Five days in

Ahoy, mates, I write to the world from Moreton Island, that isle in the sea stumbled upon by Captain Cook way back in 1770.

It was he, after all, that gave the island its name, calling it Morton Island after some rich fancy-pants back in England. Everything was going along swimmingly until some yokel got the name wrong on an official document and Moreton Island it has been ever since.

Life at the resort is pretty sweet. The weather was Superb with a captial S for the first three days. Sunshine, not a cloud in the sky and highs of 22 degrees. Not bad for the middle of "winter" (even if winter is a total sham in Australia).

I've been very busy training at all of the resort's restaurants and bars: there are six in total. It's slightly hectic but I'm happy to be busy. Life here resembles living in a small town in many ways. There are about 100-150 staff so it doesn't take too long to get to know all the faces. Life is also a bit like high school here. We eat all our meals in a cafeteria. As one of the "new guys" I have been stared at and quizzed multiple times. I think I should just start wearing a stamp that says "Made in Canada" on my forehead. That being said, most everyone has been very friendly and tried to make me feel at home.

Anyhow, I must run as the clock on this public computer is ticking with a hunger.

More to come as I get the chance.