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	<title>Kiwi Yarns</title>
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	<description>A kiwi travelling around New Zealand</description>
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		<title>Listening To Wild Kiwis at Karori Sanctuary Trust in Wellington</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 12:08:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>EarthgirlNZ</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Karori Sanctuary Trust is where kiwis breed nowadays in peace, just a few minutes away from downtown Wellington, capital city of New Zealand. One would not expect to find our national bird in this valley so close to the hustle and bustle of a big city, but the kiwis now have their own protected slice &#8230; <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/listening-to-wild-kiwis-at-karori-sanctuary-trust-in-wellington/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Swimming With The Dolphins in Bay of Islands, Northland</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 01:50:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>EarthgirlNZ</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last summer we went out on a dolphin expedition at the famous Bay of Islands up in Northland, New Zealand. We woke up early morning and climb onto the boat taking out at the sea while the sun started to climb out of the clouds behind our back. There was a little bit of wind &#8230; <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/swimming-with-the-dolphins-in-bay-of-islands-northland/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Jumpin Off The Taheke Falls, Northland, New Zealand</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 05:01:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>EarthgirlNZ</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As promised here is a little something that I will share from a Day in the Life of me way back when.... now these posts aren't gonna be in any particular order, they are pretty random regarding time frames hahaha

Ok... Jumping of the falls! Yep i was wanna those crazy kids who just wanted to give it a go!! The waterfalls in question are the legendary Taheke Falls in Northland where I grew up... there was a small one that we used to jump off because when you hit the water the bubbles used to pick you up and pop you out the other side easy as... and those ones had this natural slide down the side of a rock where the baby eels used to swim up.. had to make sure didn't get under the shorts hahaha! Sun bathing with ya mates on the hot flat rocks listening to the thunder of water meeting air meeting water..... <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/jumpin-off-the-falls/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Lethal Mongrels On The Run In Otakiri, Bay of Plenty</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 14:15:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>EarthgirlNZ</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Now my mate lived not too far away, a couple of paddocks away to be precise. We hung out quite a bit as teenagers (we would have sneaky smokes, listen to The Doors and have a bloody good laugh really). Now one particular night I hooned over to her place with my torch and oversized gumboots, carefully navigating my way as there was this huge ass mother of a drain smack-bang in the middle of it! SLOP SLOP....pulling the 'Gummies' out if they happened to get suctioned in by the mud.

It was the usual sort of a night for us...music, laughter, smoking, dancing like rock queens. We'd wish that Jim Morrison was still alive so we could drool more! Bloody Nora! Anyway, no-one else was at her place at the time, so the house was ours for a few hours so we could live it up! Just had to make sure I didn't go green again... like I did this one night...puking outside by the trampoline wishing I was never introduced to Black Russian! <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/lethal-mongrels/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>A Bad Girl On A motorbike From Tikitiki, Gisborne</title>
		<link>http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/bad-girl/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 13:47:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>EarthgirlNZ</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When you grow up on a farm there's bound to be some shit happening or some kind of catastrophe.

We had this awesome as motorbike that we would pretend we were stunt riders and always trying to better the other jumping bigger jumps, skidding the ass end of it out trying to do 360 degree turns.  We were stunt stars... at least at home.

On one particular day I 'stole' it and put on my best gears (stonewash jeans, gumboots, black jacket, huge ass helmet and super goggles).... classy bitch I tell ya!  I started off doing small jumps...I needed heaps of practice if I was going to be better than my bro... by the way it was his bike, not OUR bike haha. Hooning off like the clappers, jumping what felt like 100 feet but probably only one foot.

Ended up with my bro coming out yelling "Get off my bloody bike you bitch!", "You didn't ask! Get off!", fair enough haha.  Just made me want to push the bike harder and faster! Ended up skidding out this way and that and watching my brother run at me then disappear as I boosted beyond.  Took great pleasure in watching him angry and not being able to get near me... knowing full well that when I got off I just had to bloody bolt and get the hell out of there as we probably would have got into fisty cuffs haha (don't get me wrong but we were close as, but annoyed the hell out of each other and ended up in a big scene afterwards). <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/bad-girl/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Maggots and Earwigs Surfing in Waipatiki, Hawke&#8217;s Bay</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 12:36:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>EarthgirlNZ</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Hawke's Bay]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[This story starts off with a blue mini van with surfboards strapped to the roof, 2 blokes, and a kiwi girl.  Destination 1... Takou Bay.  Destination 2... Matauri Bay ,  only the best surf breaks ever!  But alas this isn't about surfing, this is about a series of unfortunate events for 3 pimple popping teenagers.

Hooning off in the mini van (aptly named The Brick) excited and amped.  Nothing could damper our spirits and the thrill of the wave.  The break was about an hour away and we needed to refuel The Brick and our guts.  We decided to shoot off to the local supermarket.  The kind of supermarket that was way too over priced for the locals, out of stock shelves and chips in the concrete floor (nothing flash about that, but hey, what you don't know don't hurt you, as all we teenagers saw was aisles and aisles of food, food, glorious food!).

