Jen´s new swear word is Wisteria! How can such a beautiful flower be such a terrible nuisance! Every 10 cm it touches soil  and it puts down three roots and one stem shoot. Clearing up the square by the road (we´ll call it the grape square from now) takes forever because of the Wisterias growing all over the ground with sticks, branches and gum bark mixed in. It takes at least an hour to clear 1 square meter. After that none of us wants to use our hands for anything but look at!

Wisteria är det nya svärordet! Hur kan en så fin blomma vara så eländig och växa som det värsta värsta ogräs över marken. Var 10:de decimeter sätter den ner tre rötter som växter upp någonstans likadant plus en stam som snart slår rot den med. Det blandat med bark  från eucalypterna och andra pinnar mm gör att det tar minst en timme att rensa en kvadratmeter. Efter det är händerna bara till för att tittas på.

Wisteria också!!!

Tuesday. Pumped water.

Thursday. Finished putting up plasterboard in the kitchen.            Torsdag. Satte upp sista gipsväggarna inne i före detta/blivande köket.

Friday. Moved refrigerator out to the kitchen from the living room. We are trying to get a feel of our plans before calling for electrician and gas man since we live so far out.                                                         Fredag. Flyttade kylen till köket för att börja få en känsla för våra planer innan vi ringer efter elektriker och gasinstallatören eftersom vi bor så långt ifrån alla.

Se svenska på slutet

Saturday. Fail fail fail. The little veggie patch we started out is placed in an entirely wrong place. In summer it is perfect with a couple of trees shading parts, we took away some because it was too shady. But we forgot that in the winter the sun barely reaches the tree tops. The sun goes from one tree to the other and then it dissapears behind the mountain. So there is no sun at all in that square during the winter months. The bok shoy for instance went from growing out of the seed into blooming straight away, no yummy leaves. Most veggies never looked up at all. This time I don´t believe it is ants and we have netted the whole part so no birds or possums. There are no holes around so no mice or other diggers. Just failed.

The little patch
The little patch

Time for another and bigger patch in the paddock. The first owners had their patch down by the creek because it was near to water but after they moved a small forest has grown up along the creek so that is not an option for us. We´ll see how we solve the watering part later. So far we still by most of our veggies sadly enough. But we have set a time limit of 3 years and hope that will be enoguh to get ourselves to be self sufficient in vegs.

There is a neighbour down Nulla Nulla who started off a couple of years before us and now have a couple of bigger patches with all kinds of greenery. We have to stop by them and say hello.

On the northern hemisphere the year starts in January and at the end of Jan and during Feb you sow seeds inside in small containers and place in every sunny spot to later be transferred to the garden when weather permits. So here in the southern hemisphere the years starts in July. It is time to sow in our gathered cartons. We will get some soil from down by the creekside.

So those are the plans for the next week.

Så här på södra halvklotet är ju vädret tvärtom. Så nu i juli är det januari liksom. Alltså börjar året nu liksom. Så det är dags att börja så i olika små kartonger som vi har sparat. Vi ska också gräva ett mycket större grönsaksland. Det vi grävde i våras, dvs november är för litet. Vi har också fallerat grovt i vår plan av den. Kanske vi kan odla lite kryddor och så där men annars har det inte kommit upp mycket av det vi har sått och planterat. Grönsakerna kommer upp och blommar direkt eller för ett haltande liv eller kommer inte upp alls eller dör direkt. Så nu skördade jag finfina rädisor, få ärtor och få bönor. Det räcker inte till mat åt en ens. Inga jams, ingen koriander, tre stackars eländiga dill, lite växter som vi inte vet vad det är. Var tvungen att kolla på planen och det ska vara broccoli och kål. Det här stället har inte haft någon sol alls nu under vintern. Helt fel ställe att ha växter och det trots att vi tagit bort flera träd som vi tyckte skuggade för mycket. Vi glömde att på vintern går solen inte över trädtopparna. Den kommer fram och glimtar till lite och sen bort bakom nästa träd och sen ner bakom berget. Nästa grönsaksland blir nere i hagen istället. Vi har ju tre år på oss har vi bestämt.

