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The blueberry season was coming to an end and we needed to find a new job quickly. A vineyard contractor whom we have gotten in touch with offered him a one week assignment to assemble furniture for her client before the start of the grape picking season. As the furniture job only require males, we decided he would head down south first to secure our next job in the vineyard while I continue to work till there's no more work or when the grape picking season starts, whichever is earlier.

I never got to 'continue to work till there's no more work' because of the rain. After he left, it rained for the next two days. One morning, I was about to go up to borrow an iron to dry my clothes when Jacklyn knocked on my caravan door looking serious. "Do you know what just happened?" I shook my head, feeling both puzzled and curious. "We've all been fired!"

I think the "dismissal" happened when I was having breakfast in the kitchen. I overheard other pickers talking to the boss in the shed about wages. The full story shall not be mentioned here. I could sense the tense atmosphere outside so I hid in the kitchen and retreated to my caravan after they were gone lol. Shortly after that, Jacklyn came knocking on my door. I was told that the boss exact words were "I don't want to see all of you after I come back!" I believe he said that in a fit of anger but unfortunately they were upsetting enough to make everyone leave immediately. I was welcome to stay if I want to but if it continues to rain I'll be stuck here with no work and no one will bring me to town. Everyone else had decided to leave and were busy packing. I had to make a decision fast. I lugged my bags to the main road and joined Jacklyn as we waited for our saviour to pick us up.

Remember the Maori family who invited us to their house for hangi? They were so kind to take us in for two nights. We crashed in their spare room and slept on several mattresses stacked up high like Princess and the Pea. It was way more comfortable than sleeping on a dirty couch with no pillow in the cold caravan! They fed us and made sure we felt at home. I love the cultural exchanges we had with them and their sense of humour always crack me up. Though my time with them was short, it was hard to say goodbye to such a lovely family.

I was "fired" and I ended up "couchsurfing". Dramatic ending to my first job in New Zealand.  

Rotorua, the nearest town from where we lived is about 20 mins drive away. It is known for its geothermal activity and Maori culture but we weren't keen on the expensive commercialized tours to thermal reserves or Maori villages. It was difficult for us to even get out of the countryside not to mention visit the sights which were scattered around town. Thanks to fellow pickers and friends, we were able to visit the following free places in Rotorua:


1. Lake Rotorua
A Maori chief named this lake Rotorua (roto means lake and rua means two) as it was the second lake he discovered. Go fishing, linger with the gulls or people watch.


2. Kuirau Park
Start your Saturday morning at Kuriau Park's farmers market followed by a free thermal experience after stocking up on fresh produce. It was damn shiok soaking my tired feet in the hot water man. 

This scene reminds me of the children's game in the popular Korean reality show 'Dad, Where Are We Going?' which I have been watching in NZ...

 

무궁화꽃이 피었습니다!
木槿花开!

What is life like living on a farm? It's interesting during the first few days but not so fun anymore after spending a month in Mamaku. Behind the lovely scenes of sheep grazing on green pastures were plenty of inconveniences and uncomfortable cold nights. Nonetheless, it was a good experience learning to make do with the simple and crude facilities in the countryside.

Meet the family cat, Blackie, supervising the sheep. Besides growing blueberries, our employers own a big sheep farm too.


Our accommodation on site is in one of these old caravans with no insulation. It was so cold at night we had to plug in an electric heater to stay warm in summer! The rent is $5pp per night including the use of shabby facilities in the shed located about 50m away. This means running with a torch along this stretch of the road to visit the bathroom at night...



This primitive washing machine has no spinning function. To squeeze out the water from our clothes, we have to manually feed every piece of clothing through two rollers like making mee hoon kway. Not much water gets squeezed out and anything with zips or buttons would get stuck. If you're not careful, your fingers might turn into handmade noodles. Dangerous and useless!


Give up la, use hands faster!


No place to hang laundry so we hooked our line in between caravans. Most would end up on the ground because there wasn’t any pegs around. At least I had something to hang our wet clothes...

 
This was the first night we cooked in the shed. It was past 8pm and we were still stabbing our frozen mince beef. We had no idea the microwave could defrost meat. How embarrassing! T_T


Sharing my tasteless rice noodle soup (I forgot to add seasonings lol) with other pickers


Our cooking journey begins...


A rice cooker appeared in the shed!?

The best blueberries are picked by hand. The not so good ones are harvested by machine and usually made into juice or jam. While the machine is able to pick more and at a faster speed than humans, it loses lots of blueberries in the process. To minimise wastage, nets are first laid on the ground under the trees to collect any berries that fall off when the machine moves through the trees.