If you ever find yourself in this situation and need to explain where and how your items came to be, allow me to introduce myself, I am one of the goblins that packs your coffee. You can call me Globule; I also respond to my human name, Meg. I work out of the Kua shed in Maroubra alongside Hamish, our trusty Kua Operations Manager (I’m unsure of his goblin name). It’s a picturesque location, and on the morning of writing this letter, I saw a pod of whales. I think that is a very good omen.
Before I get to packin’, the coffee is lovingly roasted by Hamish at Neoma Roastery in Banksmeadow. Before Hamish gets to roastin’, the coffee is carefully grown by farmers along the slopes of Mount Elgon, Uganda. It’s bought at Bukhanakwa Ridge buying station by a cooperative called Zukuka Bora. It’s processed in Muyanda, bagged in Mbale, transported by truck from Mbale to Kampala, moved into shipping containers in Kampala, back onto a bigger truck and whizzed to the Port of Mombasa, Kenya. Onto a ship it goes and six to eight weeks later, arrives at the Port of Melbourne. Finally, it’s whacked onto pallets and into a truck, making the final journey to Sydney.
So, in case your great-great grandparent pays you a visit, or there’s a climate crisis or you’re concerned your purchases aren’t ethical. Demand to know where your products come from, you never know what’s lurking underneath.
Lots of love,
From the goblin that packs your coffee (Meg)