How often do you clock in for the day, pass by that familiar face of a coworker you only kind of know, and engage in casual, ceremonial banter? You know how it goes:
“How’s it going?” asks the co-worker whose name you still don’t know after years of seeing each other in 15-second increments.
“Livin’ the dream,” you reply. This is your auto-response, isn’t it? Chuckling ensues because both know this probably wasn’t the dream. The dream is somewhere halfway across the planet where you’re welcomed every morning by hollow, cylindrical, watery things that shoot more watery spray out of them, sometimes as a person attached to a piece of foam passes through. That’s the dream. Warm water. Waves. So much time getting barreled that your lips are sunburnt and shoulders immobile. And the only thing that sounds good at the end of each day is cracking open a Bintang or five, then waking up and doing it all again the next day.
That is Brent Dorrington’s dream. And he actually makes it happen. The Aussie ripper is in his third year of apprenticeship as a plasterer — some real-deal, honest, hard work. And when he’s not knocking himself out cold on the job, those hard-earned paychecks go toward doing it right on holiday: two golden weeks in Sumatra. As far as the world’s population of third-year apprentice plasterers go, we’re pretty sure Brent charges the hardest of them all.
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