Travel and life abroad

Here we post our travelling experiences. It can be short term touristic bullshit or longer things, don't care. I'll start with mine in Australia. Didn't think it would be this fucking long.

TL;DR : spent two years in Australia and had a blast. If anyone is doing fuck all with their lives right now, the australian WHV is quite easy to get.

>may 2015
>bored with life, working a shit retail job, I'm a shy cunt so no real friends, no parties and no gf
>pathetic sex life
>can't handle how shit Paris is
>have like 5k saved, still in parents house at 23
>fly to Brisbane, Australia with a working holiday visa of a year
>don't know what to expect, don't even know how long I'm gonna be there
>spend the next 20 hours trapped with fatties on both sides and crying babies
>had the same thing on the way back to France, babies on plane should be gassed
>arrive at 10pm or something, night time
>hostel is 8km away, too tired to think about taking a bus
>lines of cabs next to me
>wave at driver, he comes out
>"Hey ye goin m8"
>mfw
>actually manage to have a decent chat with him, even with my broken english
>arrives and pay 48 dollars for like 15mins ride
>realize taxis are a fucking scam here
>walk around the fortitude valley, heaps of pubs, realize how expensive smoking is here and how lame the tobacco is
>spend first night in hostel in a pricy single room
cont.

>the hostel is fuck huge
>hot chicks everywhere
>pub right next to it, literally walk 10 meters and grab a pint of VB
>ebola tier beer but everyone drinks it and you get used to it anyway
>drinking is expensive even for beers, 8 bucks a pint
>spend the next two weeks getting used to always having people around
>little bit hard sometimes but everyone is friendly, also drinks help
>those two weeks are a blast, going out with a bunch of scottish lads
>english also improves a tiny bit from practice
>it would take me three bloody months before the language wouldnt be a fucking problem
>manage to shag a fat canadian sheila
>success.jpeg
>spend the next month in another hostel because cheaper place
>also shit place, crowded kitchen all the time
>cockroaches crawling around
>constantly meet amazing people
>a few cunts as well
cont.

>sleeping with 12 people
>a few good friends in there but a lot of people staying for a night that you don't even know
>one dude is 50+ years old and has been in that room since years
>has a funny smell and does fuck all except reading
>doesnt talk to anyone and actually acts rudish sometimes
>snores like a motherfucker
>sleeps so deeply that kicking his bunk doesnt even wake him up
>I learn about ear plugs
>one night forget to put them in
>never ever do that in a hostel
>wake up at 3am to a bloke and a girl coming into the room giggling
>bloke's bed is above the old cunt's one
>they get on it and actually start shagging with 10+ people asleep (well not anymore)
>It's dark but still can see the girl on top and the bed shakes and squeaks like fuck
>have a boner
>glance at the bottom bed and hear the old fart still snoring
>he was actually still sleeping
>snoring so fucked up he didnt even wake up
>mfw

>brisbane is such a nice city to be in
>has a river in it and a lot of people run along it and I run with them, also go to the gym
>australians are very friendly as well
>two months in my australian existence and I'm still burning my money
>can't find a fucking job in hospitality because "experience needed"
>afraid of construction jobs because hard work
>as I'm writing this I also realize how much of a pussy I was
>buy a car, 1999 ford falcon station wagon so I can sleep in it if needed
>first car ever and stressed as fuck about it
>driving on the left doesnt help
>hear about farm jobs going on in Gayndah QLD (400km inland from brisbane)
>drives away with two dudes from the hostel that I barely know
>stressed about it but they seem friendly, one of them is french and smokes joints all the time
>we all smoke weed anyway
>set off for a drive into the australian bush

>I like australian highways
>they are like small roads (one lane each way) but mostly well paved and capped to 110km/h
>stralians are pretty chill on the road to be honest
>I like the big trucks
>vegetation is exotic compared to france so I like it
>dry as fuck though
>arrive in town without hitting any kangaroos
>stress about roos when driving all the time
>dont find roos cute anymore
>eyes on the side of the road looking for them, not on the actual road
>town is in the middle of bumfuck nowhere
>only farms around it, mostly mandarines and lemons
>and fucking kangaroos roaming the fields around, you can actually see them in the morning when working
>there is one pub in that town
>people still drinking VB
>look for snakes everywhere
cont.

