Since arriving in the Netherlands some 2 weeks ago to begin my new job, most conversations seem to start like this:
Indeed this is a question I have come to ask myself quite regularly, especially while riding a push bike with a wet seat through the freezing rain to make it to the factory where I am now working as a design engineer. Why the fuck have I left the warmth of Townsville, the enjoyable job with field trips to the Great Barrier Reef and multiple tea breaks to come to live in the cold industrial heart of Zuid-Holland where it rains more than it doesn't and everyone is taller than me......Fuck knows! Hopefully over the course of the coming blog entries I will discover why.
Random Dutch Person: "Where are you from?"
Mick Santarossa: "Australia"
Random Dutch Person: "What the Fuck are you doing here?!"
Indeed this is a question I have come to ask myself quite regularly, especially while riding a push bike with a wet seat through the freezing rain to make it to the factory where I am now working as a design engineer. Why the fuck have I left the warmth of Townsville, the enjoyable job with field trips to the Great Barrier Reef and multiple tea breaks to come to live in the cold industrial heart of Zuid-Holland where it rains more than it doesn't and everyone is taller than me......Fuck knows! Hopefully over the course of the coming blog entries I will discover why.
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