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the joys of travel planning

In addition to the glamour of being made up and wearing an Indian outfit from the 1960s for the video shoot, we also had quite a nice time chatting with the other tourists, who are all on long trips, too. Gaby is from Australia (Melbourne) and Alex and Catia are from Germany, but just spent the year working/traveling in New Zealand. So we got lots of good tips on what to do and where to go in both countries.

Now we're thinking of working in New Zealand for awhile, which you can do really easily because they always need people to work on the farms. It's a program called wwoofing, in which you work for food and board, but there's no time limit, so you can do it just for a week or two and then travel some more. And, if we actually wanted to earn money, instead of just not spend any, we could pick fruit, for which they pay some amount per cubic meter of apples, which works out to about 200 NZ dollars per day. And last year, they were short 16,000 fruit pickers, so the government changed the laws so you can work, even on just a tourist visa. But fruit picking sounds like while it might be fun for the first half hour, it would just be tough after that. But maybe for a day or two? At any rate, if we wwoof we might stay longer in NZ, which would help finance the tacking on to the end of the trip, the addition of going to Wales and the sailing course in Italy. Though naturally this is all subject to our (very varying) whim.

Comments

One of my former roommates, whom you've never met, picked apples in Washington State for a time, each variety has a technique which is unique to that variety. Golden delicious, as I recall, are the most delicate and can have internal bruises if squeezed too tightly while being picked, there are the ones which need to be pulled, the ones which need to be twisted, the ones to be clutched firmly, the ones to be held gently, who knows, maybe even some which come off of the trees in pies.

But, we're both getting ahead of yourselves.

Love to you both,
Papa