#wwoofnz

[hirotatsuuu-blog]

更新遅れてます.. 先日ニュージーランド最南端のブラフにあるストリングスポイントに行ってきました！！ これでニュージーランドの最北端、最南端達成！ということで、ヒッチハイクニュージーランド一周の旅は残すところオークランドに戻るだけとなりました😊 まったりゆっくりオークランドに向けてヒッチハイクしていこうと思います😌 一つ前の投稿のテカポ湖のあと、ダニーデンという街でホームステイをして、そこからインバカーギ���という街までヒッチハイクで行って、そこからブラフへという流れで移動しています。 取り急ぎ報告まで！ ひろたつ #ニュージーランド一周 #ヒッチハイク旅 #ヒッチハイクの旅 #ヒッチハイク #ヒッチハイカー #ヒッチハイキング #hitchhike #hitchhiking #hitchhiker #海外ヒッチ #ニュージーランドヒッチハイク #wwoof #wwoofing #wwoofnz #wwooflife #wwoofingnz #wwooferlife #wwoofer #helpx #helpxnz #helpxlife #workaway #ニュージーランド放浪 #ニュージーランド滞在 #ニュージーランド生活 #ニュージーランド旅 #ニュージーランド旅行 #ニュージーランド移住 #ニュージーランドライフ #ニュージーランド在住 (at Bluff Sterling point) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvPlSN4AVnv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1f9rrgktfxhp4

[thewinterdetective]

New article on my blog! About my first WWOOFing experience, a great eco-friendly alternative to sleeping in hostels or working on vineyards. Check it out! 🌾🌍🍃

[felicia-latour]

#WWOOF Story of the Week: Supermom @annavanriel was leading us kids on a pinecone mission, when we stumbled upon this poor 🐑 stuck in the fence! Don't worry though, teamwork and wirecutters got her out safe and sound ❤ And in case you were wondering, 10-year-old Tamehana NAILED that wheelie 🚲 #wwoofnz #nz (at Lake Hāwea)

[zoephotenhauer]

I take off today for home. I literally didn’t have enough room to post a pic of everyone who has made my trip AMAZING! I can’t believe I’ve been here for 8 months/36 weeks/ 247 days. I’m sad to leave and I’m not quite sure what’s next but I am so happy and grateful for the amazing people I got to meet, work with, and love. And for those at home, you guys better be ready for this Ginger to return with a bang. 🔥😎🔥 For the people I didn’t get to post don’t worry, I probably will soon :). And as for the videos they are still coming, even if no one else cares but hey it will keep it interesting. #liltravelingcaptain #capedcrusades #wwoofnz #hujiapp #gingerz (at New Zealand) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpbZXCnAtue/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=heq14dk9yuru

[hansrohan-blog]

May 31

The last few days at Magda’s were as amazing as the first. Our week of great sleeps and freedom from internet culminated in a vegetarian potluck which saw seven people cozily situated around the fire place in the house bus jamming and singing by candle light. Based on her grey-haired friends—many of whom had children—Robin and I surmised that Magda must be older than we had originally thought, but easily attributed her youthfulness to the fact that she sleeps ten hours a night and has never drank or been high in her life.

We took a bus into Auckland on May 27th and stayed a night at a hostel with the only note-worthy occurrence being our excessively drunk roommate who passed the night with much coughing, snorting, and farting. The next day we bussed to Whitianga on the Coromandel Peninsula, and stayed another night at a hostel there. The morning of the 29th we were met by our next WWOOF hosts, who we picked in a hurry and were immediately seduced by their kiwi and macadamia orchard and bee-keeping business.

