88 days diaries: Cheating

You never know what actually happens to your food. It happens everywhere; lying and cheating and messing around. A cherry farm is no different. The cherry season has ended, but the cheating continues. The cherries all go through a quality check, but if it didn’t pass, there was always a solution or the quality checker…

88 days diaries: When the end is near

The end of my 88 days was quickly approaching. I didn’t want to stay much longer, but how do you talk about this with a stubborn, unpredictable farmer? When the others said they wanted to leave in a week, they were sent away straight away. I wanted to do the decent thing and let him…

88 days diaries: Loooong days

I made 14,5 work hours in one day. Everyone had the morning off, but not me. My day started at 8AM, which is late compared to my recent 5.30AM starts. However, at 7.30AM the farmer was already knocking on my door. There were some second grade cherries that needed grading. When the others arrive at…

88 days diaries: The cherry carrousel

The cherry season is starting. I am not alone anymore. Two Taiwanese girls and an American boy have joined me in the house. It is so much fun to have people around, even though we all have to wait to use the shower now. It is refreshing to have people whom you can share your…

88 days diaries: Shock and tears

During my travels I’ve met lots of different people. I’ve come across some situations where I felt like I was being pushed around. Somehow people think they can treat you like shit because you are a traveller. I find it hard to deal with this, but sometimes you’ve got to stand up and find out…

88 days diaries: Back to the waterworks

The cherry season was fast approaching, but there was one important thing to finish out in the fields: irrigation. This time I worked with a French backpacker called Ivan. Every day we got a quad bike and a repair kit and were send to work on different areas in the cherry fields. We worked as…

88 days diaries: You take the baby

Whenever my boss didn’t want to have anything to do with me, he put me in the capable hands of the lead farm hand. I was ditched like an unwanted or incompetent child. I loved being ditched. The farm hand was a relaxed, kind and patient man, although I’ve no doubt he had lots on…