Christmas IV

 Our next stop Dunedin. We arrive well inside the night, short of petrol and without booked accommodation, at our usual best!! We find a Holiday park, office closed, but good and only option though. The guys start to established their tents, me start to turn the car into a well equip room. Tomorrow will be another day

 Morning. Find a proper hostel with all the technology advantages of modern times in city center is our new task. Dunedin basically is a city crossed by a main road. In one side general buildings. In the other, University of Otago facilities. And in the middle of this road a place call The Octagon. All of this surrounding by hills and water with penguins swimming -I don't have to say that, I didn't taste the freshness of the water-

 Probably the right city to have a good time, but wrong moment to be there, as one local girl very kindly make me notice.

 -...You are German... Swedish?....Dutch??.....Portuguese?? -Wait a minute , Portuguese?? I'm looking more Spanish than Portuguese, What the F***k!!!-
 -....aahhhhh Spanish!!....Darling, You are in Dunedin at the wrong moment!! -Thank you sweetie! I reply.

 Anyway, She was right. Students are in summer holidays by now.

 We find a Scottish pub in The Octagon. Tired of insipid drinks for my palate, -Stan, you know how much we like sophisticate stuff!!- I See the bar crowded by colorful, tasteful and smokey Scotch!! My eyes were dropping tears with such splendid view by that time! -Walter, Lagavulin 16 still the best-

 After two nights in Dunedin and listening people telling us that Queenstown is very expensive, Daniel and me decide to change our plans, and go to...... Wellington!

Making new friends...

This is a new series of posts. Beforehand I talked about Facebook and Kiwis. Not trying to hurt anyone else sensitivity, just like to make an appreciation about world wide curiosities . Today I will like to put over the table...German and Germans speaking.    

Have you guys had the chance to speak to a German? Did you get the same impression as me, that when they talk to you, they sound angry, even if they are joking? It Is true that I met very calm Germans, actually far to calm. But met some too, that when they talk to me, I just can say 'hostia'!! 

One of this, is Leo. A guy I met while I was at the hostel. I know the German as a language, doesn´t soften at all, but this guy was quite funny. More or less our first words were...

-...aahh good, I´m looking for a job. I said

-Your not gonna find any, I know, it´s crazy AAHH.

-Well I´m trying to find a house too.

-Ohh impossible, I was looking for two weeks, and I didn’t find,
 I know, it’s crazy AAHH

- What about food, is it expensive?

- AAHH...Very expensive... 

-...I know, it's crazy AAHH.

I know, This guy is particularly optimist, but I met few more Germans, that were more or less the same.
And looks like I'm not alone. This two, think similar

Christmas III

 Next stop? We can try Oamaru, next 'big' town on New Zealand Highway nr.1. Go for it!! Once more we hit the road in Rob's sport-tunning-tamarro-rig-noise-exhaust-honda-racer-car.

We arrive in Oamaru -a kind of English colony- for lunch, but.... What lunch??..... Where?? Is 25th, nothing is open obviously. Once again we show our......knowledge, but once again 'I' -right Rob/Daniel??- show my resolutive skills. Finally I manage to meet an Argentinian guy call Juan -ironic isn´t it?- who speak to someone else that make as some food, in a kind of posh restaurant which is having a private function. So at the end of the day the best food of the whole trip came when worse the situation was. We tipped one of the waiters, a GUY call Ricky for their compassion. 

 But it didn´t end up in here, for some reason, the manager, invite us for a personal party to celebrate Christmas. Is gonna take place in the neighbor village of Moeraki, so the guy offer us accommodation for free too!!

 So, we were there, a Swedish, an English and a Spanish in the house of a southern French cheff with two Kiwis, seven Argentinians, two Germans, two Chileans, and one Tongan, Ricky, the GUY that we tipped few hours before, and now was transformed into a 'proper' WOMAN.

 A magic moment of the night came, when one of the Kiwis suggest, after watching Daniel open a bottle of beer with the teeth, that he was able to do the same with the ass. Me, I was literally crying, inside me of course. Daniel not that much, the guy was gay, and was targeting our handsome Swedish boy by that time.

 The other moment of the night came when we met Fleur Sullivan, Apparently the best cheff of New Zealand, and owner of three restaurants, one of them, the one we had lunch beforehand.

 After another comfortable night in bed, before go back to Juan's house in Oamaru, we stop to see the 'World Known and Famous' Moeraki Moulders -Few beach rocks with round shape- then we head to the beach in Kakanui. First contact with New Zealand waters. A bit cold would say, nothing that a healthy heart cannot manage -if you have a pacemaker your fu..... better just don´t try-.

