Apples, Apples and more Apples!!!

Well got to my accomodation in Mot and it was quite nice and tidy. A little bach. It has a kitchen and table in one room then you walk thru to the bedroom. The laundry and toilet are outside in a room off the bach. Very small but bigger than the tent. I got myself settled in. The next afternoon Loren arrived. A 17 year old who was going to be my flat mate for the next 10 weeks. I decided not to spend all my time in the bach so i headed out that night to see what happens in Motueka. So once again I found myself sitting by myself in a local bar having a drink. The bar was called 'The dodgy ref', it's a sports bar. The place started to fill up, and i got bored very quickly by myself. This rather rough looking moari guy was sitting by himself having a beer so I thought 'what the heck'. Would you like to join me? I said. So once again I sat talking to a complete stranger,(Jay) he was entered into a tatoo competition across the road at "The Postie" (another pub). So we went over for a look to see if he had won anything. It was pumping!! the place was so packed, the music was good(a live band). Jay had to take off, so I decided to stay and started to get to know a few of the tatoo covered people that were there. Danced heaps and then asked this guy to dance, he was looking like he wanted to but had no one to dance with.( I didnt bother to say I was dancing by myself, ha ha). So this was my first encounter with Mike. He is from Germany and is no doubt going to be a friend that I will always keep in contact with. Work started a couple of days later, and all I can say is "Apples wait for no man". It is one of the sayings around the packhouse. I have met up with a couple travelling in their bus around N.Z. Ruth and Ian. I quite often walk around to their bus after work for beer-a-clock. And we sit and have a beer and talk APPLES!!! Not! Well we try not too. I am now in my own caravan. Loren and I had a few differences. She watches T.V where is i like to listen to the radio. Just little differences that could make it hard in the future, so i ask for my own place and got it. Its great. No tele. Mike and I went to the local market last Sunday. There was 2 chicks busking down there, i think they were from America. One was playing a piano accordian and the other had a big hand saw and a violin bow and was playing the saw. It was great. It is one of our favourite places to go. Lots of little stores and Mike likes it because they have a couple of German Food shops there. And I got to try a german hotdog. It had a sausage, sauces and sourcrout. And I can say honestly if there had have been no people around i would have chucked it up so bloody fast it wasnt funny. Sourcrout is the most disgusting thing i have ever tasted. Mike had great satisfaction and laughed like hell at the specticle i put on.(I thought i was being low key). I shall never again eat sour crout. Well a bit more next time on my life in Motueka. But for now life is good all is well.