For Reals

Just when you think things can't work out any better...

Mandi is loaning me her mountain bike for my trip. She wants me back 9 December now, so that we can do some pre-holiday arts markets in Wellington (we seem to be the only organic grower in the region, so the markets call to request our presence a lot, quite amazing). I get to leave my junk in the little house in a field (that is mine for the whole summer!, score -- so key to be living where the stereo is, in the dance party house) and set off with my backpack Saturday morning. I'll find a place for a bike tune-up in the lil village near here, then I figure I can ride to the capital, dance my face off Sat, crash with the new friends I make (just have a feeling), then hop on the ferry to the South Island, and bike for a few days til I get to my next amazing WWOOF placement at a fancy B&B. Amazing, easy. Looks like the B&B folks are into biking so I'm hoping they can give me good recs on where to stay on my ride over, and once I'm there, I can bike to Abel Tasman daily, which I've been dying to check out since Sarah says it's the best.

Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetness.