Raise your cup, say cheers to the moon, look down on the ground, the shadow is also drinking with me. I'm not a lonely drinker.
Nothing special, just let you know what I'm doing.After two weeks in wwoofing, I'm back in Bundaberg. Living in a working hostel again. I uploaded the photos of wwoofing. Here it is:(I'll write another blog for these photos. Maybe after I come home.)Today I went tiny-tiny-tiny-tomato picking. What the hell. For six hours, I made 8 buckets (with some help from supervisors). One bucket is 4 dollars. Faint. You see, roughly for one day, I should pay 20 for accommodation and 7 for food. So 32 dollars per a day is far from enough.Hmm...
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