If you would have told me 5 years ago that some day I’d be working in a kiwifruit orchard, there could be two possible outcomes:
I’d slap you and say, “You don’t curse me can or not?
I’d laugh so hard that I die from laughter.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is my workplace. Period.
Here's a zoomed in photo of my workplace - the orchard
Not detailed enough? Here's a picture of the bay.
the golden kiwis. The expensive ones.
First day of work, Louis seemed really troubled.
I also made breakfast.
Occasionally at work, I find interesting "wildlife".
Many times, they are very much alive. They make my hair stand.
They sound like aliens
Lunch time is always at 12.30p.m.
We also have 2 breaks - 10a.m. and 3p.m.. They called it "Smoko".
My first task was pruning.
We trim or cut the overgrown kiwi vines.
After pruning - look at the vines on the ground that we cut off.
Before - After
Luckily we only did this for a week.
short people receive a long cutter and ladder. I prefer the latter.
Louis' eczema started acting up due to kiwifruit thin hairs.
We started doing stretching in the morning and at night.
I also made new friends from India, Mexico, Japan, UK, France, and Germany.
Then it was time for thinning.
Thinning basically means to pick out the rejects.
I get a fruit size sample to pick off any other fruits smaller than the size that I have.
I finally came face to face with the noisiest bug in the orchard.
Louis was too tall for the job.
Sometimes, there are so many rejected fruits on the ground you wonder if you're doing it right.
Even on breaks, you look at the hanging rejects wondering if you should take them down or not.
People lie down on the grass all the time. it was actually freezing.
we love breaks and lunch time more and more.
After eczema and rashes breakout, Louis started dressing up like a Mexican.
When we're lucky, we get orchards with flushable toilets, sink and all:
I am most reluctant to go to mobile loos.
green kiwis. The cheaper kind. And very hairy. Almost scary. This is so rhymy. Me likey.
There are also tough kiwi-Hercules out there. The ones that I can never take out unless I slice them. Such unwavering determination.
the view that ushered us on our way home.
That’s a summary of my job as a kiwifruit orchard worker. Let me know in the comments if you’d love to see more contents as simple as this one! 🙂 I’ll be posting more about my jobs in the future – if that changes.