The Rotten Apple Interactive Adventure Book By Travis Haan Contact: The Rotten Apple Backpacker Hostel 114

Heretaunga St. East Hawkes Bay, Hastings 4122 New Zealand +64 (06) 878-4363 www.rottenapple.co.nz

How this book works

At the end of every page or two youll be given a choice that will determine what happens next in the story. To progress through the story click the link that corresponds with your choice. The story wont make any sense if you just keep scrolling down without clicking the links. Do you understand these instructions? Yes, you understand. No, you do not understand.

You wake up one day

and realize you really, really want to live in another country for at

least one year in your life, but you dont have enough money to take a year off work much less go sightseeing in a foreign country. This really bums you out for a while, but you decide there has to be a way to live in another country for a while. So you do a few Google searches and find out that if youre under 30 years old you can get a working holiday visa to New Zealand, and when you arrive in country you can work on fruit farms to earn money, which you can then use to travel around the North and South islands. Anytime you start running out of money you can just go to the nearest fruit farm and work for another month or two. And best part is that its not hard to find work, because there are working backpacker hostels in New Zealand that find seasonal fruit work for their guests. So as long as you can get to one of those hostels you can survive in New Zealand. You get to thinking about it, and you decide this adventure is too feasible not to take. So you go to the New Zealand immigration website and see if youre eligible to work. You pass the test. So you create an account on the New Zealand immigration site and follow the instructions. You get a passport, pay a few fees, get a medical checkup, and a few months later you get your working holiday visa in the mail. While youre waiting for that to get approved you go on a shopping spree to all the camping and traveling stores around town. You try out all the latest backpacks, meal kits and clothing designed for campers. Unfortunately you cant afford it because you paid $1400 for your plane ticket to New Zealand. Luckily someone you know lets you borrow their old backpack and a few bobs and bits. The day comes when your plane is leaving. You kiss your friends and family goodbye and get dropped off at the airport. You hand over all your earthly belongings at the baggage check and then hand over your dignity at the security screening checkpoint. You make a quick run to the toilet and find your boarding gate with about six minutes to spare. You spend the next bagillion hours flying through the air in a metal tube at close to the speed of sound. You watch a couple of predictable action movies and a sappy romance, eat a few surprisingly good precooked meals and fail to find a comfortable position to sit in for half a day.

Eventually the pilot puts the seatbelt sign on and announces to prepare for landing. The plane lands smoothly and taxis to its gate. As soon as the doors open everyone around you stampedes off the plane like it was on fire. Once the trampling herd is gone you unbuckle your seatbelt and stroll off the plane. As youre exiting your plane you hear a group of girls in front of you speaking in a Kiwi accent. So you stop them and ask how to get to The Rotten Apple Backpacker Hostel in Hastings. They tell you that you can take The Naked Bus or the Intercity Bus for pretty cheap. Your other option is to fly to Napier, which is right next to Hastings, and then take a short bus trip from the airport to Hastings. Would you rather take the bus or fly? Take the bus to Hastings. Fly to Napier.

You chose to take the bus to Hastings. You take an airport shuttle to the SKYCITY bust station and board a bus headed to Hastings. The trip takes seven hours, but you hardly notice the time pass because your nose is glued to the window. You cant believe how much the countryside really does look like the Shire from Lord of the Rings. You also come to fully understand why there are so many sheep shagging jokes about New Zealand. You pass countless hills, mountains and valleys covered in sheep. Eventually you arrive in Hastings and get off the bus. Directly across from the bus stop is a Subway and a couple of ethnic takeaway restaurants. So you walk over to order some food and ask the cashier where the Rotten Apple is. They tell you its right around the corner just opposite the I-site and the town centre. You thank them, stuff your food in your hungry face and head around the corner to the Rotten Apple. You find the sign hanging from the veranda and head inside. You walk up a flight of stairs and go to the reception desk. The walls of the reception area are covered in postcards from all over the world. Behind the counter stands a Kiwi guy wearing surfer shorts, leather wrist bands and hot pink retro sunglasses. He says, Welcome to the Rotten Apple. Im Jason. You here looking for work? You reply, For starters. Jason says, Ill take that as a yes. Would you rather work in the apple orchards or the vineyards? Work in the apple orchards. Work in the Vineyards.

You chose to fly to Napier. You saved a lot of money before coming to New Zealand, and you dont want to sit in a bus for another seven hours. So you buy a plane ticket from Auckland to Napier. After a quick flight you land in Napier, the self-proclaimed art deco capital of the world. As youre waiting at the carousel to pick up your baggage you see a couple of old ladies dressed like its 1933 speaking in a Kiwi accent. You ask them why Napier calls itself the art deco capital of the world and what the heck is art deco anyway? They explain that an earthquake levelled the city in 1931. Since the whole city had to be rebuilt, and art deco architecture was all the rage back then, they built the whole city in that style. Then the old ladies proceed to tell you their life stories and the life stories of everyone they know. Luckily the bus arrives and you use it as an excuse to run away. Finally you arrive in Hastings and get off the bus. You walk around the corner and easily find the Rotten Apple Backpacker Hostel. You go in and walk up a flight of stairs to the reception desk. The walls of the reception area are covered in postcards from all over the world. Behind the counter is a Kiwi guy leaned back in an office chair wearing pyjamas, a bath robe and bright purple retro sunglasses. On his bathrobe is a name tag that says, Jason. You say to Jason, Excuse me? He doesnt respond. You say, Excuse me. A little louder, and he jerks his head up. He says, What do you want from me? You reply, I need a job? Jason thinks about that for a few moments and says, in a vineyard or an orchard? Work in the apple orchards. Work in the Vineyards.

You chose to work in the orchards. You tell Jason youre not a pussy and pick the orchard work. He nods at you sagely and says hell call the orchard to find out when you start work. In the meantime you can get settled into the hostel. Before you can do that though you need to pick a room you want to live in for the next couple of months. Jason asks if you have a BBH card, and you say yes. Jason points to the price list on the wall and asks which room you want. Stay in a double room for $145 per week. Stay in a twin room for $110 per week. Stay in a four share for $95 per week Stay in the ten share for $95 per week

You chose to pick Grapes. You explain to Jason that you youve always thought vineyards were one of the most romantic places at work. Since you were a child you dreamt of running through the green, leafy rows laughing and skipping. Jason rolls his eyes at you behind his sunglasses and says hell call the vineyard to find out when you start work. In the meantime you can get settled into the hostel, but first you need to pick a room you want to live in for the next couple of months. He asks if you have a BBH card, and you say you have no idea what that means. He says its a card you can buy for $45 that gets you a discount in a lot of New Zealand hostels. You figure if itll save you money in the long run you may as well get one. So you buy the card. Then Jason points to the BBH price list on the wall and says, So what kind of room do you want? Stay in a double room for $145 per week. Stay in a twin room for $110 per week Stay in a four share for $95 per week Stay in the ten share for $95 per week

You chose to stay in a double room. Privacy is important enough to you to pay a little extra. So you choose a double room and pay Jason. He gives you a quick tour of the hostel and takes you to your room. Instead of room numbers each room in the hostel is named after a famous traveller. You drop off your bags and spend a few minutes loitering in the hallway reading the little signs that explain what each of the explorers the rooms were named after did. You notice theres a lot of people drinking and laughing on the back porch. So you decide to join the party. You go outside and introduce yourself and ask a lot of questions about work and Hastings. After a few minutes Jason pokes his head out the door and tells you that he just got off the phone with the contractor youll be working for. Youll leave at 7am, and youll be riding with a German couple who are also staying at the Rotten Apple and own their own car. You ask what kind of work youll be doing, and he tells you that youll be doing apple thinning, which means you pick off the small, excess apples from trees to make sure the apples that are left have enough nutrients and room to grow. Youll be getting paid by contract, which means you get paid for every tre e you thin the excess apples off of. That means the faster you work the more money you can make. While youre thinking about all the money you can make Jason tells you that you can choose to thin small trees for $1.50 each or big trees for $8 each. Which kind of trees would you like to thin? Thin small trees for $1.50 per tree. Thin big trees for $8 dollars per tree.

You chose to stay in a twin room. You pay for a week and head over to your room. Both beds are empty, which means three things. You dont have a roommate yet. You can take the bottom bunk, and you can masturbate ...at least until you get a roommate. Half an hour later Jason knocks on your door and waits impatiently for your to open it. When you finally do he tells you that he just got off the phone with the contractor youll be working for. Youll leave at 7am, and youll be riding with a French surfer who owns a campervan. You ask what kind of work youll be doing, and he tells you that youll be doing apple thinning, which means you pick off the small, excess apples from trees to make sure the remaining apples have enough nutrients and room to grow. Youll be getting paid by contract, which means you get paid for every tree you thin the excess apples off of. So the faster you work the more money you can make, but if youre really slow you wont make any money. You intend to work your hardest and make piles and piles of cash. While youre thinking about all the wanton luxuries youre going to spend your upcoming fortune on Jason tells you that you can choose to thin small trees for $1.50 each or big trees for $8 each. Which kind of trees would you like to thin? Thin small trees for $1.50 per tree. Thin big trees for $8 dollars per tree.

