How 'bout dem apples?
Check out the size of those bins
My career as an apple picker ended almost as soon as it started. To put it bluntly like the British do, the work is shite. Out there in the hot sun, doing manual labor, standing 8 feet above the ground, wearing a basket holding pounds of apples, gee that sounds like fun. But it was a good time while it lasted. We worked on Friday, getting a good taste of what it would be like. Starting off in the cold morning, in a work group made up entirely of Thais, who kicked ass and made us look super slow. We did the average of 4 bins each, which equates after tax to about 100 dollars for the day. Check out the size of those bins, hundreds of apples in each. About a cubic meter full, which is something big in square or cubic feet.
So we worked the Friday and then had 3 days off. So what do we do? Go exploring another new part of the country, Golden Bay which rocked. Super sunny, with grassy fields on the bottom of a valley surrounded by amazing hills going out to golden, warm beaches. Not too shabby. After attempting to run 10k in the forest by the beach, I hurt my knees and got to be a gimp again, thus ending our illustrious apple picking career. A good, legitimate reason not to work and also why work now in the summer with good weather when I can work it off in Wellington at a job I enjoy with good people around.
So we’re done picking apples, and with about 30 apples from the orchard we are heading down the west coast to gold mining cities and glaciers. The travels continue, a week ahead of schedule, meaning more chilling and enjoying the country.
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