My time in New Zealand is rapidly coming to a close, and there's a lot that I won't have time to do. I won't be able to see Mount Taranaki, the Coromandel Peninsula, or Cape Reigna-- in fact, I'll largely be ignoring the northern half of the North Island. It makes me very sad, but at the same time I think it's wise to leave a bit undone, so that I have even more excuse to come back one day. (Maybe when I go to Australia!)
However! There was one thing that could CERTAINLY not be left undone. And THAT is wwoofing... with alpacas! Such an experience was high on my goal list even before I got to New Zealand, but I didn't ever find the right moment for it. When I started corresponding with the Woodhouse Family back in Napier, I thought the time had finally come. I had really hoped to spend a week or two with them before settling to work in Wellington, but in the end I (happily) found a job faster then expected. Instead, Kara and Jordan went there and I was left to dream of the day I might hug an alpaca.