You choose to stay in a 4 share. You figure youd like a little bit of community but not too much. So you pick the four share. You pay your rent and buy a gigabyte of wifi. Then Jason shows you to your room. You open the door to your room and look in. Every wall has backpacks and clothes oozing out of them. The top bunk on the bed to your right seems has the blanket rolled up neatly at the foot of the bed indicating the bed is available. On the floor next to the ladder is a green canvas travel bag filled with several kilos of trail mix. Youre not sure what to think of that. You throw your stuff on your bed and cross the hallway to the bathroom for a shit, shower and shave. Half an hour later you walk back down the hall towards the living room. As you pass the reception desk Jason shouts that hes just got off the phone with the contractor youll be working for. Youll leave at 7am. A big Maori guy with a lot of tattoos will pick you up in a white van, and he doesnt like it when youre late. You ask what kind of work youll be doing, and Jason tells you that youll be doing apple thinning, which means you pick off the small, excess apples from trees to make sure the remaining apples get all the sugar and have enough room to grow. Youll be getting paid by contract, which means you get paid for every tree you thin the excess apples off of. That means the faster you work the more money you can make. You can choose to thin small trees for $1.50 each or big trees for $8 each. Which kind of trees would you like to thin? Thin small trees for $1.50 per tree. Thin big trees for $8 dollars per tree.

You chose to stay in the 10 share. You fail to notice that the four share and the ten share are the same price. Since you dont have a lot of money you pick the ten share mistakenly assuming its cheaper than the four share. Jason points his finger out the reception window at the door to your right. Thats your room. Pick any free bed you want. You can put your stuff in one of the empty boxes under the bed. Lights out at ten thirty. You go pick a bed and set your backpack down next to it. Your legs are aching from sitting for like the past day and a half. So you decide to get out and stretch them. You head downstairs and exit out the front door. You look to your right and see the town centre. Theres a huge circular fountain with a weird, giant metal ball suspended in the air above it. To the left of that are three or four sheep. You cant believe this town is so hick there are sheep loitering in the town centre. But then you realize the sheep are actually made out of concrete. Youre a little bummed that there arent actually sheep just wandering around the town centre. But still, even concrete sheep is pretty provincial. Anyway, you wander down the main street and check out all the second hand shops. You get back to the hostel sweaty and nasty. Jason greets you and informs you that youll leave for work at 7am, and youll be riding with a car-full of South Americans. You ask what kind of work youll be doing, and he says, Apple thinning. You ask what that is and he says, Oh, you just pick the excess apples off trees and throw them on the ground. Theyll explain it all when you get there. Also, you can pick which kind of orchard you want to work on. One has small trees, and you get paid for $1.50 per tree. The other has big trees, and you get paid $8 each for those. Which one do you want? Thin small trees for $1.50 per tree. Thin big trees for $8 dollars per tree.

You chose to stay in a double room. You dont want to have to share a room with a bunch of strangers. So you get the double room. You pay your rent and buy a pack of cigarettes for $17. After you curse New Zealand for its ludicrously expensive tobacco prices Jason gives you a quick tour of the hostel and takes you to your room, which is the last room on the left at the end of the hallway. You put your backpack in the closet and hop on the bed to see how firm it is. Its abou t what you expected. You look out the window and all you see are clothes hanging from clothes lines. You open the window and realize you can hop right out onto the roof of the Indian restaurant downstairs. So you crawl out your window and navigate your way through a maze of clothes lines until you find a door. You walk through it and find yourself in the living room. Jason waves you over to the reception area and says there are a few jobs available. You can do wire lifting, which means you spend all day raising the wires that the grape vines grow on to stretch out the vines vertically or you can do bud rubbing, which doesnt involve buds or rubbing. What it does involve is you bending over all day and breaking off little branches and vines that grow out of the base of grape plants. You ask which one is worse, and Jason replies, Bud rubbing. With that, yeah, your backs gonna hurt. Wire lifting is almost fun. Either way, take plenty of water, and wear sunscreen and a hat. Theres no shade in the middle of a vineyard. So, yeah. Do you want to do wire lifting or bud rubbing? Do wire lifting. Do bud rubbing.

You chose to stay in a twin room. Youre too cheap to pay for a double room, but youre too pampered to stay in the ten share. So you compromise and Tell Jason you want the twin room. You notice that rent is cheaper if you pay by the month, and you just arrived with all your savings. So you can afford to pay a month to get that extra discount. You pay for a month, and as Jason hands you your change he says, I dont know why everybody doesnt do that. You reply, Maybe they dont know how long theyre gonna stay? Jason says, Whatever. After a quick tour of the hostel Jason shows you to your room and hands you your key. You open the door, and theres a Spaniard stretched out on the bottom bunk wearing nothing but bright blue man whore panties. You put your backpack against the back wall opposite the other backpack thats already there. You fuss with putting the rest of your travel gear into the box under the bed. The whole time the Spaniard is asking you questions and youre talking to each other and its really awkward because you knowthe man whore panties. Just then Jason knocks on the door and walks in and joins the conversation. Youre not sure if that makes it more or less awkward. Jason says that you can choose to do one of two jobs tomorrow. You can either do wire lifting, where you unhook wires from poles and then rehook them at a higher spot on the poleor you can do bud rubbing, which is just breaking off twigs from the base of grape plants. You ask which pays more, and he says it all depends on the details of the contract, and in this particular case the bud rubbing pays more, but bud rubbing can be harder than wire lifting. Which job do you want? Do wire lifting. Do bud rubbing.

You chose to stay in a 4 share. You ask which room has the coolest people in it, and after thinking about it for a bit Jason says, The four share. You exchange nods, and then he says, Now give me my money. You pay the rent and head to your room. You squeeze past a young couple making out in the middle of the hall and find the door labelled Fernandez. Your key unlocks it, and you go in. Both the beds on the bunk to your left have the blankets rolled up towards the foot of the bed. Both the beds on the bunk to your right are covered in wrinkled clothes. You stow your things away under the bunk to your left and head back out to the living room. As you enter the room a crazy eyed Scotsman wearing a football jersey grabs you by the shoulder. The man is visibly drunk, and you can smell whiskey on his breath.and coming out of his pores. He talks excitedly for a long time, but you cant understand a word he says. Every once and a while you smile and nod your head and say, Yep. After about the fifth yep the Scotsman slaps you on the back and says, Thats the spirit mate. Then he strides over to the pool table and starts racking the balls. It turns out you agreed to play a game of pool, which you play and lose. Afterwards the Scotsman starts leaning on you and shouting in your ear again until Jason waves you over to the reception desk. He says hes got work for you tomorrow. You can either do wire lifting, which involves unhooking wires from poles and then rehooking them at a higher spot on the poleor you can do bud rubbing, which is j ust breaking off twigs from the base of grape plants. You ask which work crew has the most attractive people. Jason thinks about it for a minute and says, Bud rubbing. Do wire lifting. Do bud rubbing.

You chose to stay in the 10 share. You want the real hostel experience. So you choose the ten share, and when you walk into your room youre not disappointed. There are half naked people scattered throughout the beds sleeping in the middle of the afternoon. There are fishing poles and surfboards leaned against the walls, which are covered in classic rock posters, and none of the sheets match. You pump your fist and say to yourself, Yes. You take the last free bed, which is on the top bunk in the middle of the room. A well-tanned hippie with colourful dreadlocks is laying in the bottom bunk underneath your bed playing an 8-bit video game on his cheap cell phone. He introduces himself, and his accent sounds slightly Russian but not really. You ask him if hes working, and he tells you hes doing wire lifting. You have no idea what hes talking about. So you ask him to explain. He says, Imagine barbed wire fence with no barbs. You unhook wires where attached to fence post, lift them up to higher place and reattach them. You ask, Why you would ever need to do that? He says, This stretches the grape vine up. This way they dont hang on ground and get run over by tractor. Also, the grapes, they get light, and this is important to become ripe. Jason interrupts your conversation and asks you if youd rather do wire lifting or bud rubbing. You ask which one pays better, and Jason says they pay the same. You forget to ask Jason what bud rubbing is before you hear the words come out of your mouth telling Jason which job you want to do. What do you tell him you want to do? Do wire lifting. Do bud rubbing.

You chose to thin big trees. You can either get paid $1.50 per tree or $8 per tree. The choice is obvious. You greedily blurt out, Eight dollars! I want the $8 trees! Jason says, Very popular choice. Tomorrow youll find out if it was a good one. In the meantime, were having a killer pool tournament tonight. Do you want to sign up? You ask, Whats killer pool? Jason says, You get a bunch of people to play pool. Each person gets one shot, and you can hit any ball on the table. You start with three lives, and every time you miss a shot you lose a life, but if you get the black ball in you win a life. When you lose all three lives youre out of the game, but you get a shot of tequila. You ask, What does the winner get? Jason answers, Two shots of tequila. You say, Sure, sign me up. After an intense night of killer pool and bonding with the other backpackers you wake up early to get ready for your first day work. You meet with the people youre supposed to ride with on the back porch and drive out to the orchard following directions Jason printed out for you. During the ride an Argentinian girl sitting next to you keeps talking about how much money you can make if you push yourself as hard as hard as possible, but a little voice in your head warns you not to. What will you do? Work fast. Pace yourself.

