The Journel Part 1

Hello remember me?



As some of you may have learnt the blog has been existing entirely in paper and pen format. But today I am pleased to in form you that it has arrived to the interwebs in its complete entirety, unabridged, unedited and unreleased.... until now.



Enjoy....



or don't it's up to you



PS sorry for going back into the past again:



10th October



The beginning of the new adventure

It has been a mesmorising few days, I have met a new set of friends in a completely different environment and my room has now downsized from a 2 meter squared space to... an even smaller cuboard like space that I share with an old cooker.... The cookers name is Jeff.

Both flights were goo, travelling for 1 and a half days was fun and everything went very smoothly. Stepping off the plane and going through the numerous security checks of Auckland airport familiar blue bags began to emerge. They are the carry bags that every trainee carries to identity themselves as part of Agriventure and it is not long before we are rounded up, put on a coach and begin learning of each others past, present and future.

A 3 day seminar has taken place next to Hamilton airport in a 'reasonably priced' motel and aside from a couple of boring lectures it has been good fun.

In stark contrast (and believe me this is the first of many) to the Japan trainees there is an abundance of European and Canadian people in NZ. 39 in all: 2 Norwegien, 3 Swedes, 6 Germans, 7 Danish 8 French, 7 Canadians and 6 Brits. It has been great getting to know them and I am looking forward to spending time with them all.

On the first night whilst most of the trainees were very tired, a small european drinking contingent quickly developed. My very reserved Japanese drinking style soon went out of the window as Myself a German and 2 Danes set out to taste every kind of beer the bar had to offer. Alas we only got half way before they closed.

The second night was even more fun. Normally I don't enjoy 'organised events' or designated 'fun' periods but our international party, where evry nationhad to put on some kind of show was lots of fun. I became an honourary Canadian due to the English trainees flight being delayed.

Unfortunately for me during the introductory speeches on the first day I temporarily lost my mind. 99% of the trainees are working on dairy farms with cows. So my frazzled brain thought it would be a good idea to rebel against this room of 'crazy cow lovers'.


"Hi my names Matt, I come from England and I hate cows!"

My opening statement was greeted with a luke warm response and it took some time afterwards before I could convince some people that I was just joking. Luckily good old karma is just around the corner and the Canadians had me go on stage as a cow to be lassoed by Tyrone the cowboy whilst he was riding on the back of another Canadian. We all then quickly launched into a fast paced line dancing sequence which I didn't mess up too badly and henceforth earned the respect of my fellow trainees... possibly.

That is all for now I am still working on the internet connection, but tomorrow I meet the workforce and will go into town!

Japan now just seems like a dream...

That was the first part of "THE JOURNAL" Please join us at another point in time for part

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