Pick. Pick. Pick.

Picking apples. Is there a better way to spent autumn? Probably not. I've got a job picking apples. It's in Roxburgh in the middle of the South Island. It's a tiny, tiny place that's far from everything. It's really hard work picking apples, but it's sort of peaceful at the same time. I get paid by the bin and since I'm not that fast, I don't really make very much money. It's fun group of people that I work with, mostly travellers, a few Germans, two Dutch, two Japanese, one Chinese, an Aussie, a few Kiwis and me. I worked here for two weeks. It was fun.

PHOTO: Your's truely trying to look tough and not get blown off a rockfrom the top of the Bullock Track. The orchard I've been picking atis a tiny speck below.

PHOTO: Our happy group of multi-national pickers. (I took the picture.) The mountains in the background is where the photo above this one was taken from.