It’s been over three weeks since we stopped to work on the apple farm. After 5 months of cycling and living in a tent we are still amazed to find hot water running from the taps and just last week we discovered … The oven.
I still find myself trying not to roll over too much in the BED so I don’t touch the sides of the tent. That’s stupid zarah, sure you aren’t in any tent now.
The work is really lovely. We are basically picking apples and plums of various delicious …Ahum… (Merv stop eating all the stock) varieties. It has been mostly estar apples for a while and man are they good when fresh off the tree.
The Boss has over 20 hectares of land all with springs running under ground. The trees have water all year round and so they are some of the best produce in Europe. (Ya, we work here)
We are staying in a private room in a shared house. I’ve drawn a line of chalk along the floor so mervs mess doesn’t Merv with my mess. It’s so handy as we know where each other is. And then there are our neighbours in the house. There are 7, 6 polish and 1 really nice student from Ukraine. The Polish are slowly learning not to be so hostile towards us. We’ve had to stand our ground a few times and now we’ve managed to squeeze a good morning and hello out of them.
The orchards are not near the warehouse so we must drive the tractors there each day. I’ve been appointed to drive one and I think it grinds the bones of all the older men working because they hate to see a woman with this responsibility. What if she can’t decide to break or go? Anyway I just do it and it’s all grand and dandy and they are slowly learning that smiling is good and laughing is allowed in life.
It’s funny as there are two lovely Romanians who we are always paired with and the husband always makes fun of them saying aaaaaah specialist! As if to say look dude we are picking apples, chill out. In fairness though they have been doing it for 10+ years and have a little more speed than us (not the drug). After about 4 days you become a pro and once your first week passes you receive a professional Apple Pickers diploma. Then after your first year this is retracted, stamped and you are then none other than a renowned Lucky Luke picker. You can pick faster than your shadow. I’m not joking about these diplomas at all. If you sense sarcasm then you should get your radar checked. (Wink)
So we’ve been working 3 weeks and we are in dept as Merv ate his way through 3 crates of apples and 100 litres of juice. He sleeps in a crate now and I have to make sure I spray him twice a year with organic pesticides so he does t get eaten by the birds. Here in the picture he is choking down on a lady bird. Bless….
Merv here: as you can tell zarah has no sense of humour at all. We have to work half day Saturday until 1 o clock. That’s fine with us because these extra hours we didn’t expect to have will pay for some cool gear for our bikes. We’re looking into getting a hub Dynamo which will allow us to charge even when there’s no sun. We are in the perfect country for it as the Germans are mad for hub dynamos. We are also considering getting a gps system as we have been able to speak the language of the country’s we’ve passed through but next we will be getting lost and not able to ask directions.but it would be so handy when passing through big cities as they take up quarter of our day.
Any extra hours in the evening get added up and it pays for our gluten free pizza in Köln every Saturday after we finish work. It’s a 20 k cycle in to there so it’s well worked for.