This week we are helping conserve some peat lakes outside the city(it's not much of a city) of Hamilton. Thus far this has involved a lot of "Transplanting". What is transplanting you might ask, it sounds kind of cool. It's not. We spend ages digging up these plants and move them to a location slightly further away(we're talking a couple of metres) then dig another hole and put them there. I am assured that it is very important work.
I wouldn't really mind this if we were somewhere nice, but this place seems to be the equivalent of the midlands in Ireland nothing even slightly interesting aside from some distant hills that you can't even see if it's cloudy.
We are also being supervised by a clearly unhinged kiwi farmer and his equally mad dog Turbo(who has a brother I've yet to meet called Diesel, I think this may have been a joke). Its very funny to listen to him though, he talks to the Germans and Asians in the same way he talks to his dog. Except for when anything needs to be explained, then he speaks really fast, with his thick kiwi accent. Then laughs at the expressions on their faces
"Heh eh! Didn't understand a bloody word I said eh?"
Will update you further on this place shortly...
Decided to set up a blog to document my travels( when I can be arsed that is).