 After beach, we and Argentinians Juan and Alvaro turn in different ways. Really good and helpful guys this Argentinians.

Rob, Alvaro, Buchannon, Daniel and The Bullet man Juan 

Christmas II

So, 24th of December, Christmas Eve, finally here we go. So Rob, what is your plan? -Me asking, just an idea of how much we discuss about anything. He is got the car and is going to Queenstown for a music festival, and Daniel and me we want to be there for New Years Eve- We can stop in Timaru, -he said- Sounds good!, never heard about Timaru , but Why not?

 So Hit the Road Rob!! - Ray Charles come to me- After a couple of hours, we arrive at our destination. First thing, accommodation. Find a holiday park. Daniel and Rob start to set their tents, me....me, I look to the floor, then to my sleeping bag, then again to the wet floor, then to the sky -cloudy- then back again to my sleeping back....the romanticism that took me to not considerer a tent, melted as quick as an ice cube in a Scotch on the rocks. Now is when every single neuron start to work -the single one that I have, as I show!!!- looking for a solution. Women!!!

 Next, dinner. Is Christmas Eve so, a bit of glamour is required here....frozen pizza and two gorgeous muffins are my choices, and beer for the toast...pure delicatessen!!!

 Let´s share our happiness with some locals!! -me especially interested in the matter-.....1.30 am, nothing, everything getting close, my friends a bit disperse....wait, THREE women at 12 o´clock, very bad I have to manage!!...After an hour of walking with them and my friends -hyenas!!- AN HOUR!! there is left two girls for three guys, knives start to sharpen. We end up in the house of them both. My friends that understand the character of my urgent need decide to show white flag.

 Good, Juan Antonio, your doing very well!! -I was keep telling to myself- Few drinks and a bit of charm, and the job was done. A girl, me and the much needed bed.... VINI, VIDI and DIDN´T VINCI, because the alcohol did cause some effect by the time on........Her, ok? Unfaithful people!!!! Anyway the very comfortable bed was a very good price.

 By 9, decide to crept out, caring to not make any kind of noise. Walking back 'home' with some good music, and a smile from ear to ear. How easy we are to satisfy!!

Merry Christmas Rob , Daniel!!

Mark Lenders

Some of you guys probably know this guy. Pasquale I know you know who I´m talking about. 

Ladies & Gentlemen with all of you Mark Lenders.

Mark Lenders is a hiper-mega-famous Japanese football player and the archenemy of Oliver Newton in the classic series Oliver & Benji

A very committed and ruthless guy, a bad boy actually, not as quite talented as Oliver is, but he compensate that, with tons of hard work.

He made himself famous by the "Shoot of the Tiger". Skill that he developed shooting to the sea, against tsunami size waves.

 I know this Kiwis are a bit out of their minds. The only fact they going with their bare feet EVERYWHERE should be enough to understand my point -I ´m not talking about the British girls, that after few drinks, they feel like they don´t need their shoes anymore- In here, could be raining, storming or snowing, that they don´t use them, they don´t give a damn!! -I start to think they don´t have- 

 Today I experience their madness on my own skin. Redo, Tom Stanley, Chris Small -members of my rugby team HSOB- and myself went for a run. Run in the beach is good, I would say very good, but run inside the ocean??...but this is not enough, let´s make it tougher!! against the WAVES!! Pure Mark lenders style. If he could see me, he would be very proud, sure.  

My Christmas I

Off we go!!! This how everything starts isn´t/ in´t guys?? -you Kubiak, you know which one is correct-.

During my days in a youth hostel call Kiwi House, -run by Japaneses- I met two guys -more, but feel closer to this two- One is call Daniel Larsson, as you can guess he is Swedish, very very Swedish. Is working in Christchurch as a house painter, very tall, very blond...very Swedish as I said. The other is call Robert Ashcroft, English, he doesn´t have a fixed work here.
One week before Christmas we decide to go somewhere else rather than stayed in Christchurch.

   Our plan: Very easy. Leave Christchurch the 24th, pass Christmas Eve somewhere on the road. Christmas Day, as well somewhere else, and keep on going till reach Queenstown on time for New Years Eve, and Day.

Not a particularly difficult one, actually wide open.

The money is an issue so I am 50/50. In one hand looks quite attractive and seems that we can get heaps of fun. But the thought of the fucking money still there!!!

Two days before we should leave, Daniel and me, we go to a warehouse for a sleeping bag and a tent. I felt romantic at that time and I decided I don´t need a tent, in here is summer, so should be fine. I kept the sleeping bag receipt just in case I decide to stay.

