Our Aussie correspondent Eoin Luc O'Ceallaigh tells us of the stunning views of Brisbane and trying to assure pub owners that he can pull a pint of Guinness...

Sunshine, surfing and sand. Howiya Queensland.

Well, that’s what I’m hoping is ahead of me. I won’t be doing much until this jet-lag eases a bit! After 29 hours travelling through different time-zones, it will take us a while to get up and running.

We nearly missed our flight from Dublin to Abu Dhabi. That would have been a fantastic start to the trip…The flight was very tough. The seats were comfortable for sitting on… For the first hour or two. After that, when I was getting tired, all I wanted was my bed at home. The shape of the seats was nowhere near what I needed for sleeping. I got no sleep between Dublin and Abu Dhabi, even though it was 4am Irish time when we reached there. The heat of Abu Dhabi just made me even more tired.

The second flight wasn’t as bad (and we made sure we were at the gate on time!) because there were less people on it. I spread myself out over a few seats and eventually managed to get some sleep. We flew another seven or eight hours and reached Singapore. At this stage we hadn’t a clue what time it was. We didn’t know whether it was time for breakfast, lunch or dinner.

We got stranded in Singapore for a few hours because one of the engines broke. Everybody was giving out terribly as we were marched back into the airport waiting area and told that it would be “a few hours” before we would be in the air again. Looking back, it was probably just as well that we didn’t leave the ground with a faulty engine….

On the last flight, tiredness made way for exhaustion and I slept for most of it. We reached Brisbane at lunch time and did our best to stay up as long as we could, and sync ourselves up with the new time zone. We’re getting there slowly but surely. Last night was the first night we managed to stay up past 8pm – it was a slightly more respectable 10pm before we succumbed to the beds. We still all woke up at 5am this morning though. But we didn’t mind – waking up to the sound of a kookaburra is still a novelty!

We’ve gone wandering through the rainforest already the last couple of days, making sure to keep away from the spiders’ webs and anything else that could potentially kill us. The views from the mountains around Brisbane are fantastic. We’re going to have to stop enjoying ourselves soon though. We’ll have to get the lead out on the job hunt.

You seem to need a cert in something or other to do absolutely any job in Australia. I was wandering around some of the Irish bars in Brisbane yesterday, trying to sell myself as a genuine product of Ireland, and it seems that you need to do an online course in pulling pints to work in any of them!

The cert is to prove that you’re responsible enough to serve alcohol. Do they think that we’d pull pints for ourselves on the job? It seems a bit over-the-top to me. Especially since the “pint-pulling course” costs between $60-$80, before you’re even guaranteed work!

We’re scouring the internet for any source of money that we might be able to come across. We’re looking at bar work, retail, construction and farming. There seems to be plenty of work, we just have to go about sweet-talking our way in. The plan is to get a job, and then figure out what certs are needed to prove that we’re competent.

We’re not too fussy what we do, so a few days hopping off Gumtree should get us sorted – hopefully. We’re also trying to track down any sort of connections that we have out here. We’re hoping that other Irish folk out here might take pity on us and help us. The Queensland Irish Club in Brisbane has been very helpful so far: pointing out the GAA clubs and best Irish pubs around.

Australia has a reputation of being the promised land; jobs left, right and centre. Hopefully we’ll find one soon and we can get settled in properly. My personal goal for today is to stay up late. Maybe 11pm tonight…