Tuesday 22 November 2011

My last week on the farm...

OK it's official. I have less then one week left in my farming adventure. It feels really weird to be so close to being done...so close to having to leave the country and head back to city life. Honestly, I'm not sure how exactly I feel about this impending transition, (translation - I've really enjoyed not wearing makeup or giving two craps about how I dirty I look) but I guess next Saturday, November 26th I will rejoin real life. boo. Real life is overrated.



Mystic Twig could not have been a better place to finish up my farming work. Though I have worked quite hard here, it has also been full of self-reflection, exploration and the start of a deeper understanding of the world and my place in it. I know, I know...it's so hippy! Peace, Love and Understanding everyone!
















It is so funny that a place that can incite such personal transformation can also be the same place that I've had the most encounters with things that could kill me. Like legitimately destroy me...I'm not even over exaggerating.


1) Snakes - Those sneaky chicken-eating pythons...


The other night we waited a little too late before we locked up the chickens safely and the resident python (Let's call him Mr. Bitey) had already snuck into the chicken pen and set up shop about 1 foot away from a chicken.

Literally one foot away.


The chicken was practically being made into a club sandwich while it slept. Actually I don't even think it was asleep, I just think it was being stupid.




Anyways, Rico (the farmer) is actually quite scared of snakes so even though he has one of those giant poles that strangles the snake from afar, he still needed me to come into the chicken pen and hold the flashlight for him. Yeah...trapped in the chicken pen with a 4ft hungry python!


Everything was going just fine (well as fine as you can be standing in a dark chicken pen while trying to get a little noose around a python...) when all of a sudden another chicken just seemed to spontaneously realize there was a giant snake in its vicinity and blasted itself off of the roost and into my face. Literally, with a loud "BBRRRAAAACKK" it hit me in the face.


For a brief moment I completely lost visual on the snake (which is terrifying) and all I saw was...










Rico was so focused on the snake that he didn't even realize a chicken flew by him and hit me in the face...also I was too worried about losing my view of the snake that I didn't even flinch as a chicken bounced off of me.

All in all, we got the snake out of the chicken pen and ended up abandoning it by throwing the snake-catching pole (with the snake still all wrapped around it) into the middle of the grass and running away.


2) Leeches

You know, if someone were to ask me one of the perks of living on land my answer would be, hands down - no leeches.

Alas, leave it to Australia to develop some sort of supernatural land leeches.



This hippy farm is crawling with land leeches...or as I call them, Tube Vampires. You find them crawling half way up your leg and wonder how long they have been on your body. Rico once told me he had one "go internal" and they wanted to surgery it out. GO INTERNAL!? I'm going to pretend that means one crawled up his nose.

Anyways these are real vampires, they totally like suck you blood and stuff but I'd like to see over-sexed teenagers and under-sexed housewives run screaming for the Tube Vampire.

I guess the Tube Vampire probably couldn't kill me...unless there was like a million of them...gross.


3) Ticks

Yep, I found a tick in my underwear the second day I was here. Enough said.

I honestly cannot even think of a picture and a witty comment to accompany this point without crossing so many, many lines.

4) Spiders

Remember I wrote a posting about the biggest spider I had ever seen ever? Well, that was a complete crap post. There is a spider that lives in the window of my caravan right now that is the size of my face.











I thought I was getting over my fear of spiders. I mean there is SO MANY of them everywhere...and ever since Bastiaan left I'd had to become and man and stuff and get rid of my own spiders from the caravan. But the other day when Rico and I were cleaning out the shed he picked up a flat piece of wood with a m***er f***ing huge-ass spider and I actually screamed - causing him to freak out and launch the piece of wood across the lawn because he though there was a snake like clinging to the side of it or something...what a team! Also, I don't think snakes can just stick to stuff...like I've never seen a snake half way up a wall or anything...


5) Like every single plant

Ok the plants can't actually kill me, there are no giant venus fly traps capable of consuming an unsuspecting human, but everything in this tropical jungle will cause you some sort of pain.

What can't bite you, will spike you. And I'm not talking some pussy blackberry bush kinda thorns...

"Ouch! Woe is me, some little spike doth scraped my supple baby-soft hands as I gather some delicious blackberry fruit"

NOPE. This is more like...

"F&$%in F&#$! That evil shrub of death and destruction just used its inch long spikes to perhaps scar me for life! WHY? why do you produce such beautiful flowers to lure me in then rain barbed spikes into my body...Oh god there is so much blood....the blood is everywhere...oh wait, shit, that's a leech"











SO, Mystic Twig has definitely been an interesting time for me. Aside from the above-mentioned, this place has been an amazing experience. It was completely different from the chicken farm, but equally as rewarding and full of memories I will have forever.

