Day 45: Poison and pipes.

This afternoon we got to break into the pool again. It was just too nice. We got there just after three, and at four we heard the chain on the gate being rattled. Yeah, they open at 4. The lifeguard didn't say anything as he opened up the pool. I think they knew we were Ezuz people.

The family has been having trouble with unruly plants. I posted a blog or two ago about it with some pictures. So after we left the pool we stopped at two farms so that the family could see what these people do. I think I told you some time ago that the Arazunis are growing into being farmers.
So the first farmer has nothing to show and suggests the second farmer, who had plants a'growin. To get to them you have to walk into the secret door. I love that the Thai people who work here have to use latex gloves because of the poison. We eat this shit!

But look, the poison sure helps the plants grow. These are tomato plants. They have a string going up to a cable, and the plants are compelled to go there.

Here are some baby ones. It really is amazing to see a greenhouse this big in action, even if I wouldn't eat any of the tomatoes.

The plants definitely did what the farmer wanted them to. They grew up the string. He then took us to a second greenhouse that was even bigger than the first. The plants were bigger, too.

It was pretty funny that at the end the guy asked if he could buy some of the family's produce because he wouldn't eat his own stuff.

This was the last rock to leave--for
today, anyway. It was a monster!

 Then it was back to clearing the field, which, with the help of Shachar, happened today. I'm not sure why Avi is pushing us so hard to get this done. I'm telling myself it is because I'll be gone soon and he won't have the labor because this makes me feel good. But I don't want to be pushed into exhaustion, so I may have to say slow down. Even tomorrow, when we usually just cut fruit, we are going to keep working on the fields.

While we were working a platoon sized group of soldiers marched by. I can feel their pain of hiking through the desert, but their packs were much bigger than mine was last week. I remember marching with a full rucksack, LBE, weapon, ammo, canteen with water, and other shit we had to carry. I hated it then, but I miss it now. Is that weird?

And remember that elusive pipe from a few days ago? It is still elusive!