But it appears we were misled. While Magda was exemplary in her optimism, Herman and Helga (or so we’ll call them) are without a doubt the most pessimistic people I’ve ever encountered. The two of them are socially awkward Christians and clearly didn’t give the smallist of shits about us, having neglected to ask either Robin or me anything about our lives. Every conversation invariably ended with one of the many ways human death occurs, how much they detest tourists, their lack of faith in humanity based on things like selfies and calculators, or the finer details of their less-than-ideal finances. It reached a comical level of morbidity, and Robin and I were in a constant state of fighting off hysterical laughter at their stiflingly blatant lack of will to live. We didn’t seen them laugh once—even when we pointedly made comments trolling their depressing outlook—and only spotted smiles when they were telling us about how tourists were crushed by a rock at the beach we were walking along. I almost suspect their exaggerated cynicism to be some kind of pre-meditated inside joke, or at least I hope for their sake that it is.

On our first day they made it clear they expect longer than stipulated working hours, but promised they take WWOOFers on great adventures and feed them excellent food. On the contrary, they took us on one thunder-stricken walk and rejoiced at our apparent fear of getting hit by lightning, and only fed us frozen bread with kiwi jam and kiwis.

We stayed one day with them, during which we worked seven hours chopping firewood in the rain and picking olives. With Helga gone to Auckland for the night, it was just Herman, Robin and I. Herman continued his boycott of learning a single thing about either of us, and instead entertained us by complaining about everything from Germans to coffee to receiving inheritances. Every attempt Robin or I made to redirect the conversation onto a more positive note was promptly shut down as his determination to hate everything was stronger than our will to try and contradict him. His fascination with death reached an almost clinical level of obsession, as he proceeded to tell us endless stories—his favourite being suicides and natural disasters affecting tourists. And it wasn’t enough for him to say “they passed away,” he had to go into detail about body parts, blood loss, and other such morbid statistics. After 24 hours it wasn’t funny anymore and Robin and I realized that if we didn’t get out soon, our joie de vivre was seriously at stake.

This morning we arose at 6:30, packed our things hurriedly, and set off on foot. I’ve never been anywhere with such astonishingly bad vibes, and never been so happy to leave a place. We hitch-hiked back into Whitianga and got a ride with a beginner sailor who offered to lend me his catamaran. Death wasn’t mentioned once, and from there Robin and I had breakfast at a café as we continued the pursuit of reviving our spirits. Now, I just hope they don’t take to the WWOOF website and write us the worst review ever. The most ironic part is that from their eyes, I could see how they could perceive the entire situation to be completely our faults. After all, aside from the long work day, the only thing that really made us leave was their personalities.

As Robin so aptly put it, “You had to be there, but it sucks if you were.”

[intercontinentalcate-blog]

New Zealand

Wow New Zealand! How quickly this month has gone by. Most of my time was spent at Kawai Purapura, a retreat center near Auckland on sacred Mauri land. The energy there was palpable. The spiritual people I met there forever changed my life. Some equipped me with new skills to harness my own energy, and for that I am grateful.

I learned so much about myself here at KP. I experienced myself in a new way, a free way. This is something that I will take forward with me always. I was challenged in new ways that have helped me grow spiritually and emotionally. I was lucky to experience such a large, constantly changing wwoofpack! I have made friends here from all over the world. It’s so cool that I now have an even bigger worldwide network. For so many, I know that I will see them again soon whether it be here, there or everywhere.

I have never felt such massive gratitude for nature as I have here. There are shades of green that I didn’t even know existed, and to see all the shades together in the same landscape was a whole new view. From the ferns that have grown as large as trees, to the waterfalls flowing into beautiful swimming holes, to the massive rocks and caves on the beaches, I have experienced divinity here for which I am thankful.

I am excited for my next stop: Sydney, Australia! I will call Australia home for the next 6 months, I will work as a nanny to save money for the rest of my trip.

I move on with a great and abiding love for the land and all that inhabit it.

