Kiwi, kiwi, et........., Kiwi!
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!