You chose to thin small trees. Youre fully capable of doing hard work, but lets face it. Youre straight up lazy. No part of you want s to thin gigantic $8 trees. So you say you want the small trees. Jason says, Alright, Ill sign you up for the crew working on the young orchard. By the way, tonight were having a poker tournament. Do you want me to sign you up for that too? Pokers fun, and its a good way to meet people. So you agree. The game starts at 8pm with 14 people, and it ends up lasting until 2am. One by one the other players get eliminated and head off to bed until the only two players left are you and a tall Belgian with sli cked back hair. You realize its more important to get to sleep than to win the game so you keep betting all your chips in a desperate attempt to lose, but miraculously you keep winning until youve taken all of the Belgians chips. You dont have much time to gloat over your victory because you practically sleepwalk from the poker table in the living room to your bedroom. The next morning you sleep through your alarm clock, but one of the other backpackers who will be riding with you to work wakes you up leaving you enough time to rush through your morning routine. At 7am you pile into your work vehicle with backpackers from every corner of the world. A barrel chested Brazilian next to you brags and boasts the whole way to the orchard about how much money he can make and how fast he can work. His enthusiasm rubs off on you, and by the time you arrive at the orchard youre seriously pumped up. You meet the farmer, who explains how the job is done and warns you not to push yourself too hard but not to slack off either. How fast do you want to work? Work fast. Pace Youreself.

You chose to do wire lifting. Youve done work that involves bending over all day, and you know you could do it if you had to, but if you have a choice youd rather not. So you pick wire lifting even though you still dont fully understand what it involves. Jason informs you that theres going to be a silly hat party and a punch bowl tonight. He encourages you to join, but you didnt come all the way to New Zealand to meet new people. You came all this way to sit in your room and play on your Ipad and Skype your friends and family back home. So you spend the evening lying in bed listening to the muffled sounds of laughing and shouting coming from the living room. Youre well rested for your first day of work. So you wake up early and take your time getting ready. You meet the people youre riding to work with in the back parking lot and pile into a strangers vehicle. After a short but beautiful drive out of Hastings you arrive at the vineyard. A big, jolly farmer pulls up behind you in an expensive, shiny work tr uck that looks like its never done any work. The farmer gets out and explains what youre doing. Each row of grape vines has a tall metal pole in between every fourth grape vine. There are four wires that run the entire length of the row and are held in place on the posts by sliding into little notches on the pole. The small, young grape vines are wrapped around the bottom two wires. Your job is to lift the second and third wires to a higher place on the pole and tuck the vines up into the wall of wires so they dont fall down on the ground. The contractor says you can either work for minimum wage and get paid hourly or you can get paid by the number of grape plants you lift the wires on. How would you like to get paid? Work for contract pay. Work for hourly pay.

You chose to do bud rubbing. Wire lifting sounds confusing, but breaking twigs off plants sounds simple enough. So you choose bud rubbing. Jason says, Bud rubbing can be pretty tough when there are a lot of big twigs, but if theres not that many its pretty easy. A lot of the time you can just kick the twigs off with your feet without bending down. But youll see how it goes tomorrow. You ask, So whats there to do in Hastings tonight? Jason says, Theres never much going on in Hastings. So we have to make our own fun. In a couple of minutes were going to play car park cricket. You wanna join? It doesnt matter if you dont know anything about cricket. The way we play you just hit the ball with the bat and run and touch the wall and run back to where you started. You keep doing that until the pitcher either hits the trash can behind you or someone catches a ball you hit. You agree to the cricket game and spend the afternoon making a fool of yourself in the car park, but you have an awesome, sweaty time doing it. After taking a shower you lay down in your bed for quick nap but end up sleeping the rest of the night. You wake up rested and find the people youre riding to work with in the back car park. One the way to work you ask the Argentinian girl in the seat next to you how much you get paid. She says you can choose to get paid by contract, which means you get paid per plant or you can get paid hourly. You can make more money on contract, but youre not stressed out on hourly. You ask how everyone else wants to get paid, and they all say, contract without hesitating. How do you want to get paid? Work for contract pay. Work for hourly pay.

You chose to thin big trees at a fast pace. A couple more cars pull into the orchard, and a motley crew of international backpackers pile out. Close by are a bunch of tall aluminium ladders. You find the lightest one and carry it over to the first row of apple trees. The trees are so big the ladder doesnt reach the top of them. You study the row of trees stretching out in front of you. The trunks are massive, and branches big enough to stand on just out over the rows. You wedge the ladder as close to the trunk as possible and scamper up it like a possum. You start pulling little apples off as fast as you can being careful to leave six inches between each apple. The farmer comes by to see how youre doing and yells at you for dropping apples onto the apples on the branches below. He tells you its going to bruise the apples, and they wont be able to sell them after theyre harvested. You kick yourself for making a bad first impression and try to make up for it by working faster and more carefully. You work as fast as you can, but you have to keep moving the ladder around the trees to reach the ends of the long branches. You notice all the girls working in the rows next to you are going faster than you. So you work faster to catch up with them, but the faster you work the more you freak out. By the end of the day youre physically, mentally and emotionally drained. Plus, you barely earned any money, because despite all your hard work, you hardly thinned any trees. You dont know how youre going to make it another day apple thinning, but nobody else is crying or quitting. So you suck it up and go back the next day and the next and the next. The first week is torture, but by the end of it you learn how to pace yourself and youre thinning three times as many trees as you did your first day. By the end of the second week your body still hurts, but youve gotten into the groove of things. You dont think about your muscles or how much work you have left to do. You just focus on the apples in front of you and try to forget about time.

Over the next few weeks you replace a few kilos of body fat with muscle, and you replace the dust in your wallet with New Zealand dollars. You spend your breaks at work chatting with people from all over the world and you find out about a lot of international bands youve never heard of. You swap music with a few guys and give them a tour of your artistic tastes. One day you find out theres going to be a long weekend because of Easter. You bring up the point that New Zealand is a secular countryso why is Easter a national holiday in a country that almost unanimously agrees that Christianity is mythology? None of the other back packers are able to answer your question. Now youve made an awkward silence in the conversation by talking about religion. To move things on you quickly turn the topic of conversation to how everyone is going to spend their Easter break. It turns out its also a Dutch girls birthday, and she wants everyone to go on one big trip together. Shes decided she either wants to go to Taupo or to a secluded beach. She graciously lets the crowd vote on which one of her two top choices everyone is going to do. The vote comes down to a tie, and youre the tie breaker. What do you want to do? Go to Taupo. Go to the secluded beach.

You chose to thin big trees at a moderate pace. A thought occurs to you as youre standing underneath the first tree on your row looking up at the massive branches twisting above and around you. This is absolutely insane. No matter where you put the ladder against a tree you can only pick about a quarter of the apples on that tree. So youre going to have to keep moving this gigantic aluminium ladder all over the place and climbing up and down. Its going to be a callisthenic marathon. Wisely you set a steady pace for yourself and focus more on studying and improving your technique than you do about pushing yourself to move your body faster. Still, you work your butt off, and by the end of the day youre tired, achy and sweaty. The day felt like it lasted a n eternity, and you barely got any trees done. You walk back to your car with your empty water bottles looking glum. As you pass your supervisor he says, Dont be so hard on yourself, bro. You did way better than most people their first day. Watch, in a week youll be doing three times what you done today. You come back the next day and keep working on your technique and your pace. You play moderately paced music on your MP3 player, and try not to think discouraging thoughts. In no time at all youre making the kind of money you expected to make. You spend more time in the evening sleeping and less time hanging out than you would have liked, but you figure the more money you make the more free time you can afford later. You wake up one morning and shuffle into the living room on the way to the kitchen for your morning coffee. On the wall of the living room is a huge paper banner announcing that the hostel is going to have a huge Christmas bash blowout, and the guests get to decide whether its going to be in Taupo or at a secluded beach. Theres a marker next to the sign. Which choice are you going to vote on? Go to Taupo. Go to the secluded beach.

You chose to thin small trees at a fast pace. Your trees may be small, but theyre still big enough that you need a tall, aluminum ladder to reach the top of them. Your supervisor has left a dozen or so out where the cars are parked. You grab a ladder and pick the next row that hasnt already been claimed by someone else. You get on with your job picking off bruised, deformed and excess bunches of apples from the tree. You dont have to reach too far to get all the apples, and before long you find your pace and realize youre making good time. You start thinking about all the money you can make and your greed begins to undermine your laziness. Then you realize that you dont have to work harder to go faster. You just have to cut corners. So y ou start missing apples or knowingly skipping them just because you didnt want to spend an extra second or two to do the job right. You finish your entire row in half the time as anyone else. You carry your ladder all the way back down your row to where you started and tell your supervisor you need another row. The supervisor takes one look at your row and tells you to go back and finish the job you started and to do it right this time and if you muck around like that again youre fired. So you sheepishly go back to your row and do a proper job. Everyone else finishes their row before you, and you go back to the hostel tired and flustered. Luckily, you started work the day before Labor Day. So youve got a long weekend to rest and rethink your work strategies and personal values. On the way back to the hostel youre talking with the other backpackers about whats going on this weekend. The driver says she wants to see the sights around Hastings, and she thinks the work crew should stick together. Everybody else agrees. Theyre just not sure exactly what they want to do. So they let you decide. Should you all go to Te Mata Peak or the Maraetotara waterfalls? Go to Te Mata Peak. Go to the Maraetotara waterfalls.

You chose to thin small trees at a moderate pace. Your supervisor tells everyone to get to work. So you go grab a ladder and drag it over to the first empty row. You put your ear phones on and stand there and study the trees for a few minutes. Youre not sure what you expected an apple tree to look like, but this isnt exactly it. The branche s twist and turn at nonsensical angles. Some hang down like octopus tentacles and some look like they have three elbows. Its going to take a certain amount of effort to navigate around them. You dont want to do more work than you have to so you put a goo d deal of thought into deducing how to position your ladder around the trees in the way that allows you to pick the most amount of apples with the least amount of trips up/down the ladder. You figure out a system and go with it. You dont do it slowly, but when your body starts to hurt you slow down. In time you get lost in thought listening to your music. Theres no sound out there in the orchard, and theres nothing to look at but apples, leaves, branches, grass and sky. Time loses its meaning and your find yourself analysing everything that has ever happened to you. Youve almost come up with a new unifying theory of life when you hear a car horn honking. You take off your ear phones and hear the girls from your car shouting at you that its time to go home. You trot back down your row occasionally slipping on golf ball sized apples. You get in the car, and everyone is already talking about what theyre going to do with their day off. You ask, What day off? and they explain that tomorrow is Moa Day. Its a national day of mourning for the extinct Moa, a giant flightless bird that once lived in New Zealand. Since youre so cool the girls invite you to go exploring Hawkes Bay with them, and to help entice you to come they let you pick where theyre going. Your choices are Te Mata Peak and the Maraetotara waterfalls. Go to Te Mata Peak. Go to the Maraetotara waterfalls.

You chose to wire lift for contract pay. You dont know how much minimum wage is in New Zealand, but you want to get p aid more than the minimum. So when you get to the vineyard and talk to your supervisor you tell him you want to work on contract. The supervisor hands you a contract and tells you to fill it out and bring it back with you tomorrow. He says to also bring a copy of your work visa and passport. The supervisor gives everybody a demonstration on how to wire lift properly. He explains that the fastest way to do it is to work in teams of three. The first person walks down a row unhooking the wires on either side of him. One person stays where he started, and the other person stands halfway between them. Then they all grab the same wire and lift it up to the appropriate height. Then they all move forward, and as the last two people move forward they tuck up any straggling vines into the wire. You choose to be the team member in the back so you can watch the two in front of you to learn from them. Your first row is awkward and slow, but you get the hang of it halfway through your second row. Your team gets into a rhythm, and by lunch time you dont even need to talk to work together. You find wire lifting bizarrely fun. Its a physical sport that requires skill and teamwork. Plus, youre playing for prize money. The faster and more efficiently you work the more money you can make. Youre thinking about these thoughts when you suddenly hear someone shouting in the distance, Smoko! Another voice somewhere else in the orchard echos, Smoko! Then you hear a chorus of girls shouting, Smoookoooooo! You bend over below the wall of green leaves around you. In either direction you see the trunks of grape vines and legs walking back in the direction of where their cars are parked. You stand back up and head to the cars for break. When you get to the end of the row people are already lounging in their cars with the windows and doors fully open. A small crowd of Asians are refilling their drink bottles and eating snacks theyve

brought packed in plastic Tupperware. Theres a van full of South Americans, but they look like theyre doing their own thing. You look around at everyone else and finally decide to go stand with the people who look like they got in the most trouble in high school. You walk up to their circle and ask, So whats going on this weekend? A shirtless, tattooed Czech says, Same thing. Every Saturday. Rotten Apple has party. You pay $12. They buy as much alcohol as can. If you paid, you drink until it is gone. They have ahow do you say, theme? But this just excuse to drink. You scratch your head and ask, So whats the theme this weekend? The Czech says, Hey. Do you want beer or booze? If you want beer then what do you think? We get a keg. If you want drink liquor then we have cocktail party. What do you want my friend? We let you decide because you are new. Have a keg party. Have a cocktail party.

You chose to wire lift for hourly pay. You watch your supervisor do a demonstration of how to wire lift, but you still dont understand it. Youre already feeling anxious about this job, and you dont want to add the pressure of racing against time. So you choose to work for hourly pay. The supervisor says, Right. Now you get a fifteen minute break before lunch, a thirty minute break for lunch and a fifteen minute break in the middle of the afternoon. I dont want to see you sittin around. Now get to work. You turn around and see a couple of Czechs run into the same row and pulling long stretches of wire off the posts and then lifting the same wire together. Everyone else wanders off into a row of their own and starts unhooking the wires, lifting them and tucking back the vines alone. You copy the crowd and work on your own. Its not hard work, but the sun is relentless. Youre glad you wore sunscreen, and you make a mental note to buy a wide brimmed hat the next chance you get. You yank, lift, clip, tuck, move, check, yank, lift, clip, tuck, move, check, yank over and over and over. You feel like youve been lifting and tucking for centuries, like its the only thing youve ever done. Theres nothing else in your life except walking this endless line of leaves and rethreading its wires. You take your gloves off and dig your cell phone out of your back pocket. You check the time. Youve been doing this for an hour and a half. You still have another hour to go before your first fifteen minute break. Then you have another seven hours after that. The minutes stretch into eons. You age a thousand years and get the thousand yard stare in your eyes. You zone out completely until you cease to be a rational, sentient being. You become an automatic wire lifter. Your body moves on, performing its endless task while its mind is lost, drifting in the unfathomable emptiness of time and space. Youre snapped back to your senses by an athletic-looking German standing on the other side of the green wall in front of you. For the third time he says, Its break time.

You thank a deity and run off to where all the cars are parked. By the time you get there people are already leaning on their cars and sitting on the ground anywhere theres shade. You go get your backpack out of the vehicle you came in and pull some granola bars out. As youre standing there munching on your snack you see some of the other Germans from the Rotten Apple who came in a different car. Just making idle conversation more than anything you ask them, So whats going on this weekend? An outspoken, authoritative German girl says, We drink in the hostel. You want to drink? You pay twelve dollars. We buy alcohol. Then we drink until it is gone. You say, Sowhat are we drinking? She says, I think they get a keg. But I dont think so m any people want beer. What do you want to do? Tell me what you want and I will tell them to get it. And believe me, they will listen. What do you want to do? Have a keg party. Have a cocktail party.

You chose to do bud rubbing for contract pay. You drive to the parking lot of a microbrewery and meet up with three other car/van loads of backpackers. You all stand around for a few minutes until your supervisor drives up in a dirty old truck. He passes out contracts for everyone and tells you to bring him a copy of your work visa and passport when you return the contract tomorrow. Then everyone gets back in their vehicles and follows the farmer to his vineyard. After a quick demonstration of how to do bud rubbing the supervisor tells you to get to work. The job is kind of fun at first. You vent whatever pent up anger you have on the little branches. You listen to heavy 80s rock as you rip and kick and tear those little branches off the base of the grape plants. You dont even notice the time go by youre so wrapped up in your angsty rock and roll universe. You look down and realize youre panting and covered in sweat. You take your ear phones out for a moment and youre transported back to an eerily quiet vineyard where theres nothing to see but green walls and blue sky. You have a moment of clarity where you see how all the things youre angry about are on another continent. Youre on own here, free from the ties that bound you in the past. Then youre awakened from your silent reverie by a tall, lanky Canadian guy standing on the other side of the row of grape vines in front of you. He says, Its break time, eh. You thank him for letting you know. As you walk back down your respective rows towards where the cars are parked the Canadian mentions that a bunch of people from the hostel want to do something wild tonight, but they cant decide between going out clubbing or staying in and having a Mardi Gras party. He says nobody else wants to make the decision. So you have to. Go clubbing. Have a Mardi Gras party.

You chose to do bud rubbing for hourly pay. You take a long drive through the country side to get to your vineyard. When you first leave Hastings you pass a lot of apple orchards. You cross a river, and as you get farther away from town you see more vineyards. Some of them have sheep grazing between the rows of grape vines. The road snakes around cozy hobbit hills, and when the view from your window isnt blocked by trees you can see a wall of mountains to the south. You finally arrive at the vineyard and the supervisor is already there sleeping in the drivers seat of a big, white rape van. He wakes up as your car passes by and kicks up dust up through his window. He gets out of the van and gives you a very quick introduction to bud rubbing. Then he tells you to get to work and goes back to sleep in the front seat of the van. All the backpackers wander to an empty row and start snapping the little offshoots that you now know grow at the bottom of grape vines. You turn awkwardly to your row and get to work pruning your plants. On the row next to you is a sinfully attractive blonde girl wearing a wide brimmed sun hat. You strike up some inane small talk to get a conversation going with her, and in no time shes telling you about herself and smiling at the sound of her own voice. Shes studying law in Luxembourg, but shes taking a break so she doesnt burn out. She also always wanted to see New Zealand, and she knew after she got her law degree shed be too busy. So here she is. You ask her what shes doing this weekend, and she says that the hostel is going to do something big, but its up to the guests to decide what. Theyre either going out clubbing or staying in and having a Mardi Gras party. She says she wants to go clubbing, but shell go along with whatever you want to do. Go clubbing. Have a Mardi Gras party.

You chose to go to Taupo. You voted for Taupo, and Taupo won. The weekend comes around and half the hostel loads up into whatever cars are available and head up to Taupo. You get a window seat in a car full of Germans. You cant really get into the German rap music theyre playing on the radio, but you spend the whole ride zoned out in your own private universe staring out the window at the hills and mountains. After a three hour drive you arrive in Taupo. You find a free camp site right next to the river and set up your tents. As soon as your tents are set up everyone jumps back in the cars and heads downtown. You walk up down the town centre stopping in all the tourist shops to see what kind of quirky souvenirs they sell. You buy a T-shirt for yourself and a few postcards to send back home. You pass by an office where they sell tickets to do things like parasailing, sky diving and boat rides. The backpackers youre with all want to ride on a boat. Half want to go sailing on Lake Taupo, and the other half wants to go skiing on a speed boat. Which trip would you like to sign up for? Go sailing. Go on the speed boat.

You chose to go to the beach. You vote for the beach, and the beach wins. The next day the whole hostel is buzzing about the trip. As excited as everyone is nobody goes to sleep early in order to be well rested for the next day. You wake up the next morning groggy but determined not to let that get in your way of having a good time. Around 3pm everyone finally has all their camping gear loaded into their vehicles. You end up in a van full of backpackers from various Eastern European countries. You cant understand any of the lyrics in the songs they play on the CD player, but you like it. You bob your head and tap your feet to the music while your convoy of vehicles snakes around countless mountain switchbacks. Finally you arrive at a free, public camp ground right next to the beach. Everyone jumps out of the cars before the break lights even turn off. You set up your tents and throw all your clothes and food and stuff in your tent unceremoniously and head to the beach in your bathing suit, which Kiwis call togs. The water is freezing, but you get used to it in no time. It feels good on your sore muscles, and you can feel the stress of the work week washing off of you. You come out of the water and join the crowd of other backpackers who didnt want to get wet. Theyre talking to a group of Maori guys who were walking down the beach who say they just came from a pretty cool beach bonfire further North up the beach, but theyre headed south to a mates house party. They invite everyone to come to their house party, but the bonfire sounds pretty cool too. Which would you like to do? Go to the house party. Go to the bon fire.

You chose to go to Te Mata Peak You like waterfalls and all, but you want to see Hawkes Bay from the top of the peak. You get home from work and have a shower and cook a big meal for you and your work mates. The next day you meet them in the living room watching TV. They all jump up and head out the back door to the parking lot. On the way to the car one of them says, Hey, lets stop in Havelock North on the way and get some coffee. Everyone agrees. So you make the ten minute drive to Havelock North and find a parking spot on the main street. You walk around and check out the second hand stores before settling down at a choice caf. You order a large cappuccino with chocolate sprinkles on top and ask your waiter what there is to do on Te Mata peak. The waiter says that if you want to spend some time there you can either have a picnic or go hiking. Which would you like to do? Go hiking. Go on a picnic.

You chose to go to the waterfalls. You like mountains, but you love jumping off high things into water. So you choose the waterfalls. Everyone else agrees. You get back to the hostel and hang out on the back porch talking to other backpackers for several hours before you finally get around to taking a much need shower and changing your filthy clothes. The next morning you get up and cook a big traditional breakfast from your home country for yourself and your workmates. After lounging around for a while and letting your breakfast settle you head to the parking lot and pile into your workmates car. The drive to the waterfall only takes about fifteen minutes, and its a lovely drive through quaint, wooded countryside. You park on the side of the road and lock all the doors. Then you take your clothes, towels and snacks with you on a short hike through the forest to the waterfall. You get to the end of the trail and there are already people doing flips off the waterfall, and theres a rope swing nobody told you about. While the girls set out their towels to sunbathe you scramble up the rocks to get to the top of the waterfall. When you get to the top you see there isnt a line to use the rope swing. Would you like to jump off the waterfall or use the rope swing? Jump off the waterfall. Use the rope swing.

You chose to have a keg party. Youve never been much of a liquor person, but you like beera lot. So you convince everyone else to have a keg party as well. You pay Jason $12, and he asks you if youd like to come help him get the keg. You agree. Jason gives the hostel phone to another backpacker and tells them to take messages while hes gone. Then you both head down the backstairs to where his van is parked. You drive to the edge of Hastings to a microbrewery. You walk inside to the bar area and inform the bartender that you want a keg. The bartender asks if you want the 5% pale ale or the 7% haymaker. You ask the bartender what the difference is, and he just stares at you. Which kind of beer do you want to get? Get the pale ale. Get the Haymaker.

You chose to have a cocktail party. You like beer, but cocktails seem more exotic. When you get back to the hostel after work you get stuck with the job of collecting money from everyone. You drive a hard sales pitch and end up collecting almost $200. You ask the prettiest girl you can find who owns a car to take you to the liquor store. You go inside and spend five minutes walking up and down the one liquor isle. You cant believe the price of liquor in New Zealand. Its so expensive you have to put more thought into what kind of liquor youre going to get than you thought you would. You ask the girl you came with what she wants to drink, and she says, Gin or Tequila. Which kind of drink will you get? Get gin. Get Tequila.

You chose to take a party bus clubbing. Mardi Gras is cool and all, but you want to get your schwerve on. So when you pick clubbing. The next day the air at the hostel is full of electricity. Everyone puts on their best clothes, and a few girls go shopping for suitable party dresses. A few hours before the bus is scheduled to leave a couple of British guys make a run to the liquor store and come back with armfuls of beer. Everyone gets started drinking and dancing on the back porch. The bus finally arrives and you run downstairs to be first on the bus. The driver stops you and asks where youre going. You ask where the classiest place to go clubbing is. Without hesitating the driver says, Napier, obviously. The clubs in Havelock North are full of rich high school kids and farmers. So where do you want to go? Go to Napier. Go to Havelock North

You chose to have a Mardi Gras themed party. Youre burnt out on the club scene. Its too fake, and you never end up hooking up. But everybody lets loose on Mardi Gras. So you choose to stay in the hostel and throw your own party. When you get back to the hostel you inform Jason that youre going to have a Mardi Gras party. He locks up the reception area and he goes out to buy masks, beads and decorations. When Jason gets back you spend the evening helping him put up decorations and mix a chilly bin full of punch. Despite the Cajun music playing on the speakers throughout the hostel the party starts off slow, but everyone gets loose as the punch goes to their heads. By ten oclock everyone is pretending theyre on Bourbon Street in New Orleans earning cheap plastic beads the old fashioned way. Someone whose face you cant see too clearly asks if you want to earn some beads for yourself. Youre having a good time, and you want to get into the spirit of things, but youre not sure you want to do that yourself. Do you want to degrade yourself for a handful of plastic necklaces that youre just going to end up throwing away eventually anyway? Degrade yourself for plastic necklaces. Dont degrade yourself for plastic necklaces.

You chose to go sailing in Taupo. Jet boats sound fun, but you came to Taupo to relax, and the lake looks so peaceful you cant resist the chance to tour the lake by sail boat. Everyone pays and you book up the entire boat. Then you go look at more souvenir shops while you wait for the boat to come back from its last excursion. It finally arrives and unloads its previous passengers. Then your crew boards the ship, and the boat captain gives a quick safety briefing and passes out complimentary drinks. He makes a lot of canned jokes that you can tell he says to every group who rides on his boat. The boat pulls away from the dock and glides out to open waters. He lets you steer the boat for a while, and he guides you to a rock cliff where a couple of locals carved a gigantic Maori face in the early 1980s. After everyone gets a picture of the carvings the captain fires up a BBQ grill at the rear of the boat and cooks shish kabobs for everyone. You settle down on a bean bag with your plate and devour the gourmet meal. While youre sitting there you strike up a conversation with anyone who will talk to you. Everyone is jovial and flirty, but one person is extra flirty with you. You think you might be misreading them until they invite you to go out after the boat ride. What would you like to do? Have coffee with the French girl. Have dinner with the Italian guy.

You chose to ride the speed boat in Taupo. Sail boats may be romantic, but you were lured to New Zealand by the promise of adventure sports, and you feel the need for speed. So you rent a speed boat and then head to the liquor store for drinks and snacks before heading down to the docks. After missing the right pier three times you finally find your boat and introduce yourselves to the captain. He looks at all the alcohol youve brought and says, Its gonna be one of those days, huh? You grin and say, Wont be the first, and it wont be the last. You load all your provisions onto the boat, and once everyone is on board you push off. The captain pushes the accelerator forward and you shoot out towards open waters. Everyone does terrible at water skiing except for one Canadian girl whose parents apparently owned a boat when she was younger. So you switch to getting pulled behind the boat in a big inner tube. You run out of drinks and snacks about the same time you run out of time. The captain turns the boat around and drops you off at the same pier he picked you up at. Nobody wants to leave the lake though. So you find a spot on the beach and lay your towels out. As you relax on the beach you strike up a conversation with the people sunbathing closest to you. Despite your quirky cultural differences you find you have a lot in common with one of them, and they ask you if youd like to do something with them later. Have coffee with the French girl. Have dinner with the Italian guy.

You chose to go to the bonfire. You think about your choices, and you come to the conclusion that you can always have a house party, but beach parties are rare to you. You ask the Maori guys if its legal to have a bonfire on the beach, and one of them replies, Awww. I dont know, ey? But you didnt start it. So if the cops come its not your fault. You cant argue with that logic. You thank the guys for the information and the invitation to the house party and then head North along the beach to find the bonfire. When you finally find it there are already a couple other backpackers from the hostel mingling with the crowd. Someone offers you a beer and you make yourself at home. Everyone is getting into the spirit of the party, and people keep commenting how sorry they feel for all their friends back home who arent getting to have such a cool adventure. You think a couple of the people from the party are flirting with you, but youre not sure until they start accidentally bumping into you and touching you. You turn the conversation towards sex and joke with them playfully about it. They joke back, and you know youre in. You get an offer to slip away from the crowd and go do your own thing. Which offer will you take? Go for a midnight swim with the German girl. Slip off to your tent with the Estonian guy.

