Archive for July, 2006

Home sweet home …

Solicitors have been advised, reports are being prepared, valuations are under way and we have already been furniture shopping. Yes, the house purchase continues to tick along quite nicely – can’t believe how little time it all takes here. And so, for the folks back in UK (hello the Turners) here are a couple of photos of the area we’re moving to.


The Shoalhaven river (this is a 10 minutes walk from our house)

Yes, we’re doubly blessed – we have have both river and beach in our little town. The river’s very popular with fishermen for whom there are no less than four boat ramps. There’s a little road that runs along the river where I took that photo that leads onto a barbie area, nice public space, walks and a kid’s playground.


Jack playing on the beach on a horrible mid-winter’s day

Yep we have the beach just 10 minutes walk up the road too. It’s actually part of Dolphin Beach, which stretches all the way from Gilmore in the North to Greenwell Point in the South. Our bit is right in the middle. It has some good surf, but also some nasty rips so caution is advised. Incidentally – you can see this exact bit of beach on the Coastalwatch Surfcam (which appears to be down at the moment but do check it out).


Looking south down Dolphin Beach

If you’re so inclined you can of course walk all the way to Gilmore from our house along the beach. It was on this stretch that they spotted a great white shark when me and Mark were out surfing here last year.


Our new street in Barefoot Bay

And finally, here’s our new street. In the background there you can see Coolangata Mountain, which isn’t actually mountain sized, well unless we’re talking Welsh mountains in which case it does qualify. It’s a nice quiet well kept street and our house (not shown) is over on the right, just to the right, in fact, of that second telegraph pole.

Some things pre-Oz expats don't obsess about that really do matter

1. Where you live. This is absolutely crucial. It should, without a shadow of a doubt, be your number one concern. Seems obvious when I say it, but I’ve lost track of the number of posts I’ve read on this forum from people who moved somewhere on a whim, with absolutely no fucking understanding of just how different the various parts of Australia are. And I’m not just talking about the difference between Victoria and Queensland, I’m talking about the difference between living on the coast and living 15 miles inland. The kind of people that live inland are very different to the folks that live on the coast. The kind of people that live in cities are very different to the folks that live in towns. I feel dumb even writing that, but some people just seem to have a brain spasm when they move here and think that because there’s some nice big houses and good beaches, that the area will be nice. So whatever you do, don’t rush into buying – get yourself a rental, test out the area, see if your kids settle into the school, find out if you can make friends, work out if the commutes doable – and if it isn’t – MOVE.
2. Cars. Petrol is no longer dirt-cheap in Australia. It’s currently around the $1.50 mark. That might seem cheap but the odds are that you’ll be doing a hell of a lot more miles here than you did in the UK where, thanks to the mass of humanity crammed into tiny spaces, pretty much everything was only a short drive away. So carefully consider the car you buy – sure you might have always yearned for a frigging great 4WD Prado, but they glug petrol – your average family car such as a Holden Commodore or the like is a way better choice. Now at the risk of being called a hypocrite, I should point out that we have bought a V6 3.3 litre Toyota Kluger. You know why? We work from home and our son’s school is 30 yards away. If I was having to commute there is no way I’d have got such a big car.
3. Your old social network. You will miss them more than you imagine. Anecdotal evidence suggests that the ladies will also miss that old network waaaaaaay more than the blokes – cold-hearted bastards that we are. If you have elderly parents and friends you’ve known since school then you will suffer. Sorry to be so harsh about it, but a little bit of blunt truthfulness really doesn’t hurt when you’re considering moving to another hemisphere. Yes, there’s the Internet and webcams and visits from ‘home’, but unless you can be self-reliant whilst you’re building your new life, you’re going to struggle. If you do fall into the above categories then it doesn’t mean you’re doomed to failure, just that you’ve got to tackle things head-on and be utterly pragmatic about it.
4. Overhauling your lifestyle. If you ask someone why they’re moving to Oz they often mention the weather, the laid-back lifestyle, the beaches and the environment for their kids. All of those things are fine – but if you’re emigrating to change your life, then do it – don’t just replicate your old UK life. At the risk of sounding like Dr Phil – embrace the differences.
5. Work. Actually I’m sure most people do obsess about this, but there are things a lot of people don’t consider. Firstly, just because there’s a ‘skills shortage’ doesn’t mean you’ll be able to walk into a job. Secondly, you’ll undoubtedly have to start several rungs down the ladder and work your way back up. Thirdly, you tradesmen often have the hardest time of all – just because you passed your TRA does not mean you’ll be able to drop into a similar job to the one you did in the UK – you’ll almost certainly have to do some courses at TAFE and keep on at your particular trades body until they give up the licence you’ll need to ply your trade. It can, and probably will, suck for at least 18 months to two years whilst you try and get everything sorted – go in knowing that and you’ll find it far easier to handle the knock-backs and grief. Oh and while we’re on the subject – none of this is Australia’s ‘fault’ – Australian-born tradesmen have to jump through exactly the same hoops. The rules were in place long before you decided to move here, they were not put in place just to piss off immigrant plumbers, brickies and electricians. Yea, I probably am being bleak, but you know what? It’s all true.

