04 New Zealand


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POST IN SPANISH

Yo me imagino que os acordaréis de esa gran idea llamada Earth Sandwich Project. Pero por si acaso os refresco la memoria: aprovechando que Nueva Zelanda está justo en las antípodas de España (como podéis comprobar en esta web), quise hacer un sandwich con la tierra, poner al planeta entre rebanada y rebanada de pan.

Earth Sandwich (spanish perspective)

Estando yo en Marton, resultó que las antípodas eran un pueblo llamado Cardiel de los Montes. Pues un chico muy majo (hola Pablo!) de ese pueblo encontró mi blog, y no sólo eso, sino que cumplió mi petición y puso su rebanada de pan.

Señores, el sandwich está hecho.

¡Oh sí!

Bread Slice in Cardiel de los Montes, Spain

Bread slice in Marton, New Zealand

¡Por cierto! ¡Gracias a ese anónimo voluntarioso, majo y guapo que me ha hecho el trabajo sucio con el Photoshop!

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ENGLISH VERSION

I believe you’ll remember that great idea called Earth Sandwich Project. Just in case, let me refresh your memory: as New Zealand is exactly the antipodes of Spain (as you can check in this website), I wanted to do a sandwich with the earth, put the planet between slice and slice.

Earth Sandwich (New Zealand perspective)

When I was in Marton, it turned out that the antipodes were a town called Cardiel de los Montes. Then a really nice guy (hi Pablo!) from that town found my blog, and not only found it, he also followed my request and put his slice of bread.

Ladies and gentlemen, the sandwich is done.

Oh yeah!

Me with the bread in Marton, New Zealand

Pablo with the bread in Cardiel de los Montes, Spain

By the way! Thanks to that anonymous, willing, cute and good-looking person that has done the dirty job with photoshop!

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Several weeks ago (click here to see the post) I told you about our new theory of kiwi animals, how a Pukiwi (also known as Takahe) was the son of a Pukeko and a Pukiwi.

Well, I guess if you have no idea of what those animals look like you might think we are crazy. But seriously, it all made sense when we thought of it!

Anyway, I promised a diagram of those animals, the real and the unreal ones. And thanks to Ina, here it is:

New Zealand birds

To sum up and to make sure that we all learn the lesson:

UNREAL ANIMALS: kiwi and pukiwi (formerly known by New Zealanders as takahe)
REAL ANIMALS: pukeko and pukiwi second (formerly known by New Zealanders as weka)

kiwi + pukeko = pukiwi
kiwi + pukeko = pukiwi second

As you all see, if a real animal has babies with an unreal animal two things might happen: a real baby or an unreal one. Our diagram clearly shows the birds development as we saw it. (never trust the books, we know the truth!!)

Darwin would be SO proud of us!!

New Zealand in numbers:

– Days been here: 125

– Kilometers done: more than 9.000. We’ll actually never know because we were stupid and we didn’t look at it when we rented our camper van in South Island.

– pictures taken: 1.298

– New friends on Facebook: 35

– NZ phone numbers registered in my cellphone: 23

– sheep and cows seen: more than in my entire life. Millions, seriously.

– memories that I’ll try never to forget: uncountable.

New Zealand in my heart:

Marty. The guys’ house. Their jam sessions. Jai. The road trips. The car. Eating salad for Christmas. The weird pineapple lumps. Jon. Shihad. Jägermeister. Listening to Pony Bravo. Listening to Fujiya&Miyagi. Summer. Beach. Forest. All green. All blue. Fish & chips. Hokey Pokey. Earthquake in Christchurch. Auckland. Wedding. Weeding. Rotorua smells like egg. Mince pie. Nelson. Madcester. Anzac biscuits. Wellington is alive. Anaya. Totos. Dresses. Salvation Army. I like lager beer. Yellow Submarine. Vampiritos. La niña. My first nephew. My grandma’s surgery. Being a hippie. La Fea. Cows. Sheep. “Highway”. Kiwi. Pukeko. Their idea of “city”. Their idea of “town”. Laughing. Crying. Smiling. Ok Cool.

Us

All in all, I’ll miss New Zealand.

I’m sorry I haven’t written properly about all that we have done lately. But well, as I told you, sometimes being travelling is not easy. And after 5 months travelling, I feel that I need a proper rest.

But, despite all, I don’t want to forget this period in Wellington. Because this city is just amazing. So European! Wellington has a city center, people walking in the street, Wellington has life! Wellington even has night life!!

So after three weeks I feel like I’ve been here forever. I can walk past friends in the street, I can even meet friends to have a coffee!

To sum up: all that we have done in the last three weeks is just enjoying this awesome city as much as we could. I’ve met soooo many nice people!

Me and Marina cooking catalan "panellets"

We even met a catalan guy (hola Ricky!!) who just arrived to Welly with his wife and kid, and we became friends immediately. So nice to find someone who truly understands your view of a certain country! And with Ricky we cooked a typical catalan food for autumn (in Barcelona we would eat this in October…): PANELLETS!

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Panellets

We have enjoyed the Kiwi typical Easter sweet too: Hot Cross Buns. Last year I did them by myself while in Spain. This year I just had to buy them.

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Hot Cross Bun

We also have visited all the city has to offer. The museums are great here! And also the Art Galleries. The best part, without a doubt, is the shopping area: Cuba Street is totally filled with amazing vintage shops. The first day Marina and I were nearly crying. I could spend so much money in those shops!!

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Te Papa museum in Wellington

Anyway, as I said, what I love the most from Wellington is its people: Anaya, Totos, Ricky, Ronise, el Pelos, el Otro, el Perla, Hugo, Laura 2, Andy, Alex, Laurent.

Oh guys! I’ll miss you! You made this weeks in the city just awesome!!

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Windy-Welly or Wellywood, just Wellington.

After all, I’ll miss New Zealand too.

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SPANISH VERSION

EL PROYECTO SANDWICH:

Antes que nada querria pedir disculpas por la ortografia de este post pero los teclados ingleses es lo que tienen, sin ENYES ni acentos ni nada de nada, pero bueno.

Estoy recibiendo varios mensajes a traves de facebook de gente interesada en cumplir el Proyecto Sandwich. Gente, molais mucho!!!

Asi que he pensado que se pueden hacer varios sandwiches. Y si la cosa ya se va de las manos hasta se puede hacer un concurso para elegir al mejor. Que os parece queridos lectores?

Total, no me enrollo, que quien quiera colaborar deberia enviarme a   croquetasdekiwi @ gmail.com

– foto de la rebanada de pan en su sitio (con o sin el autor del sandwich, lo dejo a vuestra libre eleccion)

– foto de alguno del cartel de alguno de los pueblos mencionados (Cardiel de los Montes o El Casar de Escalona) con la rebanada de pan (para comprobar la veracidad del sandwich! esto o se hace bien o no se hace!!)

Las fotos iran colgadas en este blog, y suplicare a alguna alma caritativa que me ayude a hacer algun montaje con photoshop (yo soy de paint, yeah!). En caso de que reciba fotos de mas de una persona… pues oye, no se, yo ire colgando sandwiches no?

(dios, me sangran los ojos de escribir sin acentos!)

Espero fotos!!!

Oh como mola el proyecto!!!

 

 

ENGLISH VERSION

THE EARTH SANDWICH PROJECT

I’m receiving lots of messages through facebook of people interested in helping me with the Earth Sandwich project. Guys, you rule!!!

So I’ve thought that several sandwiches can be done. And if I receive lots of them, I can even do a contest to choose the best. What do you think about it dear readers?

Anyway, whoever wants to help me, should send to    croquetasdekiwi @ gmail.com

– picture of the slice of bread (with or without the author of the sandwich, your choice)

– picture of the sign with the name of any of the mencioned towns (Cardiel de los Montes or El Casar de Escalona) with the slice of bread (to make sure that the sandwich is for real! we have to do it properly!)

The pictures will be in this blog, and I’ll ask some friend to help me with photoshop to build the sandwich (I’m team Paint! yeah!). If I receive more than one set of pictures, I’ll keep putting them on the blog until I decide what to do.

I’m looking forward to receive pictures!

This is sooo cool!!

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POST IN SPANISH.

A ver, que necesito ayuda. Sí sí. Necesito que tú, persona en las cercanías de Talavera de la Reina, leas con atención lo que te tengo que decir. Que yo ya sé que no hay mucha gente de Talavera de la Reina que lea este blog, de hecho sospecho que desde allí no me lee ni el Tato, pero oye, yo tengo que intentarlo.

