Can't talk, gotta drive my fork lift!
Trip Start Oct 12, 2005
47Trip End May 04, 2006
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Bit of an adventure getting up here to rakaia ... SUPPOSED to be a 45 minute bus ride. That is if the bus driver doesn't forget to stop in Rakaia! Yeah, so the bus driver drives through Rakaia and I"m thinking "he's gonna stop, he's gonna stop" and then we hit ashburton and I know we've gone too far. So I go up front and tell him he's missed my spot. "oh, shit, I'm soo sorry". so what happens? I have to drive another 2 hours almost to Timaru, so I can jump on the north bound bus back to Rakaia ... arriving near 7 instead of 3pm. Oh well. On with the important stuff:
so I am now a REAL farmer! That's right ... up in the morning to my fork lift ... pick up the hay and bail it out to the sheep and cows. yeah yeah .... soon enough I'll be smoking home rolled cigarrettes, all my clothes will have holes in them and I'll forget that I ever knew how to use the internet .. probably computers all together!
Okay, I'm exagerating. I did drive a fork lift though and will have to do it again every second day. My hosts have a visitor from Denmark, Mads, how is HILARIOUS! so I drive the forklift and Mads bails it out. Shannon vs cows with horns = Shannon with holes in her. I'll get some pics up when I can ... so much fun!
Anyways, the people here have a couple cows and about 500 sheep which they breed for wool ... and not just any wool ... PRIZE WINNING WOOL!! It's glorious ... I might live here forever. The work is minimal and I spent most of today spinning beautiful wool that Margaret (the host) gave me! She's fantastic.
Let's have a moment to look at the Stewars (my hosts). Their house is a disaster. We're talking shit everywhere!! bottles, kleenex, toys (grandkids are probably in the mess somewhere as well, although I have yet to stumble across them), dirt, food. Like I said, shit everywhere. Was a bit of a turn off at first, until I got to talking to Jim and Margaret a little more. Jim is out in the fields, harvesting the barley .. Margaret is spinning and knitting and weaving and making butter. Her philosphy ... she does the things she likes doing, and doesn't do the things she doesn't ... like cleaning. I have never had so much respect for such a mess in my life. Reminds me of the state my apartment was in more than once or twice ... in sacrafice of my knitting. Good to know I"m not alone in my wool obsession.
Needless to say, I'm having a blast here. If you don't here from me for a while I'm probably busy driving the forklift .... of I've been burried alive in the mess of the house. I'll get some pics on when I can.