A WHV in New Zealand

A year in New Zealand

CULTURES SAUVAGES #8 - THE FORGOTTEN WORLD HIGHWAY

CULTURES SAUVAGES #8 - THE FORGOTTEN WORLD HIGHWAY

The Forgotten World Highway (or SH43) is a 150km long road located in the North Island of New Zealand, between the town of Stratford, close to the Taranaki mountain and the village of Taumarunui, not far from the Tongariro National Park, the famous setting of the Mordor.
For my last road trip in New Zealand, I had to see this forgotten road with my own eyes. With my favourite partner of unlikely adventures and road trips rocked with lame songs, Florent, we rented a car to explore more of North Island before going back to France.

CULTURES SAUVAGES #2 - MY LIFE IN A PRISON IN NEW-ZEALAND

CULTURES SAUVAGES #2 - MY LIFE IN A PRISON IN NEW-ZEALAND

As Halloween was around the corner, I found out a story which is combining both the orange colour and ghosts, as well as psychopaths, murderers, hanged men and handcuffs.
Can you guess what I’m going to talk to you about? No? Well, I’m going to tell you about the time when I lived in a prison.

La Nouvelle Zélande – Vie Pratique pour Baroudeur/se en Carton

La Nouvelle Zélande – Vie Pratique pour Baroudeur/se en Carton

J’ai participé récemment au Salon du PVT à Paris, un Salon créé et organisé par le site PVTistes.net. J’étais présente en tant que bénévole pour faire part de mon expérience de PVTiste sur le stand de la Nouvelle Zélande en

THE INNER MESS OF BEING BILINGUAL (or at least trying to.)

THE INNER MESS OF BEING BILINGUAL (or at least trying to.)

Really soon, I started to think in English and dream in English. Not all the time, even sometimes my head was mixing up both languages, in a very specific fluent and neat way, and yet very understandable. My inner voice integrated this new language quite naturally. And hearing it everywhere all around me, every day, and sometimes continuously (meaning without any French interruption for a while) brought my inner voice(s) to speak to me in English. It could have seemed such a hullabaloo from the outside, but those voices kind of established themselves very naturally, without any confusion.

A YEAR TRAVELLING NEW ZEALAND - AND RETURNING "HOME"

A YEAR TRAVELLING NEW ZEALAND - AND RETURNING "HOME"

I think about New Zealand every single day. Sometimes a picture of a mountain pops up into my mind. Sometimes it’s Lake Te Anau, some other times it’s a familiar face. When I think of some specific situations and occasions, it draws a smile on my face. I often close my eyes and breathe deeply for I need to regain some states of mind, plenitude, calm, and confidence.
Then, comes up a song. Hundreds of songs, actually.