Down under wasn’t at all as I expected, especially in the northern territory of Queensland. Being from London, I am used to always being surrounded by people, but there is so much space in Australia and such a small population that the smaller towns aren’t filled to the brim with human activity.
I expected Great White sharks to be having a beer in the bars I visited and crocodiles to be in the bathtub when I got home. In reality, it was the opposite. I only saw two of Australia’s famous human-killing wildlife in my month there: a 2 meter long red-bellied black snake, and a 15 meter croc in the Darwin river.
I started in Cairns and ended in Sydney, and along the way came across plenty of struggles to keep up with what’s going on in the soccer world back in the UK.
The first obstacle was the time difference. I would be calling back home early in the morning and my family hadn’t even gone to bed because of the 10-hour time difference. This meant it was difficult to replicate my usual Saturday routine of watching the scores come in via Gillette Soccer Saturday, sandwiched between watching both the early afternoon and evening kick offs. The time difference amounted to plenty of early morning alarms, annoyed roommates and mid-afternoon snoozes.
Trips were another factor contributing to missing my usual dose of weekly soccer action, one because I broke my phone on the trip and the other as we were stranded on a boat for three days.
Fraser Island was going smoothly for the first two hours. We boarded the ferry, drove 4X4’s around the sand island, arrived to our hotel and … my iPhone, the only chance of contact with the outside world I had, was a goner to water damage. Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise (for the three-day trip anyway) as I could forget about checking the scores and concentrate on having a kickabout with others on the trips, in front of some of the world’s nicest natural waters such as Whitehaven Beach or Lake McKenzie (pictured).
Sailing around the Whitsunday Islands was an unforgettable experience, and from my ordeal on Fraser Island I knew I could go the weekend without watching soccer or checking the scores. This time, soccer was replaced with conversation. I wore my Ghana jersey onto the vessel and within the first hour a Chilean man came up to me and asked “Are you Ghanaian?”