There's a reason that we invented machines and moved to
the cities. Life on the farm is hard, even if it's geared towards WWOOFers and
probably has less to do with serfdom of the 13th century. Still, we've survived
a week, here's what we've been up to:
We arrived last Wednesday
in the afternoon, on our lovely Argentinian bus (see previous post) and took a
cab over from the bus terminal. When we arrived the hosts were still in town,
but we were greeted by the other WWOOFers who came to say hello. There were:
-Lilly and Jenny - two cousins from Ohio
who were WWOOFing through Argentina
-Darcy - an Australian dude from Melbourne who had just
started his trip
-Andy - a guy from Philly
All of them had already been on the farm for 3-4 weeks.
On first impression was that we had arrived in heaven. The weather was a lovely
70, and there was a breeze blowing across the pampas plane.
However, as we got to learn more of the details we
realized we were in for a tough time.
Tangent: My only other WWOOF experience was in 2005. Ask
me about it sometime, it was one of the best experiences in my life. I was in
Bordeaux, France on a vineyard. We had four delicious French meals a day. We
worked hard from 6am to 1pm, but with the beautiful weather, the homemade food
and the wine, I had a great time.
First, our accommodations are in a WWOOF cabin.
It’s a small brick house with a kitchen, one bedroom and bathroom. At the peak
there were 6 of us living in it, which meant there were three people in the
bedroom, two people on two twin mattresses and one person in a kid's tent (Andy
took a turn the first night - G-d bless him). The place has a "summer
camp" feel to it - which to me means more bugs and it’s dirtier than I'm
used to. Though the girls had recently scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom, there
were already lines of ants marching around the walls and some making their way
to our food.
Ah, the food. If you recall, I was expecting French
cuisine. Needless to say I was disappointed. The family provides lunch, we were
told. Lunch was usually rice with veggies, or a pizza, or on the weekend when
the restaurant is open, empanadas. As far as breakfast, they provided crackers,
and for dinner we are stocked with pasta, rice or lentils. For everything else
we’re on our own. The other volunteers had bought eggs, some fruit and some
other snacks. Oh, and we were also able to pick some peppers or other veggies
from the small garden (which was pretty much limited to peppers or unripe
tomatoes).
Finally, we learned about the work schedule. Over email,
we had been told that it would be 4hrs and that often there wasn't a whole lot
to do.
Tangent: We also had been told we'd need to pay $100 USD
for each person, to help offset the cost of food that they were providing. When
I had gone back to look at the WWOOF site for a description of the farm, I saw
that they had been kicked out of WWOOF back in January. At first I was really
worried, because I wasn’t sure what constituted a bad enough offense that WWOOF
would kick out a farm, so I emailed the head of WWOOF Argentina. She replied
back saying that they had kicked out the farm for requiring monetary donations
from WWOOFers. For those not familiar, the WWOOF arrangement is simple: you
work, and the host feeds and houses you. Unfortunately it seems like many
people are exploiting this arrangement and trying to make money.
However, the work schedule wasn’t 4hrs, it was instead
6hrs. Typically the WWOOFers were working 7-10am and then 4-7pm, but it was
flexibile so you could work earlier or later if you wanted, as long as you
added up to 6hrs.
So far I was very apprehensive – decent accomodations,
alright food and more work than I expected.
Soon the family arrived, and we met Sergio, the father,
Judith, the mother and their two little kids, Facu and Laura. The family was
very friendly and their two kids were adorable, so we decided to stick it out a
day.
That afternoon we were put to work, I went off to help
Andrew with cutting and trimming bamboo, and Bev helped the two girls working on
the mud wall for one of the restaurant buildings.
That night we made a pasta dinner with some veggies and
had some wine. The other WWOOFers were great company, so we had a fun evening
eating and talking about our travels.
-I worked on weeding the vegetable garden
-Bev worked on the mud wall – which involves mixing mud, grass and wood chips
with water and then smearing them on a wall, layer by layer to build a
traditional wall. Surprisingly these walls are great insulators, keeping cold in
the summer and warm in the winters.
-I gathered firewood.
Tangent: While I was gathering firewood a man arrived on a
bike and with Sergio went into the sheep pen. They spent some time chasing the
sheep and eventually he caught one, and carried it over to the chicken coop. I
assumed he must be a veterinarian because one of the sheep had been sick. When
I came back a bit later to get more firewood the sheep was hanging vertically
and he was already skinning it, so much for veterinarian. Later that night
Lilly, Jenny, Darcy, Bev and I went to the restaurant at the farm, something
they had been meaning to do for a while. It was a lot of food. It was a
price-fixe $69 (~$17USD) which included bread, salad, three types of empanadas,
followed by three types of meat from their brick oven, and dessert. Since we
were feeling classy, we also got champagne.
-I cut down these large, prickly bushes that apparently had
invaded the pampas from Scotland. With a machete in hand I hacked down the
bushes and then raked them into a pile.
-I had a fever Sunday night, so I stayed in bed
all morning while Bev continued to weed the garden.
-We did nothing, because there was a torrential downpour on Monday night,
with really intense winds. When we woke up everything was soaked, and half of
the property was large puddles, so we got the day off because nothing could be
done outside.
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2012.2 WWOOF |
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