More Time in Busso

Trip Start Dec 03, 2004
Trip End Nov 31, 2005

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Sunday, March 6, 2005

So after a few weeks of grape picking and cleaning super market floors I thought I was coming to the end of my time in Busselton when Sam, the owner of the hostel, said he'd found a job for me for a month, packing table grapes (as opposed to wine grapes) into boxes, for $15.00 an hour, 40 hours a week. I waffled for about five minutes (could I put up with Busso for another month?) before deciding there were worse places to spend a month and agreeing to take the job, which starts on Wednesday.

Now that I've finally started earning some money I've been up to a bit more excitement here: this weekend went to two concerts, both with independent Western Australian artists; on Friday night we went to see Sarah Blasko play in Dunsborough, a good enough evening although some of the guys got a little overly drunk, to the point of announcing in the morning that they were giving up drinking forever due to their misbehavior in the evening. On Saturday we went to see a bunch of local bands at the local bar and then headed down for a late evening dip in the ocean (I declined to join, watching from the beach). The impromptu swim is a popular pastime here; often after work we stop at a beach, everyone strips down to underwear or bathers if they've remembered them, rushes down the sand and flops into the water, straining to scrub off the last remnants of sticky grape juice, dirt, and blood (from snipping one's fingers). Last week we went to the jetty for some jumping but because it costs during the day we had to swim about half a kilometre out to a ladder to climb up, which was a long swim for me, and one which I came up from rather knackered and a little stung by the three little jellyfish which lashed me (and seemed to target no-one else!) Other time-off activities have included a couple wine tours; wine touring is one of the world's greatest inventions, as all you have to do is swallow your guilt complex in order to drink good wine entirely free in lovely boutique settings.

The grape-picking has improved since my original entry about it as we've worked at some places where the buckets are smaller and the rates are better and one day I did manage to earn about $115 in 5 hours, which is pretty good! It can get quite hot in the afternoons, and it's dirty, often back-breaking work, not to mention monotonous--at the breaks when I lean back and close my eyes for a rest an image of glowing green grape bunches dances before my eyes--but now that there are more of us out there doing it that know each other, there's chatter to keep us going through the day, taunts of "I'm definitely going to pick more buckets than you today, lazybones" and so on.

The cleaning job is now over as the contract ended so I do get a regular amount of sleep and now with the start of the packing job I'll be getting even more, so things are starting to settle in a pleasant, sunny manner.
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