Bonnie&Clyde

I'm writing this one on the road and taking my chances because there's a 50/50 chance that it's going to give me car sickness, and I'll puke in yoshis beloved x-trail but I like living dangerously . Blueberry picking had its up and downs, like any job. It was fun in the way we worked with the funniest two Japanese men by the names of Ken and Now. They were nothing but happy and a pleasure to pick with, we tried to go out for a beer with them on our last day but Ken had a cold and he said he needed to go to hungry jacks (Australian Burger King) and get a box and go to bed. Of course how can you have a bad day really when you get an endless supply of blueberries to munch on? The downs came in people form, one by the name of Phil. Trying to pick beside somebody who makes comments about how he hates refugees because they take jobs meant for Australians for less pay and basically if your not 100% Australian bred you do not belong in his country, was extremely difficult for ...