Author Archives: Katja

When we only were three wwoofers, we couldn’t really get a day off. It would have been too tough to do everything with just two people. So instead, Diane decided to give us a treat. She had us start working earlier, and when we were done with lunch we all packed ourselves inte Dianes bigContinue reading “Chapter 89: The car tour of Vancouver”

After I leave Time Out Farms (in less than two weeks time now), I plan on going to Vancouver for a couple of days, before heading to Vancouver Island with Frida. And, you know, this trips seems to be all about sharing and international cooperation anyway, what with all the wwoofing, so I thought IContinue reading “Chapter 88: To find a couch to surf on”

Mr. P is being taught by the master chillaxers Harley and Alex. He has turned out to have quite a natural ability for it.

It rains quite a lot here. Sometimes for days on end. But I’m willing to say that it doesn’t bother me. You see, the rain makes everything so green and the ocean makes the weather quite mild. That makes it possible for a lot of vegetation to thrive. The moss, for example. All the green,Continue reading “Chapter 87: A study of moss”

Some people are addicted to coke. Some can’t live without ketchup. Some get really cranky if they don’t get coffee. Well, my thing is carrots. At home, I always had a couple of carrots in my lunch bag. My standard lunch at university was: lentil soup, an apple and two carrots. But as with manyContinue reading “Chapter 86: Mini carrots”

Saturday: Today, I got to tag along with Jay, Doug and Danielle to the park. At first, Doug was supposed to go by himself with Lily, the beautiful palomino horse that he’s just bought from Jay (I got to ride her once, and I can promise you, she doesn’t only look heavenly). But then JayContinue reading “Chapter 85: On the forest trail”

Thursday: This morning there was a car accident involving a pole holding the electricity cable. Therefore, we didn’t have any power all day. With no electricity, the water pump to the well doesn’t work. So, no water either. It was a warm, almost sticky day, so I barely had time to eat lunch before IContinue reading “Chapter 84: A day without electricity”

Tully managed to escape from his paddock today. Tully is one of the horses that I’ve been helping Jay with, he’s a light brown little pony with this long, black mane and he’s the most beautiful little thing. But underneath that cute surface, he is vicious. I don’t think that I exaggerate when I sayContinue reading “Chapter 83: The poniest pony”

The Germans have left now. Since Easter Saturday, we’re only three wwoofers here at Time Out Farms, me and the Spanish couple. It was nice with all those people, always something happening, a lot of noise and the work was always done very quickly – but now I’m really enjoying the quiet too. Jaime andContinue reading “Chapter 82: The third week report”

On Easter Sunday, we had turkey dinner. Because apparently, turkey is the Canadian equivalent of the Swedish pickled herring – maybe you change the other dishes a bit, but the thing that is always on the holiday dinner table, Thanksgiving or Easter (Christmas or Midsummer), is turkey (pickled herring). And Diane had made the tableContinue reading “Chapter 81: Easter in Canada”