It was October 28th 2008 - 5 years after our first ever trip to Aussie.
December 30th 2008, Manchester Airport - With the long sought after and expensive Contributory Parent visa safe in the boss ladies bottomless handbag - she , me, daughter and then boyfriend - now husband , - are waiting for a late flight to London Airport which will deposit us at Bangkok and then on to Sydney.
Coming up to nine years in Oz.... the Kids are doing great and my wife and I have a 4 year old grandson - who speaks without a trace of Aussie accent.
So what it like - is the usual question from those planning the big move...OK..well those "reccie's" ie the vacation in Aussie to see if you can deal with the heat... are not adequate to give you a taste of REAL life downunder... 6 months or a year may be about enough to give you an idea. Like dealing with council officials who take 9 months to get to your file....I kid you not. That smiling young lady you chatted with, conceived the night before and does not intend to do anything to tax her strength until after the birth! Same for the guys without the screaming and mess to deal with later! If you are lucky you will buy or rent a place next door to geriatrics, who do not have BBQs where everybody gets rat legged before driving their ute home at 3 times the speed limit - while playing some crap rapper at disco strength audio. A lot don't get home early because their ute is likely stuck in some poor sods bedroom and if they are lucky.. the occupants were not in bed! Now the fave sport here for the led heads...is the saloon car racing.... souped up engines and a saloon body shell wrapped around a super strength roll cage. Snag is your local hoon tries to emulate their hero in a well used third hand car that was over driven before they bought it...... never the less... it travels fast enough to smack into your house - having ploughed through a tree, your fence and if it avoids your pool... it will end up next to the ute but in your living room...sorry rumpus room!
Its a dogs life .... honest... talking of which, your local council in the UK (before we left the UK) will usually act fairly fast if you complain about loud music , dogs left outdoors day and night who get so traumatized from lack of love and at interaction with their owners - so they bark at every noise, bird, cloud that passes over and just for the hell of making a noise to here somebody scream SHUT THE F__K UP. Over here.... complain to the Rangers.. you will be expected to negotiate with your neighbour - who is adamant his dog never barks at all...well being out all day and drunk by night.. they don't hear it. The good news is you get to live in a different house...because yours will mysteriously get burned out... or somebody breaks in and and trashes every wall ( no bricks inside the shell...just a wooden frame with plasterboard tacked on) And now every neighbour with a dog...totally ignores you!
The police are seldom seen in your area... unless they live nearby.... so kids roaring about on semi skeletal scooters or motorbikes without a decent exhaust pipe to brag about... are a common sight! WE have a house about 100 meters away... their 14 year old arrives home from school about 3.30pm - mom and dad are out at work..and HE is wannabe drummer..... you can use your imagination for the rest. Now all those police not serving the local community can be found at the local station...going off the amount of police cars we see parked. Neighbour disputes in the UK and the offenders can expect a visit from the police to read the riot act, not the aussie police... they tell you to take the offending miscreants to court! ...Do so and sure as hell your house is in jeopardy - so there are no disputes with neighbours...ever!
Now those police sitting in the local cop shop.... that is those not tasked to hide behind bushes with speed camera, or park up on the motorway to catch speeders...( we know where all their spots are and slow down! ) --- are making sure they have time to attend to Bikies gatherings or hoons racing about in make believe super cars so the y can chase them until inevitably they stop after seeing the hoons becoming embedded in a tree up the road. That hoon now stuck in a bedroom or a tree depending on luck...suddenly gets the attention of at least 5 or 6 police cars and a guaranteed spot on 7 news! I think they get attendance money for some jobs. Sadly an older guy living near us, died in the night... three police cars and two ambulances arrived. We thought everybody in the house was dead.
So if you want to check out what its like living in in Aussie... just imagine you are moving to WestWorld..... but in truth for all the s**t that goes on.... we would NOT move back to the UK