Back in the early April, when I was still in Melbourne, the weather was already quite cold even in daylight. Oftentimes, autumn wind would give my skinny bones chill. It was quite the opposite in Bundaberg, the land that belongs to the sunshine coast, Queensland. Bundaberg was always warm and sunny. I was getting quite tanned due to my job working as a cherry tomato picker. Everyday, my skin would be kissed by the sun mercilessly for at least 7 hours. It was painful at first, just like the pain on my legs, my backs, my shoulder and my neck, but they were all gone eventually. I wonder if my muscles were too numb to feel.
There were a lot of backpackers in Bundaberg. I guess the sunny weather was quite a good sell here. When I first arrived the hostel, I met quite a few French, Italians and Germans. The Europeans that I met in Bundaberg like to sing, dance, cook, bake and smoke joints. Everyday, I would hear them singing and smoking in the tomato field. Every night, they would cook something for us to try. It was fun, but it didn’t last. Most of them left the farm after two weeks of work due to the unfair pay wages. – continue reading
A Tiny Being in this MASSIVE World 