>also cold as fuck at night and I'm sleeping in my car at a caravan park
>meet other backpackers in that place that are jobless as well
>bunch of italians, germans, a few brits and belgium lads
>have parties, drink some more of that disgusting piss that is Victoria Bitter
>hot finnish girl jumps on me one night, shitfaced
>cum in her in litterally 5 secs, worst sex ever had
>mfw
>tell her to take the pill the morning after, she looks angry and tells me to fuck off
>doesnt talk to me anymore
>finally find a job
>it's picking mandarines and paid by the piece not even by the hour
>better than nothing
>spend 10 hours a day six days a week sweating my arse in the australian sun
>have 30mins break at lunch and that's it, otherwise less mandarines picked
>still looking for snakes and fucking red back spiders
>13 bucks an hour, minimum wage is like 20
>better than nothing
>wake up one morning and the french lad is gone and sends me a text message
>message says "dont follow me or i'll blow up your car"
>never said or did anything bad to him, but he was a paranoid cunt with the pot smoking
>first bad experience with french cunts, won't be the last
>other dude is a fat canadian self centered arsehole but I don't realise it yet, still think he is a good lad

>still picking fucking mandarines in another farm
>wage does not improve because I'm slow as hell and have never done physical labour before
>meanwhile more experienced guys are doing 250bucks a day after taxes
>stuck at 130 dollars a day
>literally dream of mandarines in my sleep, cant figure out a way to speed up the picking
>still having a great time with the other lads stuck in the same situation
>this takes place in another town 50km away from Gayndah
>this town has two pubs and a a lot of aboriginals roaming around doing fuck all
>except drinking and fighting
>get tired of drinking VB because that piss is expensive
>discover goon bags
>wine that has eggs and fish in it
>cheaper than dirt but will give you the worst shits of your life in the morning
>can get away from the VB from now on

>meanwhile fat canadian lad quit after a day on the job
>too fat to handle the constant rush, or the climbing up ladders to get the mandarines at the top of the trees
>finds us (me,belgium lads) and himself a job picking blueberries
>it's not about fucking up your back anymore but more about them knees from the bending
>easy job, paid by the hour, actually have a decent wage
>nepalese are crawling around the place
>sometimes they'll come in our row of blueberry bushes and will actually steal our fucking fruits
>then you get roasted by the manager because picking quantity target of the day is not reached
>manager is also nepalese
>everyone in our group fucking hates them
>but we're out of trouble for a while, it's good money
>one day manager comes in
>i'm not picking the berries ripe enough
>I was being careful all the time
>"I'll be more careful"
>three days later
>manager comes up to me with the same problem,
>mfw
>half of my buckets are worthless
>can't understand why no one else is getting the issue
>suddenly remembers that I'm colorblind
>realize there is no option for me but to quit
>fuck going back to the mandarines
>manage to hold the job for another two weeks with the supervisor going bananas and people cracking jokes at my ass
>fat canadian cunt likes to milk the jokes and starts annoying me
>leave just before getting sacked
>back to mandarines for the time being

>another month goes by, paid by the hour again
>it's another job in the table wine field
>doing the pruning, by the hour, another easy job
>manager is an old kiwi dude chill as fuck
>literally cracks a beer open at 7am while at work
>does parties at his house
>5 am start because it's now november and 35°C are getting common during the day
>5,30 am one morning, run out of task
>go to the boss asking for something to do
>"walk around, do nothing"
>mfw
>laziest job ever for a while, drive tractors and utes around, sometimes do some vine planting
>snakes still around even more with the summer, it's actually getting serious and people see them every week
>have to move rocks so the planting can be done, end up finding babies brown snakes under it, still half asleep
>have a buddy to hit the snake with a shovel when I move the rock
>kill three of them this week

>later
>doing more planting, 5 of us around doing it
>one digging small hole, the other one planting the vine, other one watering it etc
>tractor has a trailer with a water tank
>water is used on the newly planted vine
>kiwi boss is driving it
>boss leaves the tractor and goes for a piss in the vines, door left open
>some lad leaves a fake rubber snake on the driver seat
>boss comes back, we pick up our tools and fake doing something
>actually are lurking hard and someone has a phone recording the thing (wish I had the fucking video)
>jumps from fear
>tells us we are cunts
>keks were had