We used to love sinking our teeth into the little red skinned pre-cooked sausages, so bought a packet of those to munch on.  Then we diverted to the local dairy and picked out the tastiest milkshakes on the planet...hmmmm? Lime? Creaming Soda? Caramel? Bloody choices! Lime it is and one each, awesome.  Now we were ready to do the miles and talk shit on the way to the ultimate ride.  This day was perfect...so far. <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/maggots-earwigs/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The World&#8217;s Fastest Car Bonnet From Otaua, New Zealand</title>
		<link>http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/the-worlds-fastest-car-bonnet/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2011 12:35:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>EarthgirlNZ</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Northland]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[This story is about a classic experience that most farm kids would have experienced back in the days when you weren't wrapped up in cotton wool... getting towed behind a bike riding a bonnet of a car at break neck speed.  The more freaked out we were the better aye?!  Bloody lucky really as Dad was a panel beater and we had a couple of spares lying around, perfect!

Yep, we had the car bonnet from 'narm'.  Not very pleasing to the eye but man, we could get catapulted at sudden right angles on the damn thing like a massive rubber band!  Looking back on it now, we could have waxed the bottom of it to break the sound/speed barrier and gotten closer to the heavens with our death defying maneuvers haha!

Picture this.... a wickedly over sized helmet, 'hory-boryarlus' rope, a farm bike and a clapped out old bonnet beyond repair.  When we could be bothered we wore over sized ski goggles or sunglasses to stop the bugs and crap shooting into our eyeballs! And to top it off... if the cows had been in the paddock previously then we got shit flung up from the wheels of the bike! Nice, that's what people love (sarcasm), shit in the face!  But, no matter how many cow patties hammered us we waited impatiently for our turn to face the same punishment, loving every minute of it! Screaming and laughing our tits off with mouths wide open...idiots. <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/the-worlds-fastest-car-bonnet/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Eel Gets The Bash in a Fishing Story from Ngawha, Northland, New Zealand</title>
		<link>http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/the-eel-gets-the-bash/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 10:34:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>EarthgirlNZ</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ngawha, Northland, New Zealand. This location was basically my 2nd home and is where the next New Zealand story is derived from. I used to help on my best mates Marae in the kitchen and I made a damn good coleslaw I might add. Used to strap on the gloves and shell oyster after oyster. One for me, one for the pot, one for me, one for the pot. The blokes laid down the Hangi (earth oven, traditional Maori cooking in the ground, bloody yum I tell ya!).

Sometimes when there were 100's of people staying we would have to set up beds in an old school up The Lane near the Marae. The school has been retired of its services for many years now, and the families/friends who rest their heads on the pillows were protected by the spirits of the elders/forefathers who have passed. This old school was up The Lane, a short rickety road with homes of the Whanau (families)dotted on both sides. Dogs tied up with a bit of rope or roaming to scavenge what they could find, and kids hooning around outside in their own world. <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/the-eel-gets-the-bash/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Lamb Chops With Big Nuts in Ohaeawai, New Zealand</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 11:33:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>EarthgirlNZ</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Have you ever wondered why some farmers aptly name their pet animals after a dish on their plates?  Well, I don't have an answer either ok?  But I can tell you now that is what we used to call our sheep up on our farm in Ohaeawai, NZ.

He was a ram and to us kids he was a grumpy bastard with big nuts that used to hang down past his 'knees'.  Dunno how he managed to run with those a knockin' from side to side... but he could run like the wind if he could smell the scent of fear.  We weren't supposed to get to the cowshed via the main road as we may have been mistaken for road kill from time to time, so we had to cross Lamb Chops paddock to make our way to the hay barn and cowshed. <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/lamb-chops-with-big-nuts/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>A Flooded Bridge, A Rope and A School Bus in Otaua, Northland, New Zealand</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 15:09:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>EarthgirlNZ</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The day started with rain, rain and more rain. Woke up breathing first (good start to the day I reckon) then after the morning thing, jumped on the school bus to go to school. Our bus had to cross a rickety bridge, not that we thought that at the time as it was just a bridge.....sweet! Now the local farmers used to keep an eye on the water levels as the river would rise so high that it would spill over the bridges and make it nearly impossible to get to and from home. They would call the school and there would be an announcement "Otaua bus pupils, please go to the hall". So we were obviously peeved that we had to finish the school day early to go home..... NOT! Classmates were so envious as they would say stuff like "oh man, can we come to your place bro?" etc etc. Some of the gifted ones would be like "course you ca...........'nt". Hooning out of the classroom 'woohooing' and all that jazz, yeh rubbing salt into wounds so to speak hehe. <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://www.kiwiyarns.com/2011/a-flooded-bridge-a-rope-a-school-bus/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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