Det finns ett par som bor på Nulla Nullavägen som måste ha flyttat dit något år före oss bara och håller på att odla upp sin mark med små grönsaksplättar. Vi måste stanna till där och prata lite en dag.

Someone´s birthday

So one of us turned 62. We started the day by taking a small hike to see if we could find a small plateau that we can see from the road. We were sure it was a flat part.  Så en av oss fyllde 62 och vi började dagen med en hajk neråt dalen för att hitta en platå som vi tycker att vi kan se från vägen.

We are going for a search
We are going for a search



All that vine across the road must go!
All that vine across the road must go!


Needed: axe and machete
Needed: axe and machete


Going in/down
Going in/down


Mick is first
Mick is first


Jen is hacking the lantana
Jen is hacking the lantana


Yay here it is. A small park. Just remove a couple of trees.
Yay here it is. A small park. Just remove a couple of trees.


Axe and machete for the win.
Axe and machete for the win.


Check the cake and colour of the flame.
Check the cake and colour of the flame.

After the nice walk we did some celebrating. Efter hajken firade vi med tårta.


Blowing out the candles
Blowing out the candles.
Birthday ale
Birthday ale

There was also birthday ale and beef fillet. Senare blev det öl och en köttabit.

Limes and lemons

It´s dead winter. July is equivalent to January. We´ll see if August is equiv to February. Hopefully August end with a bit of warmth. It´s always interesting to experience the first years in a new place. We do not remember Sydney being this cold.

We should not get snow though!

This is a comment.

Original after:

This is a comment from Jen´s aunt. She wants her brother, Jen´s father (†), to have some part of our adventure and sent an old letter from him as a comment:

“This is my addition to the comments on Aussiebaron´s Back Home!

This is a 60 year old letter from Jen´s father which he wrote from Zambales, Philippines and sent to us. It was always exciting to have a big brother like Carl-Axel and especially when he and his family lived on the other side of the globe.

That the gene is inherited is shown by YOU (and Mick). The baby on the picture is Jen, only half a year old and maybe you are waring a yellow sweater and hat knitted by your little aunt!

Kerstin Wally”


Zambales August 24:th 1955



Life here goes on forward with some appetite wetting nerve wreckers sometimes like for example when I arranged an expedition to the burning stones. People had talked about a place with burning stones far into the jungle and described it in all kinds of ways. I thought it would be fun to go there.

One Saturday afternoon my friend Lew Adamec came into the office and I suggested he join me on my expedition. As always he was up to adventures and said yes. He was American and 43 and had been to both South America and Alaska. He suggested that we invite a geologist that was just surveying our area here in Coto. This man, 52 and 6 feet tall, was happy to join us.

Now for the tricky part. Who could show us how to get there? People talk a lot but there were actually only three people who knew where it was. One lived by the shore and two lived in the village.

We got hold of one, Moreno, a small wiry man. He wanted to bring his dogs and his gun which we said was ok since we were only too happy to get someone to show us the way to the burning stones.

The journey was only 10 kilometres but to force our way through the jungle would take approximately 5 hours. We decided to start at 6 in the morning the next day.

At six next morning we met, Moreno with his homemade shotgun, Lew with sandwiches and Joe Peopels with a bag and with geology instruments and I. Marianne had sat up until 2 o´clock at night sewing a bag that I had thought up. The bag held a coffee pot, coffee, sugar, cream, salt meat and half a kilo steak.

We followed the river upstream up the mountain as we had walked many times before but never so far. We were told we had to cross the river 11 times along the way before we reached the fork of which we were to follow the left arm north and cross that one about 20 times.

At the first crossing Moreno, the leader, took off his trousers, tied them on his back and walked across the river. We did the same, also taking off shoes and socks. The water was 5 foot deep and flowing quite rapidly. We did not find exactly the shallow part Moreno had crossed over at so we slipped and got wet all three of us and were flushed down river a bit before we managed to get up on the other side a 100 metres further down. Guess how the sandwiches looked! I lost my salt meat.

