Woke up at 5, witnessed the sunrise.

Returned to sleep and woke up at 5:50, just before my alarm.

Nice.

Got ready for the day, also known as putting on the same clothes I wore yesterday, assuring myself that if anyone were to notice, I’d be applauded for my bravery rather than shamed.

We’re not in the city anymore, boys.

By 6:17, I was out the door to greenhouse 6, or as I like to call it, the mothership.

Imagine four greenhouses, like the one below, that are conjoined, and that’s greenhouse 6.

It’s a bit dusty/hazy when you walk in; eggplant leaves release a weird pollen into the air.

After picking two rows of eggplant, which involves searching through the plants to find eggplants that are a minimum of 7 inches long and cutting them as close to the stem as possible, I was joined by four other backpackers to finish the remaining 12ish rows.

Let’s introduce the current backpacking crew, which constantly changes as backpackers come and go.

Yana and Max are a couple from Germany.

Chris is a stereotypical French guy (having not met very many French guys, I am in no way qualified to make that judgment yet I feel in my soul like it’s accurate).

And Paco from Argentina, who looks like the stunt double for Elijah Wood and let’s not forget, works on a farm, so maybe he is just the real-life hobbit version.

Around 10 am, we ran out of crates for the eggplant. Loaded the eggplant into the ute (e.g., truck) and headed to the packing shed to help sort to get more crates.

Three of us packed eggplant and capsicums (bell peppers) until 11:45 while the remainder finished picking eggplant.

I then made lunch for the farmer and his partner. I have been dubbed the burrito master, so consider this my origin story for burrito supremacy, and then worked on editing footage for a Taiwan vlog.

And that’s a Monday morning, our busiest day on the farm.

Remind me, what’s an OKR again?