My dearest readers \u0026lt;3
Finally I sign up again. It took. Sorry. But that's Just remember that I am incredibly hard to put into words what I have experienced here in Mildura last month.
One could say that I finally arrived in Australia with the heart. The way I wanted, just as I imagined it did. Exactly. I am very happy.
were mainly my 5 weeks here, of course, called from labor to the fig farm, only in the later Fig (engl. Fig) farm provides. But the hours in the evening, we all still sat together on the terrace, absorbed to excited in talks to go to bed, even though the fatigue of the Eyelids nibbles. have the weekends where we have a purely cut in O'Malley, singing, laughing danced. In particular, the Sunday dannach that we have all spent hungover in comfort, auszukurrieren the river, or on the terrace to us. The afternoons, where we cooked together, whether Italian, French, English, German or ... All these factors have really made the time here. sweetened Herrlich. A memorable time with unforgettable people I've really closed the heart. First and foremost, of course, Katya, who has become something like my substitute sister. Anna, clumsy, but hearty, from the Black Forest, with which I will probably travel to the West Coast. Hanna, my Kill-the-girlfriend that I see hope in Melbourne again! Just as Nadine, our roommate. Nele, Greta, Helen, Ben, Christina, Fabio, Marvin and Mike. And yet so many more! All SAU just cool people.
First of course you need some background info about Mildura. The city on the Murray River is right on the border of Victoria to New South Wales. A small, inconspicuous in the city and nothing can take you in there to inspect anything. Except he just River, in the pure jump to 2 times, to cool off and then's asleep on the lawn, reading or playing cards. Incredibly exciting, as you can imagine so.
Our hostel, the Riviera is in perfect 5 minutes walking distance to K-Mart, Coles, McDonalds and of course to the River. It consists of two houses, the "better" part, where you pay 10 $ more for air conditioning, private bathroom and refrigerator cheer room. There are, of course, Jana and I not feed, for $ 10 are eventually $ 10, nech! Our 4 bed room that we shared from the beginning with Nadine is in the guest house on the opposite side of the road. A normal house, you'd think that's scruffy inside but the way a house at all can be. Although I've never seen Kakalake here, but inhabit ants, the bin, the floor and even the work surfaces on which we snip our vegetables. It is incredible, but I've gotten used to the dirty environment of something. From the bathroom we do not want first start. Dining room and TV room are here as good as virgin, because life is played out in the guest house on the terrace, as I've already mentioned. Here are totally comfortable red chairs, round tables and even a couch that gave us one evening at some point brought a garbage collector over.
"Do you have ne couch?" "... Ehm Yes "" Okay helf, down lift ma. "
And so our terrace to the most comfortable spot in the hostel, to the envy of the inhabitants of the other side due:)
Our place of work, the Figfarm is about 20 minutes drive away. The hostel provides buses, we have to drive yourself, morning at 6:00 clock in the direction of New South Wales. This means getting up 5:25 clock. All who know Jana and me, if only fleetingly, to imagine what a torture for us is. Heaven help us! Aufstehzeit with a 5 forward is inhuman. Inhuman.
We prepare before our lunch, breakfast and cuddle us fleetingly on the bus together because the morning was very cool but sometimes. Immhin hot 25 minutes bus ride for me 20 minutes of deep sleep. Once again in my life I am happy to fall asleep anytime, anywhere, any time, provided I am tired enough. When I open my eyes again so we are surrounded by vineyards and fig bushes, created through meter-long rows. The bus is "Shed" adjacent to, the uhm, farm house (?) I'd say, parked. The Packer hide behind their desks and start every 5 or 6 figs packed in plastic boxes. The Picker, which Jana and I are wearing in an attendance book, take the rubber gloves and a pair of scissors, the so-called "snips" plant and wait for the earth to the sun, then what ever can still take an hour. But fortunately we are set off so early. PIRATES! So I nod off again shortly, my head on her knees, until one of the farmers calls us. We have 20 to 60 people come for the day to march onto the first of the five fields and the rows will be allocated. There we worked in pairs, each edit a page turn. Is collected in Styrophor boxes, whose number (with your partner) is then divided at the end of the day by two. Per box, in the so-90 - match cowardly 100, there is $ 3.50. Jana and I have come on good days to 80 boxes per day. But our average was closer to 60th Now, towards the end of the season, 15 at 13:00 Picker finished clock with all 5 fields and thus have about 15 boxes. This shitty Value for money was then give rash that I'm not gone more towards the last week alone and Jana picked. The whole time I've been hoping for a better job. What pick with Grapes, ie grapes. But it was simply nothing more ... and now I decided to leave Mildura, like all other people, who mean something here too. It just does not stay here any longer, if there is no work. may fall So hard to say goodbye too, with the thought that this place only by the cool people here to my home was now going all the time, it is easier to leave behind. But I've enjoyed every second of it!