[laurabattenwellness]

Has anyone here done WWOOFing while traveling before? Just wondering what you're experiences were with it, especially if you've done it in New Zealand! 😊

[findingmothernature-blog]

[hearts-haven]

and good day to you, fine sir #WWOOF #WWOOFNZ (at Dunedin, South Island, New Zealand)

[soschoen]

From last week. Me hard at work at my wwoofing job :) #wwoof #work #mask #selfie #wwoofnz

[hirotatsuuu-blog]

ホストとお別れ.. 10日間ありがとうございました🙇 ラズベリーピッキングまたしたいな〜 優しすぎるホストファミリーでした...😌 #wwoof #wwoofing #wwoofnz #wwooflife #wwoofingnz #wwooferlife #wwoofer #helpx #helpxnz #helpxlife #workaway #ニュージーランド放浪 #ニュージーランド滞在 #ニュージーランド生活 #ニュージーランド旅 #ニュージーランド旅行 #ニュージーランド移住 #ニュージーランドライフ #ニュージーランド在住 #ニュージーランドワーホリ #ニュージーランドワーキングホリデー #ワーホリニュージーランド #ワーホリ中 #旅行好きな人と繋がりたい #旅行すきな人と繋がりたい #旅行好きと繋がりたい #旅行が好きな人と繋がりたい #ホームステイ #ファームステイ #homestay (at Rolleston, New Zealand) https://www.instagram.com/p/BulKmioA_oI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mfknw5lggbz3

[zoephotenhauer]

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Week 10 & 11 Vlog is finally up! Shenanigans, rugby, auditions, wild life, water, and much more abound. This is a 40second teaser so click the YouTube link in my description :) #photenhauer #gingerz #wwoof #newzealand #wwoofnz #axethrowing #bayofplentynz #liltravelingcaptain (at Rotorua, New Zealand)

[hansrohan-blog]

May 25

So, as many of you know by now, I’ve decided to change my ticket and come home in December instead of June. Right before I left for my trip, I had the epiphany to change it from a year to five months and now, two weeks before those five months are up, I’ve had the epiphany to change it back to a year. I’ve always been a last-minute kind of person, but this is getting a little bit ridiculous. If the powers that be could start enlightening me about my life a little bit sooner I could really appreciate that.

Regardless, I’m getting increasingly excited about my decision even though I haven’t the faintest what I’ll be doing with the remaining seven months. The thick blanket of ambiguity that shrouds my life path used to terrify me, but now I find it pretty exciting.

Anyway, before I get going on any existential rants, I’ll get back to my blogly duty: to tell you about my travels. When I last wrote, I was still with Julian, WWOOFing at a five start lodge/vineyard in Queenstown. As far as WWOOFing goes, things couldn’t be much more opposite now: my good friend, Robin who is from Gibsons, Canada, and I are up at the very North end of New Zealand near a town called Kaitaia. We’re WWOOFing at an artist-retreat-in-production that—as it currently stands—is a collection of rustic buildings scattered around a little yard that our host Magda has built completely single handedly with only a bit of guidance from her father and without any power tools. She is a quirky, lovely, and giggly inspiration.

When we got her two days ago, Magda’s ex-boyfriend was here “moving his stuff out.” He’s still here and Robin and I spied him cleverly stowing his belongings under a piece of tin roofing in the yard so I’m going to go ahead and call him one of the residents. So Magada and her live-in ex-boyfriend, Jason sleep in a converted retired party bus called “Purple Rain” (RIP Prince), which is also where the living area is. Just behind the bus, there is a the kitchen which is not much bigger than the outhouse, and beside that a shower pieced together from old roofing, recycled stained glass doors, and a raft that floated down the river in a flood. Robin and I share yet another tiny outbuilding that is mostly occupied by bed and a few of Magda’s incredible oil paintings.

