. I did intend to go up to the coast for a day, since I was halfway there already, but it was too hot. It’s too damn hot for anything at the moment.
I’m sure house sitting works for some travellers. I’m always coming across blogs where people have been travelling for five years and never paid a bit of rent because they moved from one housesit to another. Like many of the ideas I started out with though, it doesn’t seem to be working for me.
And finally, some random photos…..
I became obsessed with a shop at Bribie, even though it was closed. I could see myself with a shop like this full of silly, unrelated tatt; an eclectic mix of things found on my various travels. The kind of place where you go when you have Dad’s birthday coming up and don’t know what to get him: ‘Oh lets go to that weird multicolour shop; they’re bound to have something there’.
I also finally found my way to Eat street, a market of food stalls and a few shops, with a stage and entertainment thrown in. Only open Friday and Saturday nights, it gets incredibly busy later on. I ate Turkish Gozleme. Well it’s been a while.