You chose to go to the house party. Beach bonfires are cool, but youre not sure if thats even legal in New Zealand. At any rate, you n ever pass up a good house party. There could be drinking games. Or better yet, you could teach the locals your drinking games. You tell the Maori guys you want to go to the house party, and a small group of other backpackers join you. You walk down the beach for what feels like an hour until you come to a small trail leading up through the sand dunes. You follow the trail until you come to an old, wooden house with elaborate awnings. You and the other backpackers are the only non-Maoris at the whole party, which feels a little awkward at first, but you get to drinking, joking and laughing with your hosts. They teach you a lot of interesting tid bits about Maori culture, and you end up drunkenly touching your forehead against a bunch of Maoris foreheads and noses, which is a traditional form of greeting that you find much more personal and meaningful than a simple handshake. After making the rounds through the house and talking to everyone you find yourself talking to a a backpacker who seems really into you. They ask if you want to leave the party. You dont want to, but you dont want to pass up this offer either. Who will you leave the party with? Go for a midnight swim with the German girl. Slip off to your tent with the Estonian guy.

You chose to have a picnic on Te Mata Peak. After working hard at the orchards the last thing in the world you want to do is exert yourself physically by hiking. So while the waiter is getting your coffee you convince your work mates that the best thing you can do with the day is go for a picnic on Te Mata Peak. Your coffee finally comes, and you enjoy it while watching all the people walk past the caf as you and your mates make fun of them for whatever excuse you can find. After you finish your coffee you head over to the grocery store to stock up on picnic food and wine. Unfortunately, the cashier asks you for your ID to buy alcohol even though the drinking age in New Zealand is 18 and youre obviously much older than that. You dont have your passport with you. So you leave the grocery store in shame while one of the other backpackers youre with runs back to the wine isle and takes a bottle to a different checkout isle thats operated by a cashier who doesnt base their self-worth on their ability to inconvenience other people. You drive up to the top of Te Mata Peak and have a wonderful afternoon eating cheese, sipping wine and enjoying the majestic view of Hawkes Bay and beyond. You lay back on the grass and watch the clouds while chit chatting with your fellow backpackers. You talk about everything and nothing. After a while it dawns on you that one of your work mates is being a bit flirty with you. They nonchalantly ask you if you want to go do something with them later. What do you want to do with the rest of the day? Go to Cornwall Park with the British girl. Get drunk on the balcony with the American guy.

You chose to go hiking at Te Mata Peak You think picnics are boring whereas hiking is always an adventure. So while your waiter is getting your coffee you talk the other members of your party into going hiking. You enjoy your coffee and then head up the mountains. You stop just shy of the top at a public car park. Before getting out of the car you hide all of your valuables and then get out and lock all the doors. You take a quick look at a big wooden sign that has all the hiking trails mapped out and pick one of the easy hikes. The trail takes you through a tranquil forest to the side of Te Mata peak where you can see all of Hawkes Bay in panorama. Vineyards and orchards stretch out beneath you all the way to the horizon. During your walk you and your mates banter about whether or not your home country had views like this. The conversation bends from one topic to the next until it finds its way to romance and relationships. Youre saying something about how youve passed up a lot of potential relationship because of your high standards when all of a sudden you get hit in the back with a pine cone. You recognize immediately that the pine cone wasnt thrown in anger. It was thrown flirtatiously. Youre just not sure who threw it. To figure out who it was you ask if anyone wants to do anything after the hike. A British girl suggests going back to Hastings and checking out Cornwall Park. An American guy suggests going back to the hostel and getting drunk on the balcony. What do you want to do? Go to Cornwall Park with the British girl. Get drunk on the balcony with the American guy.

You chose to jump of the waterfall. The rope swing is tempting, but youve had your heart set on jumping off the waterfall. So you walk past the swing and shimmy onto the waterfall. Theres not enough water coming over the falls to wash you away. So you shuffle slowly through the ankle deep water until youre at the middle of the waterfall. You look down at the water below, and even though youre only a few meters up your heart skips a beat when you imagine yourself falling and hitting the water from that height. You try psyching yourself up, but the more you think about jumping the more you freeze up with anxiety. Down at the shore your work mates are shouting both encouraging and deprecating remarks at you. Finally you come to the conclusion that the only way youre going to bring yourself to jump is to stop analysing the situation, switch your brain off for a second and just jump. You still your mind for a moment and throw yourself forward. You fall with the grace of a bag of potatoes and splash into the water. Its absolutely freezing and your heart skips a beat again. You swim as fast as you can back to shore and throw a blanket around yourself. You spend the rest of the afternoon sitting on the shore watching other, more graceful athletes, jump off the waterfall and swing from the rope. Your mates ask if youre going to jump again, but yo u say youve done enough for one day. You and your mates share some crisps someone brought, and you discuss what youre going to do with the rest of the day. You say that youre up for anything, and you get two offers. A Spanish girl invites you to spend the evening with her on top of Te Mata Peak in her camping van. An Irishman suggests you go to the gambling bar with him and live it up tonight. What will you do? Sleep in the caravan with the Spanish girl. Go to the gambling bar with the Irishman.

You chose to use the rope swing at the waterfall. You want to impress your work mates with your daring acrobatics, and in your younger years you used to be able to do a double back fli p off of a sufficiently high rope swing. Its been a while since youve done it, but youre sure youre still in good enough shape to pull it off. You get a good, strong grip just above a knot on the rope and pull it as tight as you can before lifting your feet off the ground. You hold onto the rope with all your might, and when its fully extended over the water you pull your knees up to your chest and spin yourself backwards as fast as possible half a moment before letting go of the rope. You close your eyes and hope you have enough height and speed to pull off the manoeuvre. The first part of your body to hit the water is your rib cage. Your spin was off-centre, and you didnt have enough height to complete your double back flip. The impact knocks the wind out of your lungs, and the frigid water shocks your system, but it also numbs the pain in your side. You want to get out of the freezing water as fast as possible, but the pain in your side slows down your mad scramble to swim to shore. You finally pull yourself out of the water and let out a melodramatic groan while holding your side. Your mates applaud your effort and mock your failure. You take it all in stride and lay down on a towel to rest. While you lay there youre pampered by your work mates, and you spend the next half hour sharing swimming stories. Eventually the topic of conversation turns to what youre going to do tonight, and you get two offers. A Spanish girl wants you to spend the night freedom camping with her, and an Irishman wants to go gambling. Sleep in the caravan with the Spanish girl. Go to the gambling bar with the Irishman.

You chose to get a keg of pale ale. The cheapskate in you says to get the beer with the highest alcohol content. On the other hand, you dont want the party to get too out of control. So you pick the pale ale. Jason calls you a pussy but goes along with your decision. You pay for the keg and then pull Jasons van around the back of the microbrewery where a burly man already has your keg and pump waiting for you. You load it all up and then head to a petrol station to get a couple of bags of ice. While youre there you pick up a pack of Tim Tams. When you get back to the hostel the back porch is full of backpackers waiting eagerly for your return. You set up the keg in a big trashcan outside and dump the ice over the keg. Jason puts on a good selection of Indie music, and everyone gets on with enjoying themselves. You pass up the opportunity to do a keg stand or play flip cups and just enjoy sitting outside swapping stories with other adventurers who have been to the far corners of the world. By ten Oclock the keg is empty, but you have half a box of beer left in the fridge from last weekend. So you go grab a couple and offer them to the backpackers youve been talking to the most. They thank you and give you a smile that you think is more than a little flirtatious. Emboldened by the liquid courage (or possibly liquid stupidity) youve been consuming all night you throw caution to the wind and brazenly hit on the person next to you. Theres a Canadian girl and a Swiss guy sitting next to you. Which one do you hit on? Hit on the Canadian girl. Hit on the Swiss guy.

You chose to get a keg of Haymaker. The choice between getting 5% beer and 7% is a no-brainer to you. You pick the 7% Haymaker even though you dont know what Haymaker means. You pay the bartender and Jason pulls his van around to the back of the microbrewery where you pick up the keg. On the way back to the hostel you stop by a petrol station for ice, and while youre there you buy a handful of Kinder Eggs. Then you head to The Warehouse to buy red plastic cups like you always see in movies about American university students. You get back to the hostel and announce loudly that the party can start. Jason goes into the office and puts AC/DC on the stereo while you hook up the tap to the keg and start pouring drinks. In no time the party devolves into a series of inadvisable drinking games. By ten Oclock the party is in full swing, and you dont know whats going on. People are singing at the top of their lungs, dancing on tables and hugging. You get in the groove of things and decide to take a chance. Theres only one person at the party who is both your type and seems interested in you. So you lay down (what you think are) your smoothest moves on them. Are you hitting on a Canadian girl or a Swiss guy? Hit on the Canadian girl. Hit on the Swiss guy.

