Well, no, actually, apples. The scourge of fruit juice in this country (you buy 'orange and mango with an apple base' and it's actually 69% apple juice). And what's that got to do with me? Well, it's gonna be my first paying job in over 6 months, my first job in New Zealand, and the first thing that is properly stirring me from my comfy hidey hole in Pukekohe back onto the travelling track. Trusty Osprey rucksack is feeling much less neglected now and I'm raring to go.
I will be apple picking near Hastings (Hawkes Bay, North Island) for four weeks, starting Wednesday. I'll be living in a caravan with another harvester girl for the duration, which'll be fun. Other than that, I have no idea what to expect. I'm just loving the idea of being knackered after full days and feeling useful for a while. Plus a positive cashflow for a while as opposed to constant outgoings will do my brain some good.
I've been to what is rated as one of the biggest and best markets on the north island (pathetic, if I'm honest, by European and Asian standards), Auckland Museum, restored 1830s wooden cottages, black sand beaches, and fishing again, amongst other bits and pieces. All is well down here.
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