Mundubbera, A quaint town on the west side of the great divide and
about four hours north of Brisbane in Queensland. This is where I have spent the
last two months picking mandarins and I must say that the whole
experience has had a hugely positive impact on me as a traveler and
as a person.
Picking
mandarins is not the hardest work in the world, but it is long
tedious work with lots of alone time. This alone time is not so
strange for the first few weeks as most of your concentration is
taken up by just doing the job right and picking the right fruit when
picking to size and color. Once you get into your rhythm and picking
requires less concentration, your mind really starts to wander. So I
did a lot of self-reflection and a lot of thinkning about future
travels, friends, family... the list is endless, but all worthy of
these long periods of reflection. Reflection a lot of us dont
normally have the time for.
So I
was able to really think about myself and a lot of thinking about
mastering myself and achieving happiness and I believe this set me on
the right track to achieving this, but this is only the mental
voyage. There is still the entire story of the physical experience to
tell.
The Hard Times
The Hard Times
I
first arrived in Mundubbera brimming with confidence, and full of
hope that it would be a great place to find a job quick and easy,
that payed well and would get me my visa extension. This eventually
happened, which I am lucky and eternally grateful for, but only after
a very tough three weeks of adversity in the job market.
Mundubbera
is primarily a fruit picking town and most of those fruit jobs are in
mandarins, oranges, lemons, and grapefruit. Other than that there is
a fair bit of beef industry and a mill in town. Up until the last few
years the town has relied heavily upon seasonal backpackers for the
fruit picking jobs. Droves of French, Japanese, Korean, German,
Dutch, Belgian, and Taiwanese backpacker usually fill up the caravan
parks and free camping spots around town.
I am
not sure of the precise reason why it was different this year, but
this season saw very few jobs for the working holiday nomads. Reports
I heard or investigated over my time in town was it was partly due to
a bad season, bad flooding, frost, and farmers scaling back the
number of varieties led to not a heck of a lot of fruit, and short
seasons. As well one will notice the flood of Tongan nationals that
are in town, this is due to a program set up with the Australian and
Tongan governments, and local contractors to allow Tongans to come
and pick fruit. So now a large portion of the contractors use the
Tongans to fulfill their picking needs.
All of
this led to a to a relatively empty caravan park and Mundubbera
perpetually would chew backpackers up and spit them out back toward
Gayndah and Bundaberg. I felt this big time while I was there,
looking for jobs ever day, driving around to farms, and always the
same answers, no work. So it was tough sitting in the caravan park
for three weeks without work while other would come back after a hard
days work with beer in hand.
But
all my luck did change and persistence prevailed.
Orange
Gold
One
day the skies did clear and one farm, Trotts Orchard, started to
hire. Trotts is a family owned and run farm and is renowned in the
town, all the locals know the farm and family. The farm is also one
of the largest citrus producers in Queensland which meant lots of
work and fair bin prices.
We
picked 5 different varieties of mandarins(Imperials were my favorite,
so tasty) and we were paid per bin. It takes 21 bags in the kangaroo
pouch style bag to fill a bin and generally we could do 2-4 bins a
day depending on variety. Mandarins were great to pick because the
trees are relatively human scale, not to big and your not bending
over to pick anything. The weather was the toughest aspect for sure,
minus temperatures over night and then 25 Celsius by 11am means that
my Canadian thermostat never really got used to the weather.
I had
worked and lived on the farm for about two months in a house with a
German named Stephan. It was a great set up for us and sometimes only
a short walk to work. Despite being extremely bored and land locked
still managed to meet some great friends and see some of the
surrounding landscape and a few national parks(Auburn River and Mt.
Walsh).
Picking was tough at times, and at times it was boring and hard to be away from the city and bike polo but overall it was a great experience to live outside my typical comfort zone. I will most definitely cherish these memories for a long time.
Picking was tough at times, and at times it was boring and hard to be away from the city and bike polo but overall it was a great experience to live outside my typical comfort zone. I will most definitely cherish these memories for a long time.
~W