You chose to get tequila for the cocktail party. You get to talking in the liquor store, and you come to the unanimous decision that Tequila makes for the wildest parties. So you get as many bottles of tequila and mixers as you can afford. You get back to the hostel and line up all the bottles on the counter space in the kitchen. As soon as the bottles are out of the bags there are backpackers standing behind you demanding drinks. You throw the most vocal complainer a pack of plastic shot glasses and hand him a bottle of clear tequila. You thank him for volunteering to pour shots, and then you get back to the business of making mixed drinks. You mix a couple of different bowls of tequila-based punch and set them out in the living room. You see that Jason has set out two big boxes full of silly hats, and everyone in the party is now sporting ridiculous hats. Within the hour people are starting to act silly in their silly hats. Someone shouts Twister! and out comes the Twister mat. You join the game and end up falling all over everyone, which nobody seems to mind. Sometime later you find yourself on the couch next to a Russian girl and a Malaysian guy. Youre feeling randy from the game of Twister and decide to hit on someone. Who would you like to hit on? Hit on the Russian girl. Hit on the Malaysian guy.

You chose to get gin for the cocktail party. You know that tequila always makes a wild party, but tequila is unpredictable. Youd rather go with a drink that gets people chatty and emotional but not insane. You also want to make some drinks that have a little bit of class. After much consideration you finally settle on gin. You buy as many bottles of gin as you can afford as well as some sweet vermouth and a few other mixers. You bring the drinks back to the hostel, and as youre unpacking the drinks in the kitchen a British guy who used to be a bartender volunteers to mix the drinks. Since you dont really know what youre doi ng you gladly oblige him. He mixes some killer drinks and gets the party going. By ten Oclock everyone is getting emotional and sappy. People are leaning on each other and pouring out their hearts and souls talking about religion, politics and ex-lovers. You find yourself on the couch between a Russian girl and a Malaysian guy. The gin is going to your head, and your inhibitions are almost non-existent. You decide to hit on someone. Who would you like to hit on? Hit on the Russian girl. Hit on the Malaysian guy.

You chose to go clubbing in Napier. If Napier is where the classy clubs are then thats where the classy people are. So you tell the bus driver to take you and your crew to Napier. You jump on the bus and wait for everyone else to pile in, which takes forever. The driver starts to get a little impatient, but eventually Jason chases everyone onto the bus and apologizes to the driver. The whole ride to Napier a drunken Estonian guy is standing in the isle at the front of the bus leading the backpackers in drunken songs that nobody knows more than half the words to. You feel a little bad for the bus driver for having to put up with the lunacy, but everyone else is having a great time. Soe h. The bus pulls into the clubbing district in Napier, which is right on the waterfront. You look out the window, and everybody is dressed like movie stars. You stumble off the bus and realize you might have had too much to drink already. Your suspicions are confirmed when the bouncer at the first night club doesnt let you in because youre too drunk. Hes not mean about it though. He tells you to go have a feed and come back when youve sobered up. You step out of line and walk straight to the next cl ub. This time you stand up straight and dont say a word. The bouncer checks your ID and lets you in without incident. You pass the bar and head straight to the dance floor, which is way too small and already full of people doing as much dancing as they can without having any room to move. You study the people on the dance floor until you find someone who both drunk and attractive. You narrow your choices down to two lucky potential dance partners. Who will you dance with? Dance with the Chinese girl. Dance with the Korean guy.

You chose to go clubbing in Havelock North. If the bus driver says that Napier is where all classiest clubs are then the choice is obvious. You proudly tell the driver, Take us Havelock North, and be quick about it. Unfortunately, the rest of the back packers arent quick about getting on the bus. Jason tries to get everyone out the door and into the van, but hed have more luck herding cats. Eventually the bus fills up and the driver speeds off to Havelock North. You only have time to sing a few drunken anthems with everyone else on the bus before the it pulls up to a dimly lit night club with neon signs in the windows. You wait in line behind a group of high school-aged kids. The girls are dressed like movie stars, but the guys are wearing blue jeans and T-shirts. You finally get to the front of the line, and the bouncer checks your passport like he works for immigration. He lets you inside, and you proceed to the bar where you order an $8 beer. You drink it in a few expensive gulps and decide not to buy another one. Instead you head over to the dance floor, which is really just the corner of the club where the speakers are. Theres not enough room to dance. So you basically just shuffle in place. You realize this is pointless without a dance partner. So you find the only other person who is anywhere near your age and shuffle over to them to get your freak on. Who will you dance with? Dance with the Chinese girl. Dance with the Korean guy.

You chose to degrade yourself for plastic necklaces. You figure, what the heck? Youre out of your home country, and its more or less Mardi Gras . So you decide to go with the flow and degrade yourself for a handful of plastic beads on a string. You lift up your shirt and expose your chest, and six people with camera phones snap pictures, which are uploaded to the Internet within 24 hours. Your photo becomes a popular internet meme, and you live with the shame for the rest of your life. Despite this fact, the other backpackers at the party are impressed by your courage and lack of inhibitions. Before you know it you have people following you around and nonchalantly turning every conversation you have to the topic of sex. You miss all of the signs that youre being hit on. Luckily, your fan club loses their patience and decide to be upfront with you. One of the backpackers asks you if youd like to go someplace quieteralonetogether. Who will you slip away from the party with? Go to the quiet room with the Australian girl. Go to the laundry room with the Texan guy.

You chose not to degrade yourself for plastic necklaces. You wouldnt exactly describe yourself as chaste, but your mother didnt raise you to take your shirt off in front of a room full of people. So you announce confidently that youll be keeping your clothes on even if it means you dont get a handful of beaded necklaces. You get a few jeers from the crowd, but others are impressed by your self-control. You take your empty cup to the punch bowl and fill it back up. While youre there you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. Another hand lands on your other shoulder, and together they massage your shoulders and neck. You turn your head around to see whos behind you. Its a tall, blonde backpacker who youve been making googly eyes at all night. You didnt think they were interested in you, but apparently youve done something they like. They lean forward and whisper into your ear an invitation to slip away from the party and go somewhere more private. Who would you like to slip away with? Go to the quiet room with the Australian girl. Go to the laundry room with the Texan guy.

You chose to have coffee with the French girl. You tell the French girl youd love to have coffee with hereven though you already went out for coffee this morning. So you walk from the beach to a little caf where all the art on the wall is for sale. You talk about your childhoods, your interests, beliefs, hopes and fears. You cant believe how much you have in common despite your cultural differences. At some point in the conversation you realize nobody is talking. Youre just sitting there looking into each others eyes. You blink and snap out of it and say, Should we get a taxi back to camp? With hunger in her eyes she says, Oui. With that you spend the rest of the camping trip together in an old 2-person tent. When you get back to the hostel you sheepishly ask Jason if you and your new friend can share a double room. He says yes, and you move your stuff into the new room. You bring your sheets from your first bed back to Jason, and when you do he says that hes got more work for you. Which kind of work would you like to do? Do grape picking. Do leaf plucking. Do wire lifting. Play online poker.

You chose to have dinner with the Italian guy. You timidly agree to go to dinner with the Italian, but you tell him you didnt bring any nice clothes. He says, No, no. You misunderstand me. I cook dinner for you. After everyone is done sunbathing you pile back up in your cars and head over to the grocery store to pick up ingredients. While you walk up and down the aisles the Italian tells you about his family and his customs. You love the idea of spending all evening at the dinner table every night surrounded by good people laughing, talking and drinking wine. Back at the camp site the Italian fires up the grill and spends the next two and a half hours making the best meal youve ever eaten. After the meal you ask him what they have for desert in Italy. He looks you in the eye and says, Love. With that he leads you back to your tent, and you have slow, passionate desert all night long. The rest of the camping trip is a blur, and when you get back to the hostel you ask Jason if there are any double rooms available that you can share. He says there isnt at the moment, but when one comes available hell move you in together. Before you head back to your room to unpack Jason mentions that hes got more work for you. What kind of work would you like to do? Do grape picking. Do leaf plucking. Do wire lifting. Play online poker.

You chose to go on a midnight swim with the German. The German girl leads you by the hand out to the beach and playfully suggests that you go for a midnight swim. You say, I dont know. The water is pretty cold. She pouts her lips playfully and turns away from you. She takes her top off and drops it onto the sand before skipping out into the waves. Your heart misses a beat, and the next moment youre in the water with her. Unfortunately, before anything else can happen youre both caught in a strong rip tide and pulled out to sea where you drown. Your families mourn you passionately at first, but over the years your memory fades and they move on with their lives. In the end your life amounts to little more than a statistic proving that you should always respect the ocean and practice water safety. After the life leaves your body you find yourself floating in black emptiness, not water, just infinite emptiness. You have no idea how long youre there floating in limbo before Death (with a skeleton face and scythe and everything) materializes in front of you. Death offers you a second chance at life and says hell send you back to your old body at a point in time before you died. Pick when/where you want to go back to. Return to life just before you went swimming. Return to life when you arrived at the Rotten Apple and choose to do vineyard work instead of orchard work.

