Finally... The end of kiwi picking today, pfiouuuuuuu, and some beers to celebrate, already, just three o'clock p.m after picking, already drunk, more or less like every day since I'm arrived in Takaka. Aaah... Takaka, the oldest hippie village of new zealand, just sweet as my friends... 

    All the Gipsy family (nine people in the last news), arrived in this orchard two weeks and a Half ago. Improvise a campground under a roof and let's go! Every night crazy party after broke your back, your legs, your body under the kiwis trees, really hard job my friends believe me. But you can enjoy a nice roof after work, shower, kitchen next to the Dorrin's house (our supervisor, who use to cook for us some wonderful apple crumble, yummy!). Yeah, a warm place to forget the picking of the day, where we met Irish, Chilian, Dutsh, and Tcheque girls, new members of the family now. Not anymore time, Someone call for another beer, I'm sorry, but between a bloody computer screen and the smile of a pretty Dutsh woman your choice is pretty easy my friends. The SD card still don't want to give you some pictures of my trip, I'm sorry. I gonna try later. 

    Let's go soon for the North Island! Where I gonna probably send you some pictures, I hope. But forget me during one week, End of picking but not the end of drinking, less talking, keep rockin' ! 

    See you later alligator!

    Sorry guys, but when I find internet for free it doesn't work anymore to send some pictures, fuck... And it's a littl' bit difficult to explain all the staff you can find in a picture, it knows how to speak by itself. You have to wait a bit and when I gonna come back in Nelson to do the busket I gonna try to find a moment to show you this country and his troubles. Actually I'm in motueka, a town more or less like Chanac, we will go soon to Takaka, the older Hippie small town in new zealand, where live a lot of artists and musicians, and you should find all kind of staff if it would be your desire... Julian de paco de los angeles in Wonderland, sweet as.

    But it's projects, we work yet in kiwi picking, and it's from far away the harder job I did since I'm in NZ. You have to carry a fucking bucket all the day long (8 or 9 hours...). I have to go. See you later alligator!

Rapide passage par la westcoast pour rejoindre l'ile du Nord, et voici les fameux pancakes rocks et une plage ou ki faut marcher quatre heures dans la jungle pour voir des phoques. Et pis la blague c'est que bien sur y'en a pas...

Ca y est, j'ai enfin quitter Cromwell la magnifique pour repartir sur la route. Non pour des envies d'evasion mais pour des besoins financiers dira ton. Direction l'ile du Nord!

Quelques avant gout des petits tracks que l'on peut rencontrer en NZ. sooooooooooo... Beautiful...

Partis a sept dans le bordel van (qui en passant fut un reel gros bordel...) Nous partimes a la recherche d'aventures dans les plaines desolees autour de Glenorchy. Suivi de nuit de full moon pour mieux aprecier nos precieuses infusions.

Voili voilou les dernieres photos de l'harvesting. Toute la clique, la visite a la winery et la fete de la fin des vendanges!

     Merci a tous pour ces jolis commentaires ca fait chaud au coeur! Surtout vu comme on se pele le jonc de bon matin pour aller au taf... Toujours exploite dans les vineyards par les kiwis pour pas changer, mais c'est la fin de l'harvesting dans quelques jours!!! Et ca ca veut dire vacances obligees! C'est un peu la merde les vacances quand tu peux pas economiser je vous avouerais, a moi les rues de nouvelle-zelande, enfin. un van du feu de dieu reamenage a la mode deco magazine pour less bordel in the bordel van c'est l'ideal. L'internet Cromwellien etant toujours aussi plus que lent et pourri j'enverrais un bon gros tas de photos comprometantes (ou pas), pour le plaisir des voyeurs qui visitent ce satane blog. See you later alligator!

     Thanks to everybody for these pretty wonderful incredible comments, they get warmy my heart! Especially cause it's fucking cold in the morning to gonna work... Still exploited by kiwis in vineyards, but it's the end in few days!!! And it means longer holidays! But when you can't save money it's a littl' bit pissed off, New-zealands streets you're mine. A new way of life for bordel van fixed by a god from deco magazine it's the best. The Cromwells net is still slower and looks like a fucking joke but I gonna send a lot of porn pictures (or not) the next time, just for your pleasure people visiting this bloody blog. A bientot les chtis crocos!

PS : I didn't use bloody google translate!

Les collegues, les potes, les trains, les soirees, les randos, le boulot, les boss...

    Voili voilou les coquinous! Apres trois jours de disparition dans les montagnes je vous ramene quelques photos sympathiques. L'aventure est comblee de details pour le moins tumultueux que je vous exposerais bien plus tard! C'etait magnifique, bien qu'un peu froid. Le blog fait des siennes et a decide de foutre toutes les photos en bordel, a vous de retrouver les legendes! 1) Un campement de fortune dans un shelter faute de trouver quelqu'un pour me prendre en stop.

2) Un frog contre les terribles Sandflys...

3) Enfin le sommet!

4) Cascades

5) montagnes

6) lac

7) Des photos,

8) Et encore des photos...