I can't study eh? I'll show you! I'll show you all!!!
No folks, nothing as dramatic as that. Though I have to admit that a part of me wishes to have the psychopathic genious level of skill in order to grow some death shrimp of doom. Though I get my kicks from playing Universe Sandbox.Who wants to trash the planet when you can ruin the entire universe? I've been having a hell of a ball shooting an arsenal of black holes at the Milky Way and laughing maniacally as the galaxy is torn to shreds! Hell, I even managed to accidentally jostle the orbit of the sun with a rogue star and have mercury fling off into the blackness, saturn explode and have the Earth burn to a crisp as it hurtled towards the center of the universe. Sweeet.
Wheeee!!!
Ok, I got off topic there folks... But seriously, my plan B is this. Yep, a working holiday. Twelve months around Australia working any kind of job I can imagine and seeing the country for what it is. I could go gather peaches, oranges, bananas (singing Harry Belafonte ofcourse), grapes, taking care of koalas, feeding kangaroos, capturing crocs and petting wombats! Ok, theres also bartending, sales and all the other jobs normal cities have to offer. But why stick with the normal stuff? Why the hell go all the way to Australia if all you want to do is get stuck in a bloody office? It's like... It's like going to Australia and getting stuck in the office! Hell, you want to see the wildlife, even if it DOES want to eat you. You want to touch the wild life, smell the air, be free of the rat race that is called living here in Finland.
"Nah worries mate! It's a safe job!"
Sure, I know lots of people who go off to far flung locations so they could sit their asses on the same beach they sat their asses on last year in a different country. Staying in that sterile hotel, taking that picture with the monkey, eating the same cheeseburger with a mai thai. Yeah... Not for me. If I'm paying money to go to a country I'm bloody well going to see it! not just the tourist traps, though I do visit them for historical reason, I want to see the REAL thing. In Norway I went to the west and north. Absolutely nothing there. Except for the most beautiful scenery you will ever wish or hope to see. Odd little fishing villages with friendly folk who look at you oddly as if you were some strange shaped piece of driftwood that just washed up on shore. It's like coming to Finland and seeing... Uuhm... Kouvola.
The REAL Finland... Kouvola... Land of... Liqourice.
Yeah ok, so it doesen't work in all the countries of the world. But it does to most of them. Think about it... Picking grapes at a vinyard, the sun on your back and the red soil beneath you. The fresh breeze of of air brushing between the vines, the distant crash of the ocean. No care in the world except getting your basket full of grapes. Then as your chores are over, heading off to the wine bars and spending the rest of the warm evening amongst friends by the coast. Dude, seriously! Here in Finland the best you can hope for is an over priced beer at a seedy bar fly infested hole after a hard days work of staring off into nothing and/or snow...
"Ei vittu." A term often used by happy Finns.
I guess the whole idea behind a working holiday is that you get to see the country for it really is! Not just the tourist destinations or hotels. You meet the real people, you eat their food, live like they do, work like they do. For all matter of purposes you are Australian for that one year. I like that idea. Don't get me wrong, I'm still Finnish. I love my country. This place is great. Really!
So yeah. Thats my Plan B. I work for a year, enjoy a holiday at the same time. Thats if I don't get into university. Life is unpredictable and all we can do is stay in the slipstream. Thats all for now kids!
-Four Years later-
"So what did you do there?"
*Putting on sun glasses.* "I became a fighter pilot..."
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