23rd December. Still 50/50, I´m talking with one of my  housemates -Mexican guy- and suddenly, BBBBBBBRBRBRBRRRRRBRBRBRRBBRBRBRBRBRRB BRBRBRBRBRRBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBRBRBRBRBBRBRBRB BRBR, after one second that we realize what was happening, we just put feet in "Polvorosa". FUCK!! an EARTHQUAKE!!! I was virgin in this kind of experiences. First thing, check with locals if its normal. -We thought this was gone, they said- You know, the background of this city doesn´t invite anyone to be optimist, so is quite scary stuff. Check news, affirmative was quite strong BRBBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRRBRBRBRB BRRBRBRRBRBRBRBRBRRBRBRBRRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRRBRBBRBRBRRBRBRBRBRBBRRB BRBRRB. Another one!!!!! Even BIGGER!! -In a different post will be more precise about this...things- You know what? Fuck the money!!!!! Let´s go to Queenstown!!!

Impressionism

I take this blog, to tell what is actually happening to me, at the very right moment -or at least I will try- Might be thoughts that are crossing my mind, things that are happening now, past things that I want to share, my pictures, etc... anything.

So, don´t expect to find a strict timeline order.

P.S. I have a rule for myself. All and every single picture that will feature in this blog have been taken by me. This is is an understandable exception I guess;) 

My raison d'être

 

There she is. My Lovely Mother, Ana Maria Ruiz Sanz

The person who contribute to shape and mold me, and to turn me into what I am now.

The person who gave me values and strong pillars to construct and give sense to my life.

The person who, even till her last breaths, continue to show me what means Dignity, Strength, Complicity, Trust, Pride and Love. 

I owe her so much, but we share more, and despite I loose her very early, I had a full life with her.

The time doesn't, and wouldn't heal the wound. I know it, I feel it, but I am in the process to learn how to live with it. The toughest of my experiences -with perspective-, is turning inside me, into something that I look straight to the eyes with pride.

For the ones who had the pleasure to meet her, they will understand me. For the truly unlucky people who didn't have the chance, tell them that, this world from the 22nd of September is a bit more empty  

Starting...

  Chistchurch.

  This is the city where I particularly choose to start this "Adventure".
Reasons?? Few

  First. The spare time that I have now allow me to have hours and hours with myself, What to do? Movies, Internet, write,...-wait a minute write!!! fuck!! This is getting serious, something that I´m quite keen on it, but never till the point of looking for a personal diary!! Me!!?? Never happen before- Well I tried all of this, and much more, but the hours and days are long and the money and entertainment is short. Specially in this city, Christchurch. For the ones that didn't have the chance to experience the city in the last year, I going to make a short introduction
Christchurch = Nothing to do. -Probably I make some new Kiwi friends, Most welcome!!-
Honestly, even them recognize it!! The earthquakes that had been taking place from a year ago now, did not leave much. Is literally devastated by them, and with the city, his residents souls.

  Second. This is shorter, I like to write, and as more I write more I like it. Simple

  Third. At last but not at least, Because my FRIENDS.
I have been living in Cambridge, England, for the last five years. Well the people that I left there...Friends.
I´m talking about people that, at some point you can´t do something different than love them. You love them  over all the things -Not meaningless and empty words here-

  Well, They encourage me to keep in contact with them via for example.... facebook -now is when I explode- I hate it!!! -Keep on making more friends, most welcome again- Sorry, but no. No to facebook!!!;) I like from it, the idea of get in touch with someone from old times, but more than that?? Here it comes one observation that I throw to the middle.

  It should not matter the quantity of friends, I should not have to accept/reject anyone, everyone should be open to anyone. When you meet someone new in the street, you ask him/her to accept you? or,  When you want to have sex with her/him, first thing you ask is, Do you accept me? What the fuck!!

  I like the idea of a place where we can meet and share experiences, likes and dislikes. But you know guys? We have it already, we are living over it. A world full opportunities, to meet, to share, to touch... nothing better than that -Gosch I sound terrible Hippy, should be NZ water;)!!-. In the times where we have mobiles, e-mails, blogs to keep in touch, what better than the face to face to discover/open new horizons?

  We are cutting our own wings

  Well this is Why I start this blog. You might have to excuse my English in more than one time though. Thanks if you do so, If you don't, I will try my best again next time.

For the unfaithful ones that don´t believe me, this is Christchurch...

...and this is as well Christchurch...
  

 ...and this is too...

 ... and unfortunately, this is Christchurch too.

Hasta otra!!