I cannot believe my farming adventure is coming to a close. Time has absolutely flown by and though my body is pretty much at a state of disintegration, my mind has never been so awakened to the world around me and all of its possibilities.

I feel so lucky to have been the places I'd been and met the people I've met. My experiences will have a lasting affect on my life...and I have a feeling that this little adventure is really only the beginning.


Elise

Sunday 6 November 2011

So a lot has happened...

So as many of you know I left the chicken farm on October 15 and headed out to a rural cattle farm called Hill's Creek - more towards the north of NSW. I was very sad to leave Papanui - I had an amazing chicken-filled experience there, but it was time to move on.

I was lucky enough to actually hitch a ride with Bastiaan who was on his way to Bryon Bay to spend his last couple of weeks in Australia lounging on the beach and hitting on girls.  ;)  It worked out that he could drop me off right at my new farm on his way - well it was a bit of a detour, but what are friends for if not to drop you off in rural NSW and make sure you haven't landed in some kind of Deliverance scenario (apparently, Deliverance is some scary Aussie movie about backpacking-killing hicks in rural Australia).

After leaving Papanui, and realizing I would be the lone wwoofer on the new farm, you could say I had a bit of a freak out in the car as we approaching the driveway of my next farm.

Bastiaan: "So, I think the farm is coming up! Next driveway I think...excited?"
Me: "WHAT!!! ALREADY!? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO???? DROP ME OFF RIGHT NOW!!!?? YOU CAN'T DROP ME OFF NOW!!!"
Bastiaan: "ahhhh...I could drive past if you want...."
ME: "YES! YES! YES!" *hyperventilating*



And so he drove past. I just wanted to see the next town alright? I just wanted to see the nearest civilization...

...well the 'town' of Jackadgery did nothing to calm my nerves.

It's a gas station and shitty eatery.












Anyways...after learning how to breathe normally again while standing in the Mann River in the lovely, bustling town of Jackadgery, Bastiaan did drive me back to Hill's Creek Farm. Boo.


Oh, how I wish I had just decided to scrap that farm and never look back...


Turns out that Hill Creek Farm was nothing like I thought it would be. I pictured something like:

















 
Instead, Hill's Creek Farm turned out to be more like:















I could go on and on about how much of a misogynistic douche the farmer was, or that the only tone he used while explaining things to me was yelling, or that he made me work 8 hours a day...but instead I think you get the idea from the picture above and probably figure I was not having a good time of it at Hill's Creek. God the farmer was such an asshat.

OH! and I have to mention that I also conveniently left both my wallet and phone in Bastiaan's car and now I couldn't escape even if I wanted too. Just excellent! What an excellent thing for me to do! Why don't I just throw my passport into the sea for kicks!

Well, about 3 days into my stay at Hill's Creek I began to plan my escape (as I waited for my phone and wallet to arrive via snail mail)...because I honestly feared I would become so depressed at this farm of infinite unhappiness that I would be a shell of a person by the end of November.


Funny enough, Bastiaan was also not having an excellent time at Byron Bay and, to my overwhelming happiness, was quite open to suggestions.



Me: "I WILL PAY YOU TO COME GET ME OFF THIS FARM."
Bastiaan: "Hmmm, just so you know, a rental car is kinda expensive..."
Me: "I DO NOT GIVE TWO CRAPS HOW MUCH THE CAR COSTS!"
Bastiaan: "and I would have to get up at 6am to catch the bus to the car rental place..."
Me: "BAHHHHH!!!"
Bastiaan: "bahhh?"

Anyways, of course Bastiaan agree to come get me and I was so happy when he finally arrived at Hill's Creek Farm to rescue me that I literally danced up the stairs to get my stuff and burst out screaming in happiness as we drove away. (and of course he did come to get me completely out of his own free will and overwhelming desire to help out a friend in need)  :)


So, we left Hill's Creek behind and we headed for Mystic Tree Organics, just 15 minutes from Nimbin - the 'alternative lifestyle' capital of Australia...and it is exactly the hippy farm I was hoping for. I live in a caravan surrounded by jungle, wash in an outdoor shower, and learning about permaculture and how to live off the land.

Bastiaan joined me for a week and then it was time for him to head homeward, so now it is just me. We did have some pretty good times before he left though...



Like getting a python out of the kitchen.





Visiting Nimbin and taking advantage of its...well...alternative lifestyle.







And of course, turning into hippies!

So, I will be at Mystic Tree Organic until November 25th...and then I am done with my farm work!

It will be over before I know it...

Also, I've officially seen spiders the size of your head.


Elise.