Some things pre-Oz expats obsess about that really don't matter

1. The flights. It’s like 20 hours of your life and, assuming you don’t fly Air Malawi, they’re all much of a muchness.
2. Spiders. You see a few in the summer, but it’s not like every interior space, tree, bush and fence is crawling with highly venomous killers that’ll suck your face off and feast on your kidneys.
3. TV. The fact that British TV is supposedly ‘good’ says plenty about the British themselves – enslaved to the idiot box and its endlessly reworked makeover shows and wrist-slashingly depressing soap operas. Australian TV is every bit as crap, mainly comprised of imported US cop shows (CSI, NCIS, Medium etc) and UK cop shows (The Bill, Judge John Deed etc) – if this genuinely concerns you then there is no fucking way on earth you should consider leaving the UK.
4. Being called a pom. Yes it’ll happen, no it’s not a derogatory term. Aussies badge things – you’re from the the UK – that makes you a pom.
5. Banks. Over here banks charge for lots of things you probably got for ‘free’ in your UK bank. There are monthly fees (usually about 3 bucks) and fees for using a third party ATM amongst others. Two things about that – firstly it was only about two years ago that UK banks stopped charging you for using someone else’s ATM (and things are slowly moving in that direction here) – and secondly all the big banks are much of a muchness – just choose the one that has the most ATMs in your area. We’ve gone with NAB, but Commonwealth, St George, ANZ and the like are very similar.

Winter wonderland …

Good god don’t people like to rub your nose in it? I have truly lost track of the number of people back in the UK who have emailed, or texted of Skyped or MSN’d us telling us about the ‘heatwave’ that’s brought old blighty to its knees. This is usually accompanied by a quick Australian weather report telling me how warm it isn’t over here. I suppose we did have it coming though – when we were out here in Dec/Jan we phoned people up on New Years Day from outside the Broughton Hotel with a cool beer in hand, amid temperatures of 45 degrees and had a good gloat, so the karma’s come back to bite us in the arse. That said, the weather’s already starting to cool in the UK, the sun’s out here and the temperature difference between mid-winter Oz and mid-summer UK is a mighty 3 degrees.

In other news – we have been approved for a mortgage. No clear cut case for us either, since we have none, nada, zero, zilch Australian income. All our money is earnt and taxed in the UK at present (this may change but not for a while) and so we were assessed according to our stated UK income. We had a very good mortgage broker who did all the leg work and got us the goods with Westpac. Even better, though it’s a lo-doc mortgage, we won’t be paying the 7.5% interest rate, but a fairly standard 6.25%. After we’d submitted all the appropriate bits and pieces of paperwork it took them all of three days to approve us. From memory I’d say our last mortgage in the UK took nearer six weeks.

Ah yes, and we’ve put an offer in on a house. It’s up the road in the seaside town of Barefoot Bay. It’s a four bed, two storey, brick house with a very good sized garden, pool and plenty of space inside for us to have an office each and still have room for guests. It’s a 10 minute walk to the beach and 15 minutes from the Broughton River which is a staggeringly pretty stretch of water and protected marine sanctuary. The house is well under our budget, which we’re very pleased about and also means we qualify for the NSW first-time home buyers stamp duty waiver (saving us $20,000) and of course the federal $7000 rebate. Should be hearing back from the real estate agent regarding our offer soon.

In other news, my cartoon sized finger has exploded in an x-rated display of pus and blood and I’m now sporting a fetching fabric bandage which makes typing an interesting experience.

Oh wait, more news just in – our offer has been accepted!! Did we go in too high or just pick the sweet point? Who knows? Who cares?

Chokey …

Today we took a trip up to Sydney to see inmate #5121211 Kali (I’d post piccies of the reunion, but there are some Grade A fucking wankers on this site and frankly I’d rather spare my missus and pooch the publicity). I programmed in the address of the quarantine station at Eastern Creek into the satnav and we set off off at 8 in the morning. The TomTom guided us to the place with no problems – in fact we arrived about an hour early and killed the time with a Sausage and Egg McMuffin in a nearby ‘maccers’.

We signed in and were told to follow the paw prints to the dog enclosure. The quarantine station itself is flipping enormous – they’ve got everything from horses to pot plants doing their time there and the dog wing along comprises over 20 ‘blocks’ each of upwards of 30 poochs. Kali was in block 6 and we were met at the door by her handler – Sean.

He gave us a bit of info about the quarantine station and what happened to the dogs during the initial processing stage. Then he took us down the centre of the block to Kali’s cell. Needless to say she was very happy to see us, looooots of wagging tails and licks. Sean then took a hose to her run and locked us in with her so we could get reaquainted. She had grown back her winter coat and had put on half a kilo in weight – she seemed perfectly happy though.

Liz spent a lot of time cuddling Kali (she’s her dog) and having chats with other inmates which included the somewhat bizarre juxtaposition of a tiny scotty terrier on one side and a fucking great St Bernard on the other. After about an hour we knocked on the cell door and Sean showed us out.

Kali’s got another 10 days to go in Chokey. We shall go up on the 9th of August to pick her up. They do this thing where you can donate their flight cages to the centre and they sell ‘em off for charity – so that’s what we’ll do.

Before we headed back we phoned my parents and my dad quizzed me on the route the TomTom had sent us on, which he took great exception to. “Go down the Hume Highway via Mittagong,” he said “Slightly longer route but much nicer and more direct.” So I duly told the TomTom to take us via Mittagong and set off. Turned out to be a fuck sight longer route and moreover, one which took us up over the escarpment past Fitzroy Falls and down through Kangeroo Valley, adding a good hour to the journey. We stopped off in Mittagong for a coffee and a quick walk round (five minutes and we’d seen everything) and then headed down the mountain.

Got a call from the mortgage guy on the way back who said that the mortgage wouldn’t present any problems, which is good as our house list is down to three favourites – one of which we *will* buy.

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