There are several other roommates on the tiny section: Sabe, the mastiff/bulldog cross, Cougar and Lynx the two cats, a horse, and fifty-eight ducks. I can understand having the dog, cats, and horse for company, but I’m still not sure what the plan is with the ducks. If you’ve ever had ducks, you know how they stampede around in a pack, squawking frantically and shitting like it’s going out of style. Well imagine sixty of them…

There is no cell service, no internet, and not even electricity here. The hot water and tiny fridge are gas-powered, and the rest of the electricity comes from two tiny solar panels. The only way to charge electronics (not that you can use them) is through a USB charger. This may sound like I’m describing a small rural acreage of Hell, but I’ve actually never felt more at ease. With no lights or electronics to keep us up, Robin and I have been going to bed around 9pm, which means we wake up naturally and full of energy around 7am. There’s never the obligation of social media pulling your attention, so you can fully engage in whatever moment you’re in. It’s actually life changing.

We got here on Sunday afternoon, and the week before that was equally as incredible. We spent it on a small Island called Waiheke which is a fourty-five minute ferry ride East of Auckland. We were staying with a very strange man named David, who had the uncomfortable habits of drooling, not answering questions directly, and throwing active chain saws around cliffs. He also may have been a wizard, probably related to Radagast.

David owns a beautiful ocean-side property which he has managed to make very good use of despite the steep gradient. He runs an almost hostel-type living situation, with space for ten residents. Each room is on a different platform dotted up the cliff and connected by boardwalks, stair cases, and decks. For the week we were there we were made part of the Belle Terrace family by Paolo from Italy, Nathan from France, Sera from NZ, Damian from South Africa, and Alexander, a fellow WWOOFer also from France.

There are thrirty-six vineyards on the Island, which are worked by young people from all around the globe. During our many nights out at the bars we met Germans, Brits, Frenchies, Italians, Columbians, Swedes, Norwegians, Americans, Indonesians, and Scots, all of whom are attractive, profusely kind, and endlessly drunk. Another pattern we noticed was that each person we talked to had planned to visit Waiheke for somewhere between a weekend and a month, and had ended up staying somewhere between a year and a decade. After being there for only a few nights, we could understand why and had to resist the urge to stay ourselves. But who knows, maybe I’ll be back.

The WWOOFing itself was usually done with some degree of hangover, and a lot of laughing at the general awkwardness of it all. David’s habit of not communicating combined with Alex’s weak English compiled with the obscure task of moving piles of sticks and logs around the extremely steep property made for a lot of comical scenes.

When not WWOOFing or at the bar, Robin and I spent a lot of time walking around the nature reserve across the road, cooking, doing yoga on the deck, or wine-touring. It was an amazing week and at the end of it we felt like we were leaving home.

Before Waiheke we spent a few days at Jane and Hilary’s and few days with Mike and Maria; both were lovely as always. One night in between, we went into Auckland city to see Corey and Jackie from the Chateau. We all went to see Common and Talib Kweli at a club which was a lot of fun until the night culminated by walking the streets of Auckland in search of a kebab. We failed, and instead ended up getting in a heated debate with some characteristically stubborn Brits about the difference between the country America and the continent North America (“we are not American!”), and opted out of a ride that was almost definitely an attempted kidnapping. It was awesome to see Corey and Jackie again, and I nearly teared up giving them final good-bye hugs as they headed to the airport to begin their second year abroad, this one in Australia.

Well that just about covers my last few weeks, and with my computer battery waning and no way to charge it I’ll say goodbye for now. As always, thanks for reading and I hope everyone had an amazing May long weekend! Be in touch! XOX

[intercontinentalcate-blog]

I have found my dream tiny house in Karekare. So grateful to be able to spend time here before I leave NZ! #wwoofnz (at Karekare, New Zealand)

[keirdre]

Day 188. Renwick. Making biodynamic Cow Pat Pit preparations. #wwoofnz (at Seresin Winery)

[watermelonsugar86]

25/11 learned a bit about natural horsemanship with Melisa today, and took a spin on the horse-drawn sprayer to deliver some seaweedy goodness #biodynamics #wwoofnz #wwoof