Until further notice

Will not be blogging for a while now. Think it will be a week or two before i write a proper post as

a) Ran out of money a week ago so cant afford internet cafe's
b) am now working 6 days a week, 10 hours a day so dont really have time
c) the free internet in the hostel is dial-up and has a 30min limit and since the page takes 5mins to load this page just cant do it.

will talk to all ye crazy cats later

Mad old Kiwi's 4 d Win!!

Just arrived in Napier on the east coast. Staying in a pretty sweet backpackers, my bunk is about 10ft above the ground though, should be fun if i get drunk. SO spent the weekend in Palmerstown North, not really sure why as there is not really much there, just a regulr big town with a huge university. Hitched my way up here this morning, its around 200km i think. Was a bit worried at first because they were slow ot pick up but then i got a ride to the nearest town and then was only waiting before a car pulled over. I was a bit surprised to see that the driver was an old fella but it turned out he was going the whole way to Napier so it was all good. Was a bit worried that he was going ot be like the old fella in Family Guy but turned out he was just a crazy old 84 yr old. Was a third generation scot but still counld speak a bit of scots gaelic and gave me a tour around the cuntry. Was one of those experiences tha you would never get in the tour buss or anything. Took tonnes of detours around to see bits and pieces, saw his old farm, the slaughterhouse where he worked, where an articulated lorry went off the road and ploughed through 3 houses. Did not hurt that this part of the country is really sunny and stuff

Eventually got to Napier but we had to spy on some of his tenants in a house first as it turns out they were sub-letting and i had to take pictures of the cars and stuff that were parked around, then i got a tour of the entire city and the surrounds, a mad laugh. Here in Napier for a while now, will have a look into getting a fruit-picking job for a few weeks i think and laze around the beach for a bit. Should be a good laugh.

Have put up pictures on Bebo

www.kernunos.bebo.com for ye cretins without a page

Wellington, Sweet Wellington

So i finally arrived here in Wellington. The ferry over leaves from Picton, a small enough town around 100km from Nelson. I was going to hitch but then i realised that while talking to the boss of the scaffolding firm i was going some work for, he mentioned that they sometimes do jobs down this direction. I rang him up and asked if there was any Chance of getting a lift in the van and he said sure,and if i wanted there would be a days work as well, paid under the table. I also got a pleasant surprise in this weeks pay packet when i out that i had been over paid by 70 dollars. The agency got onto me pretty quick and asked that i give it back.uhhh, morale dilemma. I think i will give it back though, they gave their bank details and stuff. I will deduct the amount of tax i paid on that 70 dollars though (around 20 dollars), as otherwise i will be worse off than if they had paid me the proper amount, and then if i am lucky i can claim back that tax anyway! huzzah for creative accounting, reminds me of that time i embezzled money from the Dept of Foreign Affairs, but we wont talk about that.

So i went camping last week in Abel Tasman national park, 53km in 3 days so it was not bad. Walked around 5 hours a day, thought that would be no problem as some of the day treks i have done have involved 7-8 hours a day, did not factor in the 13kg backpack though so that made 5 hours just enough for one day. The walk was not that challenging though, a lot of the hardcore hikers skip it. i say its where a lot of the tourist shots were made for promotional stuff though. You are walking through the rain forest when suddenly you will come upon this abandoned pristine golden beach with cliffs and little islands and blue blue waters. I cant put up photos on this prehistoric computer but check it out on google, well class. Apart of course for the sandflies, horrible, horrible creatures. They bite like mosquitoes but are completely silent and much smaller so you don't realise til its too late. I really do have my mothers blood, got over 30 bites on my arms and legs over the 3 days. I was using insect repellent but they just found any spot that i may have missed. Have been covered in blotches of calomile and doped up on anti-histamines since i arrived back. Thankfully there are not that many here in the North Island.

PS: Who is actually reading this thing these days. leave an 'i do' comment' just so i know i am not talking to thin air

Alright so i am not as tired today, well i should not be, just got out of bed. Now i can regale you with tales of my fun weeks work. When i arrived down to the wharf to start the unloading job i did not know who i was supposed to talk to but eventually i found these two British guys who looked as lost as i was and we went looking around until we found a woman who knew what was going on. She brought us up to the office to get kitted out in overalls and gumboots and stuff. When all that was finished she brought us down to the boat and was talking about how the first while is bad on the boat but then you get used to it once you are out at sea. I was a bit confused so i asked her when would we be getting back to port, she turns around and says "Umm, December 15th a think". Turns out i was with the wrong group all together and was 30 mins from heading out to sea for 8 weeks, i quickly ran away from that one.

The scaffolding firm i was working with was run by this religious group called the Brethren. Well its not run by them as such, just all the management belong to them and all their members work there. They are an odd Christian group, always wear long sleeves and pants, no smoking and no swearing on site. That was one of the hardest things, i mean have you ever gone an entire day without cursing? And i dont just mean the usual 4 letter words but 'Jeasus' or 'Damn' also included, was well hard. They also eat all their food separately so us non-religious zealots had our own area to have lunch. Was talking to one guy at lunch, an English guy, and he was saying how he was working with the company for months ands they still had not gotten rid of him even though he kept trying to convert them to Atheism, was leaving copies of The God Delusion around the office, kind of like reverse-evangelicalism i suppose.

I finished up up work for the last time here in Nelson. Off to Abel Tasman National Park for thew weekend for a three day hike. along the coastal track. Should be a laugh, going with one of the girls from the hostel and neither of us have ever done a multi-day trip before so it should be eventful. Luckily the weather is pretty hot at the minute and sunny so all will be good, just as long as the sand-flies keep away.

So work was retty eventful this week. Spent the first two days unloading boxes from a boat. Was told i was going to be unloading fish and i nearly refused to do it but the n it turns out that the fish have all been processed and are frozen and packed in boxes so that was alright. Was pretty hard work, throwing around 20kg boxes for hours at a time in -20 degrees. You would work for one hour then have a half hour break. It was good except for the fact that i was going from -20 to +20 degrees and so caught a mother of a cold for the next day. I was working putting up scaffolding for the rest of the week which was outside in the sun and was grand work. Good thing i was not that scared of heights cuz i was putting up stuff 4 and five stories up. I had no problem walking around as soon as the guard rails were up but the guys who were doing it full time were walking around 40ft above the ground with nothing between them and the ground. Lunatics.

Had other more interesting things to say but am just too tired to be honest. Leaving Nelson next week, looking forward to that.