Travels around the world - more fruit picking

As we were traveling down the coast we were picking up work wherever we could so we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere at a place called Gumlu for more fruit picking.

To give you some idea of how remote we were, there was a campsite, several farms, a road, a railway track running next to it and a shop.  This was the shop that sold everything, the back room of the shop was the pub and there was a petrol pump outside the front of the shop. The 3 of us managed to get ourselves a caravan on the campsite and had a few days of work lined up, it wasn't the ideal situation as there were only 2 beds in the caravan so every third night we got the single bed but had to share on the other 2 night .  On the first day we were working with the farmers son picking Capsicums (bell peppers).  He was a really good laugh but still managed to work us really hard. When we were not looking he did like to get rid of the rotten fruit by chucking it at the nearest backpacker and this idea stuck with us for a while.

While Kev was storming off down the field one day Ian picked up a pretty rotten example and nodded towards Kev.  I looked up and was sure that he'd miss by a mile but he launched it into the air, sure enough the fruit looked to be going too far but just at the right moment Kev decided to stand up and "Splat", a rotten Capsicum hit him square on the neck.  Ian was in bits and I had tears running down my face.

Australia is a bit of an odd place when it comes to days off, we turned up to work one day only to be told we were finishing at lunchtime as it was Gold Cup day.  Aussies don't like to work on the day of the Melbourne gold cup and prefer to spend the afternoon in the pub watching a horse race.

We had the afternoon in the swimming pool with a few beers, it really helped soothe the muscles that we had been working with the hard work we had endured over the previous few weeks. 

It was soon time to move on and we found we had to explain to the booking office of the coach company exactly where we were.  They recommended we stood at the side of the road and flagged the bus down as we saw it approaching as nobody ever goes to Gumlu. After spending a week there I can see why.