Days in the Ibaraki Sun
After taking in the sights, we returned to the farm, suited up, and got to work. Ibaraki was recently flooded by a heavy rain, and so some of my host’s plots were still in pretty bad shape. We spent most of that day (Monday) unearthing tarps, clearing brush, and rehabilitating those plots. Serious work under the beating sun, and full of thorns and blisters, but nevertheless was very rewarding.
After spending the day in the thick of it, we returned to the homestead for dinner. The farmer’s wife, a Nagasaki native, had prepared Sara-Udon, fried noodles with a Japanese-y stew on top. That paired with drinks made for a very cozy end to a very busy day working the Ibaraki fields.
I went to bed with an exhausted body and a full stomach, and sighed contentedly as the crickets’ chirps echoed through the still night.
My Czech co-WWOOFer left the following morning. The farmer and I spent most of the day visiting various plots and harvesting crops. Once we had a significant amount, we returned home to bag everything for delivery to Tokyo. After work, we spent the evening in much the same manner as the previous two.
This morning, I woke up only to pack and come home to Tokyo. On the way to the station, we dropped by the Michi no Eki shopping center to buy omiyage for when I got back to Tokyo. For friends and co-workers, well, they get sweets. For me? 3 bottles of Shimotsuma’s local brewery’s beer — a Red Ale, Golden Pilsner, and White Weizen. Pretty good haul, I think.