A midnight rant (ii) *READ PREVIOUS POST FIRST*

(Right no idea what happened there, why blogspot saw fit to split this in two is beyond me. Moving swiftly on...)

In fact I'd go as far as to say that they're much better craic then a lot of Irish people I've met. And we're famed for being "mad" and 'havin the craic'. You people rising to defend the Irish, hauld on a second. I'm not slating our people, a lot of us are pretty good but you know as well as I that we've more than our fair share of dullards and arseholes. Our volunteer program most of the time had about 50-60% German people. Each one with a great sense of humour and all a great laugh(bar one) there's not one of em who wouldn't be able to bring a smile to my face I reckon.







So yeah that's my brief rant in defense of the Germans over so moving on to the next topic...







I have been planting constantly for the past 3 days. My sanity is at stake. 3 days planting(with one more to go) beside some sodding river in the middle of nowhere. I'm not talking good middle of nowhere either. This is Irish midlands style middle of nowhere. Nothing to see. Anywhere. Planting in the same place all day. Four days. In the past 3 we've put down close to 3000 plants between 7 of us. I get THIS for my last week at CVNZ. I actually cannot put into to words how annoyed this makes me feel. During the day I find it hard to supress the urge to embed my spade in our kind mannered (but terribly annoying) Kiwi farmer fella who has been supervising us. One of his legs is lame and the opposing arm is also lame. He sounds like Butters from south park but with a Kiwi accent. He has expalined to me on about 6 different occasions how I should be planting. Every time it seems we have all the plants planted he hops along out of nowhere with like a hundred more. How does he even carry them!? How can he possibly get over fences with a hundred plants, a lame leg and hand!? All this in the constant drizzle (or searing heat yesterday. The weather here is insane). Even the river itself is incredibly dull, it goes at the speed of one of those electric bike type things for the elderly and is murky brown. It feels like I've been here years. And I've to get up in the morning to back there again. I've to get up early to go back to that. I paid money, to get up early, to do this.


As I said my sanity is at stake. If you see a news article about the untimely death of a New Zealander at the hands of an Irish tourist expect the worst.



*By the way, I'll need more of you. 20 people is not really enough for a decent cult or my rather ambitious world domination plans.



** And I've met quite a few. Aside from the volunteers Germans also appear to have taken over New Zealand. I haven't been anywhere where there hasn't been at least a few Germans. Its a bit ridiculous, I mean to the point where the German I'm travelling with hopes he won't meet any