My story is more Riches to rags to riches
Well, that’s not true. It’s more a story about me bankrupting myself into prostitution whilst travelling.
I grew up on the beaches in Sydney with rich parents. I never asked for money, they never gave it to me.
They were devastated when I told them I didn't want to go to university.
So on the Monday after I graduated high school, my dad woke me up at 6am (on his way to work), he drove me out into the industrial area of Sydney, kicked me out of the car and said "find a job on your way home". I hated him for it, but it was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life.
I was pissed off at him, but went online when I got home and found an electrical apprenticeship.
Worked and studied like a bitch for minimum wage for 4 years. After I got my qualifications as an automation technician I was on the big bucks.
I was saving about $900 every week and my only passion was getting drunk, and going to backpacker bars to bang foreign girls.
After 6 months of working, I had about $30,000. I was 21 years old and I decided to quit the job, pack a bag and head for the source of these foreign girls.
My intention was to live, work and fuck in a European country for a year.
I booked a one way ticket to Munich, Germany.
Spent a lot of time travelling around, banging ugly foreign bitches in hostel dorms. But I was the worst backpacker ever. I had too much money! It was so bad that I would take a taxi to H&M to buy new clothes because my other clothes were dirty.
So I was at Oktoberfest 2012, and after about 7 days of drinking 8-9 steins and getting hardly any sleep, I had a heart attack.
It wasn't anything serious. Apparently it’s normal for people to get Atrial Fribulation after drinking so much and putting your body out of whack, and it just got worse for me.
Eventually I was alright, but I had to spend a lot of time in the hospital.
I had travel insurance so I thought it was all taken care of.
WRONG
I had to pay about $15,000 out of my own pocket before they would let me leave the hospital.
So I checked out. It was Oktoberfest season in Munich. So there were no hotels at all available in the city.
I had about $8,000 left and decided I had better start looking for work.
I flew straight to Oslo where I had previously planned on getting work but it was a lot harder than I thought it would be.
That’s when it went down hill.
I was under the impression it would be like Australia. I had good qualifications, there was a demand for electricians, so I should be able to get a job pretty easily right?
Wrong again
I spent months applying for jobs, the applications were in English, so the application went straight into the paper shredder.
It took about a month just to get the paperwork from the immigration department just to say that I could stay in the country.
It was at this time that I ran out of money
Side note: If you want to feel like shit, just go and line up in the immigration department every morning (with 700 refugees waiting for welfare) only to be told "you have no rights in Norway)
So anyway, I was broke with no place to go. The only thing I could think of is turning to facebook and finding girls that I had banged in the past that were from Norway. I had a couple of previous bangs that were in Oslo so I decided to message them and ask if they wanted to meet up. I managed to get a few nights of free accommodation out of this before I was stupidly confident that I could just do this for a while.
I was going to bars sober to pick up girls that would take me back to their house. Usually I would enjoy that challenge! But given the situation I was in, it was more depressing than fun. Not to mention the hideous girls I had to settle for at the end of the night.
I had found this scheme where you go down to the welfare office and you can take these “Day jobs”, where small business’ call up and say “I need 2 guys to shovel snow off the company car park” and they pick guys out of the crowd to go and do it.
It’s kind of hard to explain. But it’s like the hardware shops in the US, where there is a group of Mexicans outside and you can give them $20 to help you out with whatever you have bought from the shop. They pay you about $100 for the day of work, but you cant buy much for $100 in Norway
So I was trying to do that, but there were so many refugees there that I didn’t even have a good chance of picking up garbage, and when I did, it was -20 degrees C outside.
One day I got a job picking up garbage at a concert hall which was really Ironic because the night before I had jumped over the fence to sneak into the same building for a Rammstein concert.
But it was an all time low for me. I had never had so little control of my life. All I wanted to do was go home and hang out on the beach in Australia with my friends. Instead I was walking through to snow with wet shoes so I could sit in a room with 30 African refugees for a couple of hours and pray for work.
I was too proud to call home and ask for money. So I figured that I would just try to pick up some older desperate chick. I had heard stories of Norwegian women going to turkey and Africa and bringing back “Import boys”.
I have to say… Picking up a 30 year old desperate Norwegian chick was the easiest thing I have ever done on my travels.
She wasn’t much to look at, but she had her own apartment and was willing to help me get on my feet.
So I was paying my rent by banging this ugly chick for about 4 months before I managed to have all my immigration paperwork sorted out and get work on construction sites carrying heavy shit.
But as soon as I started earning money, she wanted me to start paying for bills and shit. She thought that we were going to be together for a while and expected a real relationship with me where we would be planning our future.
I wasn’t interested in any of that. But I was still just doing dirty foreigner work and I certainly didn’t have enough money to pack up my shit and leave. So I had to sit with her and play the perfect husband for a few more months (whilst banging pub sluts on the side) until I eventually got a good job, the job I have now.
Now I am a service engineer for a company that sells diesel generator sets that are put on oil platforms in Norway. I am earning about $140,000 per year. I have an apartment that I live in with a couple of mates in Oslo and in my spare time I am taking Ryan Air flights all over Europe and living like a king.
