The End of New Zealand

Tomorrow we leave New Zealand.  And as far as we know, we won't be back, at least not with Precision this time around.  But we hope to come back.  Really, really hope to come back!  Our last few days here were pretty exciting ones.

First of all, Zach was here!  

That's right, Precision flew Zach to us again acting as mule!  This time it was big boxes of the new and improved version of the paddles that go in the clean grain elevator--remember, the thing I know how to do?  So most of Monday was spent working on doing the paddle switch in a few combines.  Which wasn't too torturous for Zach considering it was pouring down rain.  All day.  Kind of a bummer.  This extreme guy has dreamed of getting to go to New Zealand to do all the cool extreme stuff!  Little bit of a let down to spend so much time in the car driving between combines.  But hey, we made it fun, jamming to Lecrae and Beautiful Eulogy and trying out our kiwi accents and dying laughing at ourselves.  Tweenty-see-ven.  

Funny story about accents.  One night at the takeaway place where we were grabbing some turkish kebabs the cashier asked us where we were from (a question we get quite frequently), and then went on to say she loved our accent!  How funny is that!  I wonder if they try to imitate us like we do them.

Anyway, Tuesday was much brighter and no rain in sight!  Jonathan went to work, but Zach and I toured Hobbiton!  I was thrilled to get to go back, and Zach loved the experience too!  We had a blast!

 The Shire.

 Chilling at the Green Dragon.

Zach also slept a lot.  The jet lag was pretty tough on him.  But I definitely didn't mind having someone to chill with, hang out with, play Scrabble with, laugh with, and goof off with during those long afternoons when Jonathan was out riding in the combine.

Good stuff!  Fun times!

And now, tomorrow we're off.  Beach Cottage-bound!  Restful and relaxing weekend up ahead!  Cheers, New Zealand!  It's been fun!