El tema es que un amigo mío un día tuvo una idea brillante aprovechando que yo estoy en las antípodas: EL SANDWICH TERRESTRE.

¿Qué? ¿esta se ha vuelto loca?

Un momento, ¡calma!

Si entráis en esta web (sino ya os lo digo yo, no os preocupeis!): http://map.talleye.com/bighole.php podréis ver que las antípodas exactas desde Marton, New Zealand, están entre Cardiel de los Montes o El Casar de Escalona, cerca del río, sin pasar por la autopista. Y eso está cerca de Talavera de la Reina. Así que me pareció un buen punto para hacer el Sandwich. ¿Que lo podía haber hecho más fácil para vosotros? Correcto. Pero es que a mi me gusta Marton y la que empieza el sandwich soy yo. Punto pelota.

Yo puse mi rebanada, ahora necesito que alguien en España haga lo mismo y podamos tener al planeta entre pan y pan.

rebanada de pan // slice of bread

sandwich terrestre (primer paso) / earth sandwich (first step)

¿Que esto no sirve de nada? Correcto. Pero, ¿desde cuando me ha importado eso?

ENGLISH VERSION.

OK,  I need help. Yes. I need that you, person in the nearby of Talavera de la Reina, read carefully what I have to tell you. I know that there isn’t many people from around Talavera de la Reina reading this blog, actually I guess there won’t be anyone from there reading me, but I have to give it a try.

The thing is that a friend of mine one day had a brilliant idea with the fact that I am literally in the antipodes: THE EARTH SANDWICH.

What the f**k? Has she gone crazy?

What a minute. Stay calm!

If you enter in this website: http://map.talleye.com/bighole.php you’ll see that the antipodes from Marton, New Zealand, are between Cardiel de los Montes and El Casar de Escalona, close to the river, not by the highway. And that’s near Talavera de la Reina. So I thought it was a good place to do the Sanwich. Could I had done it easier for you, in Spain? Yes. But I like Marton and the one starting the sandwich is me. Period.

I placed my slice of bread, now I need someone in Spain doing the same so we can have the planet between slice and slice.

yo y el pan // me and the bread

Do you think this is totally worthless? Right. But, did I ever care about what people think?

Maybe it was about time to write something here. Two weeks since the last time!

So well, we have been in Wellington since the 27th. And Wellington is just awesome. And all the people that we have met are great and we have had heaps of fun.

Oh shit. For the first time in my life I’m running out of words. I don’t know how to explain the way I’m feeling.

It’s just that I don’t feel like writing. And I don’t feel like doing anything I usually do: going out that much, talking with as many people as I can. I’m tired. I’m overwhelmed. I’m anxious and all I want to do is to close myself in a room than I can call mine and listen to music while eating pizza all day.

Probably I’m just exhausted. It has been 5 months since we left Spain, and since then we haven’t slept in the same bed more than a week. Lately we have been changing bed every couple of days. And is not just a matter of “where I sleep”, that implies getting to know new people every couple of days, explaining them who am I, where I come from, where have I been, getting adapted to their places, to their manners. It’s not easy living without a closet, without a fridge. Every couple of days (or every three, or every four, doesn’t matter) we pack and unpack, we have to buy food that we will eat that day or in the following days because we can’t carry everything. Every couple of days we get used to a new area of the city, new bus lines.

Is just like, well, feeling misplaced since 5 months ago. Is the feeling that you can’t control your time and you can’t control who’s around you. I don’t have time for myself. It’s all about the museum that we have to see, the market next Saturday, the mountain we forgot, the lake, that club. I can stay a day in a house, yes, true, but then I feel guilty, like loosing time because I’m here once in my lifetime. But, what if I’m tired of being on holidays? What if I had enough?

Everybody says it is normal that I feel this way. Cool. That doesn’t change it.

I know I’ll love Melbourne. I know Australia will be incredible. It’s just that if I could, I wish I could go back home just for a week and hug my friends (because some of them are having a hard time) and meet my first nephew (born a month ago), tell my grandma that I love her, cook some muffins with my mum and hang my clothes in my closet. Just for a week. Feeling like belonging somewhere although I hate my town and I hate Barcelona (yes, I know I’m the only person on earth who hates Barcelona, but I do!).

So, I guess I just can wait. This too shall pass.

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