speaking of Figfarm of course one must not forget, are working conditions under which the picker here. For the high season we were up to 12 hours in the fields in the blazing sun, 36 - 44 ° C were the temperatures that we had to fight. But that's not the best. Sure you have ever heard of the milk that comes out of a freshly cracked fig causes a rash, known as the "Fig-Burn" and is no fun. Really. At first you think, huh, itching and scratching, quite absent-minded. But THAT was the mistake you'll regret for the rest of the day. Because the rash begins increasingly to itch, the more attention you give him and if, like me, loses control and bloody scrapes, to a painful, burning, red, crusty swelling, the very very very ugly scars leaves. Juhu. I've got a scar on his leg. But not by nem-Crocodile attack, or something cool. Ne, a shitty face. I am so proud of me!
To avoid nasty Figburn packaged as one, therefore, in long pants and long-sleeved shirt. The best is yet also draws on arm warmers, because the poor are always the worst affected. And also has a top under the Sleeve helps me every day life. For others who have collected the figs in a basket in her arms and stomach and the next day suffering from Figburn under the breasts and abdomen indicated. Besides this, a rainy day on which washed my rain jacket to protect the supposed, the whole pear juice muck on my legs has almost died and I am working on the effort and only! not! to! ! Scratch! (Hence the scar), I am relatively spared from the torment of Figburns. It was not a nice experience to work there. But it was an experience that I repent for anything in the world. Genhört you to my wonderful time here in Mildura on how the toilet paper-less dixiklo and the thistle around our house, which pierce through filp-flops. Lovely \u0026lt;3
The farmer, Noel, who is responsible for the picker, we call affectionately, Fig-Nose. I've unfortunately never managed to make a photo of him, but believes with his drunk-nose has the exact shape and color of a ripe fig. We suspect that this is an advanced Symptom and he will soon be transformed into a completely cowardly. Like all who are staying too long on the Figfarm.
The old loves Jana and me. Why we know not really, because our boxes are not much better or worse , than the many others. Nevertheless, he preferred us to be a special sort of Plücker and figs are larger and mature faster, so that our boxes are full faster and we ended the day more reach than the other picker only the normal figs have harvested. When figs are
pick it's way to Bachten essential things. First of course, must not be picked too green, so only the golden-yellow, half-red, soft ripe. Then you have to be careful that you do not cut tops. For Jana and me, the end is absolutely no problem. We weaned the Snips picked and hand, which is much less expensive and faster. Then you must of course no figs drop to the ground, do not pick green, or accidentally broken off, what we do of course NEVER happens ... lalala. Now and then the farmers are fun on it and check your number if you have ripe figs overlooked. Here are Jana and I always come off well. Others have been fired so. Is to be fired at the workplace, in and of itself is not sad. You could get the highest feeling guilty about the money. That was for me always not to quit the only reason. The last Week, but just SO little figs ripe, do not feel that I really had everything. I have not missed much, but spent the days with my unemployed roommates. Always full evening of drinking, what else was possible only on the weekends, and all in all I felt good, like never before here in Australia.
Yesterday we cooked German girls meatballs, mashed potatoes and candied carrots for 15 people. That was so super fun and cool and it was delicious HAMMER. All were well fed and happy, a good basis for the tequila, which has flowed that evening. We were in a shopping center of Mildura (ridiculous) and have a gem shop, so please stay Edelstein.Laden that an exhibition had to pass at issue (laaaangweilig). But with the girls threw just super funny. Then we were playing billiards in a day and have been drinking beer at 12:00 clock.
Our parent club here in the Mildura O'Malley, actually more of a bar where Smstag always a live band plays incredibly bad that one finds great if you have enough to drink.
I've enjoyed the time and will definitely return long think of that awful nice place. Mildura. The Riviera. Hah, it's so silly to say that. If one has been here once, you can certainly understand the absolute zero. But with everything I've experienced here, with all the people ... it is simply a second home for me!
Nevertheless, I'm lookin like a small child, that now goes on. First back to Melbourne and then book the last flight to Perth! I hope I was able to save enough to enjoy the West Coast with no money worries can. But, I think it is enough. I'm totally excited. Jana flies, soon, leave me alone. This will then again something special. What Spec. I do my own thing. My own thing completely. I'm happy. Australia, gogo! I do not want to leave.
I kiss you, miss you and am looking forward to you!
your
Julchen
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