My first impression as I got off the bus, into Adam’s car and driving up the muddied track to his house, was just how in the middle of nowhere it was. I was met at the bus stop, or I should say, where the bus stopped at the side of the road, by Adam, my …
I recently signed up to be part of the New Zealand Wwoofing (willing workers on organic farms) community and within a few days had arranged my first stay. The idea behind wwoofing is that a volunteer will stay with a host on their organic farm, working in exchange for food and accommodation and providing a …