>later
>he sends us to an unused wine field
>we have to take down poles and metal wiring used to hold the vines up, also irrigation stuff
>stuff is not heavy, just put it in a ute and take it elsewhere
>the field is filled with old cow shit, step in it all the time
>up shit creek without a paddle
>it is also still november and boiling hot, 3 to 5l of water drank every day
>also the season of the flies
>the place is swarmed with flies
>the australian fly
>a single one of them will not go away if you shoo it, it comes back on your skin within a second and will crawl on it
>picrelated legit happens
>me and a mate concentrate fifty of them each, the other have maybe a dozen flying around them
>constant cloud of flies that gather on my back and storms when I walk around
>have to wrap t shirt around me face and look like a hadji
>other cunts taking the piss for that but soon start doing the same thing
>they still manage to get into your ears and eyes
>these fucking flies
>the australian bush salute becomes a reality, look it up
>will never forget these fucking flies
>don't even get me started on the mozzies
>we stayed there more than a week

>later
>the job is close to an end
>everyone is getting annoyed from the canadian lad
>canadian lad is good friend with the boss and basically always manage to get out of hard tasks
>We understood for a while as he was a friend of us and being out of shape is not easily solved
>then he starts to act more and more bossy towards us
>a while back we all had moved into a sharehouse together so always living together and parties together
>dude doesnt shower when he gets back from work like everyone does
>the smell from his bedroom reeks into the kitchen if the door is open and is absolutely disgusting
>he acts like he is used to be fat and likes his lifestyle
>actually has issues from it, tries a diet and quit it after two weeks
>he went from eating big amount of junk shit every day to an apple at lunch and a carrot at dinner
>wonder why it didn't fucking work
>kind of a funny guy to have at a party even though he has an offensive humor when drunk
>fast forward december
>ends up giving us orders at work, me and friend from the sharehouse
>tells us to hurry loading a trailer with 10kg grape boxes after 6hours doing this in 35°+ heat
>"so we can go home earlier" he says as he won't move from fucking driving the tractor we are loading
>mfw
>tell him to get fucked
>start ignoring him and avoid him when I can
>I'm so fucking angry at him
>notice he bought new shampoo, leaves it in the shower
>take the habit of masturbating and blowing my load into the bottle
>he ends up pissing off everyone
>I fuck off from that shithole of a place and drive back to brisbane
>all the good lads are driving to melbourne for christmas
>I'm gonna follow them
>never trusted fat fucks afterwards, especially if they act like tough shit
>still don't

kys

>drives off to melbourne, 1600km drive or something
>first consequent roadtrip in my existence
>cruise control and techno tunes all the way
>chill.jpeg
>use my gym to shower on the way since they are all over the country
>did this many times during two years
>hate trucks drivers for being twats
>will drive the same speed limit as you
>will tailgate your ass sometimes if you're not doing 5kmh over the speed limit
>will overtake your ass (didnt happen often to be honest)
>are fair dinkum annoying to overtake
>this will be my overall feeling from trucks driver in two years of australia
>still worry about kangaroos
>will always do outside the cities for those two years
>actually love driving long distances (I did fuck all driving back in france)
>arrives in New South Wales
>take notice of retarded speed limits sign (25kmh/per hour)
>roadworks everywhere
>the australian way of making it safe for workers is to cap the road from a 110 to a 25 even if not a single cunt is to be seen around
>actually arrives to sydney, drive around it
>avoided all the fucking trafic, success.jpeg
>take the highway down to melbourne
>see a Canberra exit on the highway
>chuckle and keep going
>fuck all to see in that capital anyway

>arrives in melbourne
>big fuck off city
>takes an hour to walk around the bloody CBD
>people everywhere and expensive rent
>speed traps and red light cameras everywhere
>greedy australian police after that good money
>first christmas party on the beach with all the lads
>spend ass loads of money on a club with them for the new years
>have a blast, best new years eve so far
>go back home and watch shitfaced girls leaving parties heels in hand and barefoot
>mfw
>the kiwi cunt from queensland didnt pay my last two weeks of work yet
>waiting on 1100$ that will never come until fucking march
>find myself broke and living in my car next to one shitty hostel in Fitzroy (hippie melbourne suburb)
>that fucking hostel
>amenities would never be clean
>neither would be the kitchen
>is run by an old asian dude named Tran
>dude has a whole wall of printed pics of celebrities and famous caracters in the backyard
>except he put his old face on every one of them
>cant handle his drinking
>australian pregnant woman also living there that smokes and drinks like us
>will do so until the birth of the baby
>this will be my overall feeling of australians staying in hostels during these two years, they are mostly old bums having fuck all inspiration in life
would provide you with pic of the hostel but can't remember the fucking name and my internet sucks ass

Traveller's trax! that's the name of that fucking hostel.

>desperately look for a job
>learn about gumtree
>its like craigslist except that there are so many jobs on them
>not only small gardening shitjobs but actually longterm serious positions
>gumtree will actually provide me jobs for the rest of my trip, I wish my country had that
>post an ad about myself, fuck it
>get a call the day after, someone is after delivery drivers
>it's about delivering ice bags for restaurants and pubs
>get to drive delivery vans type renault trafic and mercedes sprinter
>ask about wage
>"wage starts at 15 an hour then goes up after the training period"
>bad rate but fuck it, go for it

>first love the job because driving is cool and easy even if melbourne is a big mess to drive in
>never had an accident so I'm confident in my driving
>spend ten to twelve hours a day doing it
>driving in melbourne sometimes at peak time
>hell every minute of that city if filled with cars and retarded mongoloids driving them
>fucking hate my life after six hours of it, still half of the shift to come
>job becomes one the worst I had in these two years
>boss is a 40 years old lunatic woman from britain that has a strong english accent
>I'm six months in my australian trip and still can't understand her blabberish sometimes
>she pressures the drivers to do a maximum of deliveries a day, jobs keeping coming up during the day
>she also smokes pot all the time and she forgets about me sometimes and will get mad at small stuff if on a bad mood or if I don't report to her
>that and her accent actually led to a few retarded situations
>job ends up being stressful as fuck, I'm in constant rush
>have to use a forklift to load up my vehicles with pallets of ice
>actually like to drive forklifts, they are fun
cont

>start being literally hitler on the road and cursing everyone
>taxis and bus drivers are the bane of my existence, these cunts will honk if a fly hits their windshield
>also small city cars are getting on my nerves
>start avoiding them on the road
>I think it's just me at first but they are always the worst fucking drivers of the day
>notice they are mostly driven by women


>start being literally hitler on the road and cursing everyone
>taxis and bus drivers are the bane of my existence, these cunts will honk if a fly hits their windshield
>also small city cars are getting on my nerves
>start avoiding them on the road
>I think it's just me at first but they are always the worst fucking drivers of the day
>notice they are mostly driven by women
>mfw that legend becomes true

fuck sake that one was bad but I'm on the wine

>one day
>rushing as fucking usual
>park my van up the street, go out to deliver three ice bags
>come back and jump behing the wheel, check mirrors
>mirrors are clean
>start backing up so I can get out of my spot
>banging noise as my truck is stopped by something
>heartattack.exe
>get out
>I didnt see the black mercedes coupé that had parked up my ass while I was delivering
>couldnt fucking see it from the mirrors
>the car itself is empty
>his bumper doesnt show a dent in it
>my rear bumper (soft plastic one) has the plastic slightly bent on top of it, hard to notice
>no one around except cars passing
>boss will never see it and I don't even fucking care anymore
>drive off and curse a few cunts

>end up doing a few nice jobs for that woman
>delivery of ice bags to schools for kiddies parties
>customers are always nice to me
>did deliver a few music festivals as well
>did a lot of asian festivals, have a hatred for asians since
>endless and shitty bargain almost every time, had to call my boss a few times for them
>that and their driving
>delivery of bags at pubs full of georgous women
>sometimes getting hit on by girls but still too shy to do something about it or don't realise it
>I still hate myself for that today
>still hate other drivers
>notice people drinking big bottles of beer while driving
>or people on the phone while driving
>despise cunts
>job is good money because lot of hours worked but the hourly rate still shit

>later
>australia day
>public holiday but end up working anyway, fuck resting right
>the company has that one little van that is called the ninja
>actually a small manual mazda E2000 that gets everywhere, hence his surname
>vehicle is old as fuck and has 260000ks on the odo, doesnt have air con
>I rarely drive it but I'm on it this day
>it is 45°C on the invasion day of 2016
>mfw
>opening the windows and speeding do fuck all, just streams of burning hot air coming on me face
>actually enjoy staying in the truck freezer that day
>it's hell on earth, assloads of sweat
>curse the aircon for being a useless cunt
>deliver ice bags and discover a new beer that day, the cooper
>this is so much better than VB
>fucking queenslanders trolling everyone with their crap
>go home and get shitfaced