After that blunder we did not undress anymore but walked in our wet clothes and shoes.

To wander along the rivers here where the jungle grows into and over the water cannot be described. You have to climb on rocks in the water that are slippery and your balance must be its utmost. Many times we had to force through the djungel also.

After four hours of this we took our first break. We had passed the fork and ought to be close to the burning stones.

The leader had forgot where the place was and needed to go for a little scouting tour while we had breakfast. Lew´s sandwiches were dough so the dogs got that. Joe´s cans were good. My steak was well washed in water with malaria and soaked through with amoeba bacteria. But it went down and tasted good. Thought about cooking coffee but decided to wait until we arrived at the burning rocks.

After an hour the leader came back and pointed out an area in the jungle to us and said that´s where it is. He could still not exactly point it out so we just had to walk along and hope we were lucky. We followed the river which was now harder than ever since it now went almost straight upward, (The last kilometer took us about 2000 feet) and straight into green hell.

Joe left his bag before we went in.

The jungle was made up of a some trees with vines but mostly dense bamboo. Every step we had to chop our way through 2 inch thick bamboo stems that were tuffer than the devil and sharper than razor blades. Out shirts were ripped to shreds and also the khaki trousers. I had a pair of american armour trousers and they were sturdy enough.

When we had been trekking for an hour we had only gotten about 100 meters and I was ready to give up. Lew and Joe too.

The leader was not sure of the way and had to climb up in every tree to see which way we should go.

Then the leader and Lew disappeared and Joe and I rested for a while. Soon we called Lew but got not answer. Joe started to follow in their footsteps and I followed him.

Then we heard someone call from about 30 steps ahead. It was Lew. He had found the site. We ran there and o yes there they were, the burning rocks. Lew had heard a mysterious sound he followed. It was the sound of burning and lighting gas.

We had probably trudged around the area but due to the thick jungle we had not heard anything.

We sat down, tired and bloody with cuts, to rest while pondering what kind of gas was burning. While the geologists discussed this I made coffee and this was the climax of the trip!

The spot with the burning rocks is as big as 10 meters in diameter made up of stones. From underneath comes gas up and is burning and makes it look like the stones are burning. There was probably a very big mudslide once and it covered a lot of plants and growth. When this started to rot the methane was created and is slowly reaching the surface where it is burning.

The burning rocks look very impressive with the flames jumping from rock to rock through rain and storms. This spot was once and still is for many a holy place to the people here because they have no explanation for it. In 1933 there was a search party here for uranium but it was never found.

The return trip was a nightmare. Back on the river we floated along the stream whenever it would let us. At dusk we were back in the village. We were in a miserable state but happy to have seen the rocks.

Next day we had to tell our story again and again, where it was and how it looked. People who had explained thoroughly to us how to get there and what it looked like had so many questions about it. This told us that nobody had been there but only heard stories.

We all had taken a little stone each from the rocks, a small red burned stone, like a piece of brick or burned clay.


How are things at home? Summer is ending and you are taking up the boat I guess. I myself am planning on doing some sailing at the coast and shark fishing and pearl diving as soon as I am done with the jungle excursions. I am sending you a picture of me from another trip so you can see how you look when you take a break without the shirt on.

How is the filming working out? I have taken three films here already and they look good. I am now waiting for a projector so that we can watch them. After that I will send them home to you so you can watch them too. It is mostly the kids we film. Ok, time for a drink, gin and sugar. It´s raining outside so I feel a bit clammy. Marianne has toothache, the little girl got her first teeth and is crying and the boy is just whining so we’ve got music!

Thats a little about our life for this time.

Love Acke and family.

Här kommer en liten hälsning, 60 år gammal, som din pappa skrev från Zambales, Filippinerna  och skickade till oss. Det var alltid spännande att ha en storebror som Acke och speciellt när han med familj befann sig på andra sidan jordklotet. Att generna går igen visar DU!(och Micke). Tänka sig att Du här bara var ett halvt år och kanske! i en gul stickad tröja med mössa som din lilla faster stickat!

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