A year in New Zealand

A year in New Zealand

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.

MY LAST WEEK IN NEW-ZEALAND LIVING IN A CARAVAN

MY LAST WEEK IN NEW-ZEALAND LIVING IN A CARAVAN

Everything has an ending. Except for sausages which have two.
New Zealand. This time, that’s the end.
I’ve been thinking and thinking again about my last weeks in New Zealand. I’ve even done a list of what I wanted to achieve: hiking the Tongariro Crossing, seeing Mount Taranaki, watching the sunrise in Gisborne, going back to Napier, helping again in Hahei Beach, doing a HelpX in a Maori family, going to a yoga retreat, tramping for a few days,… My list was as long as a novel. Almost a year passed away and yet there was still many experiences I wanted to have before leaving. It drove me mad to try to make my last moments in New Zealand meaningful and unforgettable.
It only took one English guy to finally let this go.

ALL THE ROADS LEAD TO AUCKLAND...

ALL THE ROADS LEAD TO AUCKLAND...

The countdown has started. I have a little bit more of two weeks left here in New Zealand. This is the end of my last road trip, I’m leaving Flo for good this time.

We’re in Auckland. Auckland all over again. Auckland, my city of arrival. Auckland, the city of unforgettable encounters. Rainy Auckland, boring Auckland. You’ve seen nothing of New Zealand if you’re staying in Auckland, and yet, while travelling North Island, Auckland is where all the roads are leading to. I’m leaving Auckland with relief every time and yet I keep coming back there.