Pears, pears, bin, pears, pears.

That's all I am thinking about now, "today I have to pick 4 bins, I gotta pick the pears this way so I can get maximum speed!" "4 bins a day, 10 days to go, $31 per bin, $27 after tax, multiply 4 and 10, and then $27... that would be enough money then... what if I got 5 bins? what if I had 12 days instead?" my mind races and calculates.

But before I got on with the pears, I must try to rewind and start at where I stopped last time.

Butch and Ross came, drunk, and said "We've got you a job boys! picking pears! stripping! you don't have to think about which ones you pick, you just take everything and throw it in your bag! it's good money!" our eyes twinkled, we were a bit tired from the farm we were at, we had to wait a while until we picked plums, pears sounded better, and easier, and a new place would be a nice change.

A day ago, Butch came and sat with us, and he said "Respect each other, help each other out, stick together, and look at the world right in the fucking eyes."

So we decided we would go, the next day.
The day before "the next day" Butch and Ross came again and said "come to Ross' place! we going to have a BBQ!" I knew what that involved, lots of smoking, drinking, and senseless talking, and a bit of food. So we did, slept in Ross' house, woke up in the morning (5am, because we had to work at 6.30pm) went back to our place, got ready, and went to do some weeding in that vegetables farm we worked in before. It was really hot, and very tiring.

We went back home and packed our stuff, waited for Butch and Ross for 6 hours, and they didn't come (we found out later that they were getting drunk again that day)
So we called a friend of ours with a car (this is me, Justin, and Stan by the way) and she drove us to the new farm.

Filled with Macedonians, the farm was huge with many pears and small amount of apples. We camped outside a half-house (which contained 2 rooms and a kitchen in between them) The old men (most of the pickers here were old Macedonian men and woman) told us immediately not to touch their stuff, clean the "eating table" after eating, don't cook before 9pm, and go to sleep at 10. We didn't feel very welcomed, and it was a bit strange. Stan stayed at another house, which was a bit bigger.

So started the first day of picking pears, it was not bad, you pick the pears by pulling it up upwards (not downwards), from 6am to 5pm (but we get to choose when to start/finish) and we have to fill a bin with 500kg of pears. First day was not bad for a start, 8 bins for three people, but that would be boring to write about.

Sadly, there isn't much more to say. All I can add is I sleep on a veranda with my tent on hard wood, the ground has been wet (and wet again today) and muddy, it's either really hot or raining here (some days it's nice, but doesn't last long, it comes in between the hot day and the rainy day), I have been dance-picking (picking pears while dancing), I go crazy after 3pm (when picking) and start making animal noises, climbing the trees, pick with passionate rage, and run around like a ninja.

In the end, I will come back to Brisbane soon, after a week of Melbourne, possibly in the start of March.
End transmission.