you better finish it because i unironically read all this shit so far

>week later
>classic driving day in melbourne
>driving renault master, vehicle has maybe 15000km on the clock so brand new
>automatic piece of AIDS gearbox, slow as hell to respond
>gearbox so shit it would sometimes stall the engine in reverse
>had that happen on me with a bajillion cars honking at my ass as I was backing up out in a busy street before
>anyway
>jobs keep popping up on the truck's ipad
>not enjoying my day anymore, I'm bloody late because trafic
>stressed as fuck, jobs keep dropping
>has to back up in a small lane from the lonsdale street to deliver a bar
>the lonsdale street is a fucking highway in the CBD, millions of cars in that cunt
>means I have to stop and reverse from that street at the right time when the lights are red otherwise it's ogre
>stop and start reversing as cars are coming up
>worried about stalling
>hurry even more
>van stopped by something again, hear glass cracking
>crickey.jpeg
>people are looking
>finally get to reverse into that fucking lane
>inspect vehicle, don't see a single dent, just a cracked window at the back (that windows was already fucked by another driver, it had tape all over it)
>vehicle looks the exact same as before
>don't understand what the fuck happened, no one tells me anything, carry on duties
>two weeks later the boss is fuming because of one the drivers shagged a tail light on that same truck and no one will talk
>mfw
>not a single fuck given to this day
She was a cunt anyway. And fuck paying 500$ for a piece of glass plastic just because it's brand new, they were like 30 bucks on my old car.I quit the job a week or two after that.

there is a load of it to come, but I'm starting to think I don't want this thread to be too much of a blog even if it already is. I mean I want others to contribute as well. I'll dump the rest tomorrow.

fuck off nigger go on now, you fuking normie

>be me, typical finearts masters loser
>no interest in women or social life, so hard worker on grades and interested in pc games
>get in to erasmus exchange, go to slovakia
>alcohol cheap af, nice girls around, well equiped school, no one gives a fuck about what i do, freedom sets in
>get lonely, drink a lot, start exploring stripclubs, start finding out sweet spots
>figure good "places" in vianna, 1.30 hour ride from novi most, slip there a few hours now and then
>go to budapest and prague as well because close af
> start losing my shit in prague, probably 5 best days of life
>return home, fucked more women, seen more places, drunk/did drugs more than was in entire life span (well not really on drinking part)
>adjust to previous life, shit is more meaningless than ever before
well this was the best travel experience i can tell

>adjust to previous life, shit is more meaningless than ever before

OP here, I get that feeling now that I came back. But I'm more relaxed about stuff, I can't be arsed to stress about anything now. I mean I still stress but the good kind of stress, the one that tells you "do something" and not the one "freeze and wait until problem goes away".

But that's my experience. You had a blast. Capitalize on it.

>Last month
>Go to Paris with retarded friend who doesn't know shit about travelling but I go along anyway because I'm also retarded apparently
>It's full of shitty niggers as expected
>Get scammed out of $120 in some shitty bar by friend pressured me to go into with him
>Raining non-stop everyday
>I caught some sort of flu the day I got there so I'm sick as fuck the whole time
>Everything is expensive
>Staying in hostels is shitty
>Don't even have the willpower to go see Vimy Ridge or other shit outside of Paris like I wanted to
>Having an absolutely shitty time
>Still have a week until my flight home
>Decide I've fucking had enough and I call my parents asking them for advice
>They pay to have my flight changed so I fly back in 2 days instead of a week
>They also pay for a hotel for me to stay in at the airport for the 2 days until my flight home
>My friend goes his separate way (He's still in Europe right now doing god knows what)
>I try buying a train ticket to airport but somehow accidently buy a bus ticket but fuck whatever
>I'm literally the only white person on the bus besides the driver, feels like the longest, most uncomfortable bus ride ever
>Get to airport, spend an hour trying to find hotel but finally find it at like 1am
>My room is dank as fuck
>Finally have a good sleep and comfy shower
>Spend the next 2 days just relaxing in the comfort of my hotel room, sometimes going for walks around the airport and drinking beers down at the hotel restaurant
>Having a better time here at this fucking airport than I did in Paris
>Fly home
>Got an ear infection on the flight back due to the fact I had a cold and the air pressure or whatever fucked my ears up.


So that was my first trip out of country. I'm never going to not be mad about it. I might go back to France one day but I'm never going anywhere near Paris ever again

>went to the school trip 2 times during high school
>got so traumatized among normies
>never traveled anymore

Should've gone to a hostel. I mean at least you're not cornered with one person. Also you should've asked me where to go out, I know a few cheap (and nice) places to go out as well.

But now I'm back and want to go out in rad places but no one to go out with.

drink more you're on the good way don't give up

When I came back to my computer after two years I had a look at all the shit saved on it and had a weird feeling at all the time spent and wasted doing this. You realise doing drunk retarded shit with even newly found friends is actually more fun.

wow ok

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if you're on here you've got fuck all to do anyway

might as well read it