I have a .22 in my room. Kitten is cute and full of fleas.Day 1: Starting at 7 we went to move cattle. I felt mostly useless, but I think the little bits that I helped made it a lot more efficient (not thanks to my obvious genius, it was just the situation). Estela was on the horse, I was in the ute. She just called her “chicas” at the start “Venga! Venga! Venga!” and 61 out of 84 eventually turned up and went in the place they were supposed to. Then we looked around for the others. If they had wanted to continue hiding, they easily could have done. Lucky she has obedient cattle. We then checked some fences. The electric fences were solar powered. I remember at home that if anything touched the electric fences, like branches or tall grass, it was a problem. During study, the physics behind this was learnt. After “checking” about a kilometre of fence through the bush, we got to a bit where the “wire” (which was actually that very thing wire/plastic combination that is used for temporary fencing) was broken and Estela wouldn't touch it because she thought it might still be live. I know this seems like I'm taking the piss out of someone for not knowing about how electricity works, but really I just thought she would know from experience that it wouldn't be live at that point. Day was done by 11.30am then made lunch, siesta, reading etc. (during mad storms) dinner then bed. Day 2: Didn't need to be up so early but was anyway. Went to town to shop and tried to get a sim working for me but apparently I should have registered my device upon entry for a prepaid local sim to work. Who even does that? But because I didn't know that I bought the sim anyway. Waste of money. Then lunch, then siesta, then the vet came so we rounded up some sheep and cattle. The vet did something with the e-tags of the cattle. We inoculated the sheep and drenched them, using inferior systems. The way we drenched at home was with a backpack full of drench with a tube coming out the bottom so one person could do the job alone reasonable easily. Here we put the drench gun into the bottle of drench, sucked up say 100mL, then it came out in 5mL doses so it was squirted four times in the mouth of each sheep. It had to be reloaded every two sheep. Ridiculously time consuming. The inoculation was similar, but only needed to be reloaded every eight sheep and as the capacity of the race was about 15 sheep, this wasn't so annoying. The yards were well designed. A curved race gets the sheep to run better, but drafting them at the end was somewhat exciting, especially using a heavy comma metal gate. We didn't finish until about 8pm and it was dark. Weirdly I'm fine with being hungry when doing farm work. Pavlov's dogs and all that. Another thing like that, when I was growing up, dad would always listen to 80s and 90s music and now, here, on the farm, they listen to exactly the same music. I'm beginning to think that maybe farmers will always listen to that music. Maybe they always have since the Agricultural Revolution! Day 3: Started work at 7.30am and until 11.30am, all we did was move cattle about 10km down the road. All I needed to do was drive the ute in front. Estela's dad was with me. He old. He would keep telling me to stop so he could put up string and close gates on the side of the road so the cattle wouldn't go in there, but the cattle just caught up with us and Estela would yell at him and he'd slowly walk back to the ute, then we'd get to the next one and he'd do the same thing. At one point I asked if it was really a good idea and he was totally sure it was. The same thing just happened. The cattle didn't even want to go in the other paddocks. Poor old fella. This afternoon I put the kitchen in order. They live like they've just moved out of home and don't know that finding things easily generally requires them being put back somewhere vaguely sensible. There should be a place for everything and everything in it's place. Sanj taught me that. The food is pretty average. I've done all the cooking so far. So you could blame me. Ingredients are not amazing though. Frozen hamburgers? No herbs or spices? Come on. Plenty of fruit which is great. I would like beans though. The last workaway had so many beans and lentils, and I recently learnt that beans are key to having a long life. People in the blue zones all eat beans. Rewind: I can't remember where I left off last time. Shit, gotta check the chicken. It's ok. I'm so hungry. Anyway, I was in Buenos Aires for a few days with Mariana with whom I've been Couchsurfing while I was there. We went to her cousin's place for NYE which was fun. Great asado, great wine, great scotch, great company. We had a good few days there, didn't do anything crazy which was nice. Then I got the boat across to Uruguay, didn't register my device at customs, got a bus up to Cardona, then was picked up by Estela there. Day 8: Holy wow, where have the days gone? I checked my phone the other day wondering if it was Thursday or Friday and it was Saturday. Crazy. Thing that have happened in the past five days include normal farm stuff, me getting incredibly frustrated with the volume (amount and power level) of speech coming from my Workaway and the lack of logic in most of what she does. “Bring me another thing like that from the shed” pointing to a plastic drum. I look in the shed, there are no plastic drums there. I say “Like that?” and point to the drum and make a drum shape in front of me with my hands. She says yes, I say there isn't one there. She looks at me like I'm stupid then walks into the shed and comes back with a bag of wheat. Dafuq? Anyway, Estela and her dad have gone to the beach for the week. They left yesterday (Sunday). The day before we went to town for supplies for me for the week. I bought a bunch of stuff, probably just enough, didn't want her spending heaps of money (money is tight, but it's fine). By the time they left on Sunday, they'd eaten most of the bananas I got, and they took with them most of the oats and a 5kg tub of honey. That doesn't make any sense. So I'm here by myself looking after the plants and animals which takes about 15 minutes in the morning and 30 minutes in the afternoon. It's so hot. So far I've finished one book, watched the remaining movies on my laptop (Southpaw is a terrible movie). I think I'm going to try the gun. Fast ForwardI'm in Montevideo.
I tried the gun, it worked, it was fun. The lamb died. The water ran out. I got really bored. I read another book. I eventually looked up the visa requirements for Brazil, thinking that it would be similar to Argentina in that I would need to pay money and print a thing out, but as it happens I needed to visit the consulate (according to the website). So I fully changed my plans, left the next day to come to Montevideo to do the visa thing. Visa requirements include a ticket in to and out of Brazil, which is stupid by the way because there are so many people who don't plan that far in advance. I was going to book a bus in and out, but I couldn't use my bank card because it wasn't a local on, instead I had to pay a third party but that didn't work either so I ended up booking a flight with a rubbish cancellation policy so I'll end up losing at least $150 on top of the $65 that the visa costs. Also the lady at the consulate said it takes a few minutes to do but regulation requires a five day wait starting the following day. This was on Wednesday and I have a flight next Wednesday from Porto Alegre which is already in Brazil which I won't be able to make if my visa arrives on Wednesday. Also, considering all this rigidity, it becomes even more ridiculous because only people from the US, Canada, Australia and very few other places require visas like this from Brazil. To add to that, nobody needs a visa like this for the second half of this year because of the Olympics. So they really don't give a shit, they are just getting at certain countries because those countries have strict visa policies for them. I understand that, but I don't agree with it. What I would do is say Australians can come without stupid visa requirements for 90 days, then in two years, see if Australia has changed it's policy for people from Brazil and if they haven't, say it costs something stupid like $5000 to get in, or just ban Australians completely. Because why do we have such strict requirements? And maybe the worst thing is that apparently at Iguazu Falls you can get your visa processed in only one day. It's on the border and the website specifically says you can't just turn up and get a visa, but apparently you can. So stupid. So now I'm just waiting in Montevideo for the visa people to do something super easy which will save me hundreds of dollars and much time on a bus.
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