Well, that’s not true. It’s more a story about me bankrupting myself into prostitution whilst travelling.
I grew up on the beaches in Sydney with rich parents. I never asked for money, they never gave it to me.
They were devastated when I told them I didn't want to go to university.
So on the Monday after I graduated high school, my dad woke me up at 6am (on his way to work), he drove me out into the industrial area of Sydney, kicked me out of the car and said "find a job on your way home". I hated him for it, but it was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life.
I was pissed off at him, but went online when I got home and found an electrical apprenticeship.
Worked and studied like a bitch for minimum wage for 4 years. After I got my qualifications as an automation technician I was on the big bucks.
I was saving about $900 every week and my only passion was getting drunk, and going to backpacker bars to bang foreign girls.
After 6 months of working, I had about $30,000. I was 21 years old and I decided to quit the job, pack a bag and head for the source of these foreign girls.
My intention was to live, work and fuck in a European country for a year.
I booked a one way ticket to Munich, Germany.
Spent a lot of time travelling around, banging ugly foreign bitches in hostel dorms. But I was the worst backpacker ever. I had too much money! It was so bad that I would take a taxi to H&M to buy new clothes because my other clothes were dirty.
So I was at Oktoberfest 2012, and after about 7 days of drinking 8-9 steins and getting hardly any sleep, I had a heart attack.
It wasn't anything serious. Apparently it’s normal for people to get Atrial Fribulation after drinking so much and putting your body out of whack, and it just got worse for me.
Eventually I was alright, but I had to spend a lot of time in the hospital.
I had travel insurance so I thought it was all taken care of.
WRONG
I had to pay about $15,000 out of my own pocket before they would let me leave the hospital.
So I checked out. It was Oktoberfest season in Munich. So there were no hotels at all available in the city.
I had about $8,000 left and decided I had better start looking for work.
I flew straight to Oslo where I had previously planned on getting work but it was a lot harder than I thought it would be.
That’s when it went down hill.
I was under the impression it would be like Australia. I had good qualifications, there was a demand for electricians, so I should be able to get a job pretty easily right?
Wrong again
I spent months applying for jobs, the applications were in English, so the application went straight into the paper shredder.
It took about a month just to get the paperwork from the immigration department just to say that I could stay in the country.
It was at this time that I ran out of money
Side note: If you want to feel like shit, just go and line up in the immigration department every morning (with 700 refugees waiting for welfare) only to be told "you have no rights in Norway)
So anyway, I was broke with no place to go. The only thing I could think of is turning to facebook and finding girls that I had banged in the past that were from Norway. I had a couple of previous bangs that were in Oslo so I decided to message them and ask if they wanted to meet up. I managed to get a few nights of free accommodation out of this before I was stupidly confident that I could just do this for a while.
I was going to bars sober to pick up girls that would take me back to their house. Usually I would enjoy that challenge! But given the situation I was in, it was more depressing than fun. Not to mention the hideous girls I had to settle for at the end of the night.
I had found this scheme where you go down to the welfare office and you can take these “Day jobs”, where small business’ call up and say “I need 2 guys to shovel snow off the company car park” and they pick guys out of the crowd to go and do it.
It’s kind of hard to explain. But it’s like the hardware shops in the US, where there is a group of Mexicans outside and you can give them $20 to help you out with whatever you have bought from the shop. They pay you about $100 for the day of work, but you cant buy much for $100 in Norway
So I was trying to do that, but there were so many refugees there that I didn’t even have a good chance of picking up garbage, and when I did, it was -20 degrees C outside.
One day I got a job picking up garbage at a concert hall which was really Ironic because the night before I had jumped over the fence to sneak into the same building for a Rammstein concert.
But it was an all time low for me. I had never had so little control of my life. All I wanted to do was go home and hang out on the beach in Australia with my friends. Instead I was walking through to snow with wet shoes so I could sit in a room with 30 African refugees for a couple of hours and pray for work.
I was too proud to call home and ask for money. So I figured that I would just try to pick up some older desperate chick. I had heard stories of Norwegian women going to turkey and Africa and bringing back “Import boys”.
I have to say… Picking up a 30 year old desperate Norwegian chick was the easiest thing I have ever done on my travels.
She wasn’t much to look at, but she had her own apartment and was willing to help me get on my feet.
So I was paying my rent by banging this ugly chick for about 4 months before I managed to have all my immigration paperwork sorted out and get work on construction sites carrying heavy shit.
But as soon as I started earning money, she wanted me to start paying for bills and shit. She thought that we were going to be together for a while and expected a real relationship with me where we would be planning our future.
I wasn’t interested in any of that. But I was still just doing dirty foreigner work and I certainly didn’t have enough money to pack up my shit and leave. So I had to sit with her and play the perfect husband for a few more months (whilst banging pub sluts on the side) until I eventually got a good job, the job I have now.
Now I am a service engineer for a company that sells diesel generator sets that are put on oil platforms in Norway. I am earning about $140,000 per year. I have an apartment that I live in with a couple of mates in Oslo and in my spare time I am taking Ryan Air flights all over Europe and living like a king.
The less fucks you give, the more fucks you get.