wack! many posts. i could continue from were i left off but at the momant its late i have just finnished work and i am not in the mood. some other time perhaps. i have a vast backlog of posts milling around in my brain. much stress. had some slightly odd dreams latly which possibly i shall recount.

working at the kiwi place is patheticaly easy but very dull. the others say it is a million times better than fruit picking. i will do it for a week only. night shifts i think.

dods white water rafting picture captures it perfectly. did you look at a picture online?

thanks for the e-mail mama, ill check my fsmail account later.

tan: i met a guy who has been in thailand for quite a while and he gave me some info on the best places to go. non-tourist areas that are not mentioned in guide books. which should be good. when do you want to meet up? i can happily stay here for three more weeks.

epic photo liv, truly some jump. did you land it?

aarg the strain. i forget that some of you don’t get the text messeges and phone calls. well i will clarify when i get the chance. just don’t expect any posts for a while.

julio

bloody hellbiscuits! what madness. hmm were to start.
i woke up to the sound of some one screaming or shouting very loadly. i thought it was caroline (veryt nice german girl) calling cristian and dipti (also cool germans) to get ready or some thing as they were going fishing that morning. across from me bert leapt out of bed quickly. pest, i thought . it must be 7.00 and hes late for work. suddenly through the screaming i heard the voice shouting “has any one got a cell phone?!” over and over. this is serious i thought getting out of bed and fumbling around for my cloths. someone must have cut themselves or something. i spent a stupid amount of time trying to put my shirt on the right way, grabbed my phone and my torch and ran out of the dorm. the cene that greeted me was a man lieing on the floor, not breathing. two people were hadphones and were instructing another two people who were atempting CPR. ack! i thought. i couldnt see the mans face clearly. i i thought it was cristian. this cut me like a knife. i squatted down and started willing him to breath and thinking don’t let it be cristian. were the hell was the ambulance?…

i will finnish this later. i have to go and get some bread. we are going to the beach.

yesterday anika (a lovly german girl) and myself hitch hiked to pahia and went on the hole in the rock tour last ing three hours, but i think i will tell you about that some other time.

looking into woofing.

julio

the place with the bloke was aranga holiday park. his friend turned out to be very nice, we hung out with him quite a bit.

i tried to download one of those matrix teaser things when i was at home but it was to long

hello. hone hoke is a rather plesent hostel nice place to chill out and all that, but it has to be said kerikeri is quite fantasticaly dull.
on the fruit picking front i have to say: not really. i’m not sure were you got you bizare fruit picker testemonial, but i am in constant contact with fruit pickers so i take what they say more seriously. it seems that picking the jolly old mandarins can be summed up thusly: it sucks. cold sick. through a short straw. everyone i have met at the momant had a romaticized view of fruit picking as no doubt you guys do, upon actually doing it they found harsh reality to be rather nasty. buses out of kerikeri are booked solid at the momant. to quote eric an english bloke who left a few days ago after 5 days picking, “its basical standing around in the rain, bored out of your skull tryig to pick a million manderins and catching wierd skin diseases.” weird skin diseases? i hear you query. yes indeedy. pal the girl he is travleing with had an unplesent alergic reaction and had rashes all over her body.the docter had to be called out twice. others report streaming nose, irritated eyes and headakes. someone said that the stuff that they use to spray on the fruit is banned in america, so it has to be pretty unplesent. to quote christian one of the many very nice german people here.: “i have quit becourse someday, i want to have chidren.”

as for me, well i wander around reading, not having the strength of will to draw.the foal weather makes everything a bit dull and depressing.so far it has chucked it down since i arrived intersperced with short breaks of sun.maybe i should potter around the bay of islands a bit.i feel only activity will stave of the madness ever present at the edges of my mind! neep! last night the german contingant were celerbrating the birthday of dipti who was 25. i was envited to the meal which was amazingly generous. very tasy.everyone is very freandly as usal.

the die is loaded.

julio

just to let you know i am alive. unfortunatly i don’t have time to blog much. i am on the hostel computer. all the ones in town were closed. i will blog to morrow.

hello. i’ve been out of the loop for a while doing civie for the UN and…um sorry weird comand and conquer flash back there. but all the shops were closed yesterday which was quite annoying. finaly moved into the hone heke hostel today and out of that pest hole known as the aranga holiday park. i actually was begining to like it, but i’m glad i left. this new place looks cool. there was a free BBQ at the aranga last night. when i say free i mean you get free potatos, pasta salad and obsenely unplesant coleslaw. the meat you purchase yourself. this was interesting as all the shops were shut, so i had no access to meat. so while everyone else ate mounds of delicous looking steaks and sosages(what the hells going on i can’t seem to spell sosages!)i champed my way through a plate of pasta salad which seemed to have been coated in flour for some reason, dry potatos and evil coleslaw. yummy!it was as i was consuming my food and minding my own busines, when a truly massive bloke (he must have been retired wrestler or something)leant over and politly asked if i had stolen his plate. “no.” i said continueing to eat methodicaly. “yeah, some one stole my plate, bro.” he said raking the other diners with his gaze. “outragous” i said. “what” he swivled back to me. “OUTRAGOUS” i repeated slowly. he norrowd his eyes. “are you sure it wasn’t you?” “yes, quite sure” i said. “what about him? did he steal my plate?” He pointed across the table at ben a guy from my dorm. ben looked up, then looked down hurriedly. for an instant i considered say that yes it was him and in fact i saw him do it. but sanity prevailed. “no, he did’t steal your plate.” i said. “well someone stole my plate” he muttered. “no, bro. you lent to that girl over there don’t you remember?” said his friend who was sitting nearby. this didn’t seem to get through to the psycho. he continued to give me unplesant looks. “what colour was it?” i inquired, perhaps unwisly. “likeyour, just like yours” he said gesturing with a hamlike fist. then he twiged that in fact all the plates were glass and inherently colourless. he sat up and looked at me, his mouth flecked with spittle. he gestured at my plate “do you think you can finnish that lot before i smash it into you face?” he asked. i paused mid mouthfull. i looked at him, then the plate. “i recon’ so” i said grinning. he made a lunge and grabbed my plate. “think so?” he said reading it to throw. “hey!” i said shocked. “no, bro!” said his friend. “look, we got our plates from our dorm!” said ben. the psycho made a grab for ben’s plate. ben held on. the was a small tug of war then ben let go and the psycho had both plates. his friend tugged at his arm. “no, bro you lent your plate to that girl over there, see?” luckily he did see. grumbling he tossed our plates back on the table and sat down. we continued our meal.
incerdentally the swing was classy. i’ll describe it on the 21st
casting of the die is postponed due to rain.

julio