You chose to slip off to camp with the Estonian guy. You put your arm around the Estonians waist and leave the party with him. You take your time walking down the beach back to the campground. The stars are out, and you can see the whole universe splayed across the sky in front of you. It makes you think how small you are in the cosmic scale of things and how short life is and how important it must be to make the most out of the fleeting time we have on this amazing, mysterious planet. When you reach the camp the Estonian takes his arm off of your waist and brushes your bangs away from your eyes. He looks at you deeply and asks, What do you want to do? You say, Make the most of the time we have together. So he leads you into his tent, and you have absolutely mental cave man sex. You do things youve never done before and may never do again. The next day everyone breaks down camp and heads back to the hostel to recuperate from the beach trip. Youre sitting at the Internet caf Skyping one of your friends back home and telling her all about your wild weekend when Jason pops his head out of the reception area. He congratulates you on your successful beach trip and informs you that theres more work available. What kind of work would you like to do? Pick apples. Do grape thinning.

You chose to go to Cornwall Park with the British girl. You lean against the British girl and tell her youd love to join her for a private walk in a park. You stay at Te Mata Peak for another hour or so enjoying the view before driving back to Hastings. Your driver parks the car, and everyone gets out. The rest of your group heads up the back stairs to the hostel, but you and the British girl set off walking down Heretaunga Street. You turn right at Pack N Save and walk a few more blocks to Cornwall Park. You walk through the Asian garden and are disappointed that none of the ponds have Koi fish in them. The British girl travelled through Asia last year after graduating university, and she fills your head with stories of adventure and intrigue. You stop at an avery and watch the exotic birds nibble corn cobs and grapes. The British girl asks you what your favourite movie is, and without hesitating you answer, Rockula. She puts her hand on her chest and says, I love Rockula. You look into each others eyes for a moment before grabbing each other and making out like high school freshmen. Next to you a mother grabs her children and ushers them away from your vulgar scene. You notice this and feel a little bashful. So you suggest that you head back to the hostel. When you get back to the hostel you proceed to make out with your new sort-of girlfriend in the middle of the hallway. Jason walks up to you carrying an armful of blankets and stares at you blankly. You look up from your face feast and say, What? Jason says, Can you please move? I need to get in the linen closet. Oh, also, theres more work available. What kind of work would you two love birds like to do next? Do bud rubbing. Do weed pulling.

You chose to get drunk on the balcony with the American guy. You find the Americans over-confidence attractive, and you can understand his accent. Plus, after working all week and spending all day walking around you like the idea of spending the rest of the day just sitting around the back porch all night drinking and socializing. You and your work mates take one last look at the view and head back to the car. You stop at the liquor store on the way back to the hostel and pick up a few boxes of cheap, 440 ounce beers. The American carries the boxes up the stairs and puts them away in the fridge. He meets you back out on the porch and hands you a beer, which you thank him for. He sees you shivering. So he takes off his jacket and puts it around you. You can smell his scent on the jacket and find it intoxicating. Of course, that could just be the beer talking, but you dont care. You spend the evening huddled together on the balcony talking about anything and everything. Over the hours you inch your arms towards and then around each other. By the end of the night youre leaning against his chest wrapped in his arms. You look up at him, and he looks at you. Then you have that kiss. You know the one Im talking about. After the kiss you get up simultaneously and go back to his double room to be alone for the rest of the night. The next morning he wakes you up with breakfast and coffee. He also mentions that while he was out of the room he ran into Jason who said theres more work available. You just need to pick what k ind of work you want to do. Do bud rubbing. Do weed pulling.

You chose to sleep in the caravan with the Spanish girl. You hang out around the waterfall for a few more hours, and you swing off the rope a few times before drying off and heading back to the hostel. You when you get back you take a shower and pack a bag. You leave with the Spanish girl out the back door and find her camper van in the parking lot. She drives you back through Havelock North into the mountains. You park in the public parking space near the waterfall, and she unloads some camping chairs while you get your bags. You follow the hiking trail in the opposite direction of the waterfall until you find a secluded spot near the river to enjoy the rest of the day together. You share a bottle of wine and ask each other questions about your home countries, what kind of traveling youve done, where you want to go next and what you hope to get out of it all. You find everything about each other exotic and wonderful except she likes a few bands that you dont. It starts getting dark. So you head back to the van and crawl into the bed in the back. You lay on your sides facing each other while poking each other playfully as an excuse to get your hands on each other. Once that barrier has been broken you put your arm around her back and pull her towards you. Everything that happens after that is nobodys business but yours and hers. The next morning you take your time snuggling before driving down to Havelock North for a cup of coffee at a caf. When thats done you go back to the hostel to brush your teeth and have a shower. On your way past reception Jason stops you and tells you theres more work available. What do you want to do? Pick cherries. Work at the carnival.

You chose to go to the gambling bar with the Irish man. You love the Irishmans accent, and you much prefer a night of excitement to a night of just sitting around. You hang out at the waterfall for a while until everyone starts getting antsy. Then you pack up your things and head back to the hostel. You take a shower and get dressed up. You meet the Irishman on the back porch and hang out there for a while visiting with other backpackers and trying to convince as many people as possible to go out to the gambling bar. When you feel like youve recruited everyone you can everyone finishes their drinks and heads down the back stairs. You walk down the street, over the railroad tracks and then for a couple more blocks. You come to the gambling bar, and nobody cards you when you go in. You order a pitcher and bring it back to the table the other backpackers have already claimed. You fill up everyones glasses and take yours to the pokey room with the Irishman. The room is crammed full of slot machines, and all the lights and buzzers make the room feel like a space ship from a childs dream. You spend the evening drinking and playing the slot machines. You leave the bar around midnight $35 richer from the slot machines. The Irishman leaves $50 poorer. As youre walking out of the bar he says, So much for the luck of the Irish. You turn to him and say, I dont know about that. He takes the cue and kisses you. You stand there on the sidewalk kissing for a while but not long enough to be tacky. Then you walk hand in hand back to the hostel. On your way back to his room you pass the reception area, and Jason says, Hey, before you disappear for the rest of the night, theres some more work starting tomorrow. Which job would you like to do? Pick cherries. Work at the carnival.

You chose to hit on the Canadian girl. The Canadian girl next to you looks better than any of the girls you went to high school with. Shes so attractive its a little intimidating, and it makes you w ant to move to Canada. You decide youre going to spend the rest of the night hitting on her. Unfortunately, youre too drunk to make civilized conversation. In your mind youre acting like James Bond, but in reality you act like a nervous, bumbling man child. At some point you excuse yourself to go use the toilet, and when you come back the Canadian girl is sitting on a British football players lap. You go to the fridge and grab a beer and take it back to your room even though youre not supposed to bring drinks into your room. You lay in bed drinking alone beating yourself up while a Belgium girl who has had her eye on you for some time waits outside for your to come back from where ever you went. You wake up the next morning with a hangover and drag yourself to the kitchen for a cup of coffee or three. Jason is vacuuming the living room, and the sound makes you not want to live anymore. Jason switches off the vacuum and says, Oh, hey. I just got off the phone with a contractor. Theres more work going on. What kind of work would you like to do? Work at a winery. Work at a canned fruit factory.

You chose to hit on the Swiss guy. You look the Swiss guy up and down for the tenth time. Hes clean, well-dressed and is obviously going to be successful at whatever he does. Plus, he has a cool accent and nice hair. You ask him if he can get you another drink, and he jumps at the opportunity enthusiastically. Part of you is disappointed. Youd hoped hed play harder to get, but you relax a little, because you dont have to wonder if hes into you or if hes going to turn you down and make you feel like an ant. He brings back your beer, and as he hands it to you your fingers touch. You both hold onto the cup for longer than is necessary, and you smile at each other knowingly. He sits back down and scoots next to you until your hips are touching. You sit like that together for most of the next hour making small talk filled with thinly veiled innuendos. The beer is going to your head, and you realize that youre not going to be able to stay awake much longer. Your head starts to spin, and then your stomach starts to spasm. You turn your head away from the Swiss guy and projectile vomit straight into a Germ an girls hair. You both run to the bathroom shrieking, and neither of you shows your face at the party for the rest of the night. The next morning you poke your head out of your room and dont see anyone in the hallway, but you can hear Jason vacuuming. You start to walk to the kitchen for a glass of water but when you turn the corner Jason is in your way. He turns off his vacuum and steps aside to let you pass. As you go by he says, Was it a good party last night? You mumble some non-answer, and he says, Yeah, okay. Anyway, by the way, some more work came up. What kind of work do you want to do next? Work at the winery. Work at the canned fruit factory.

You chose to hit on the Russian girl. Youre attracted to Russians no nonsense attitude and how they always have a story thats worse than yours. So you do your best to talk to the Russian girl as much as possible without looking like youre trying to hit on her. Your coyness makes her think that you could take her or leave her, which makes her want you more. She decides to take matters into her own hands, and she challenges you to a game of pool. You ask her, So what does the winner get? She says, The loser has to do whatever the winner wants. You laugh nonchalantly, but inside your head youre doing a victory dance. Your mental victory dance is short lived though, because she beats you at pool.brutally. After she sinks the eight ball you put your cue stick back on the wall rack and shake her hand. You say, Congratulations. So, what do you want me to do? She smiles at you wickedly and says, You will follow me now. Then she takes you back to her room and dominates you in ways that leaves marks on your body for weeks. Its the most exci ting and terrifying experience youve ever had or will have. The next morning you limp into the kitchen and steal some ice out of the freezer. You look up and see a notice written on the chalk board above the sink. It says, New jobs available: Manager of the Rotten Apple or waiter at a Turkish restaurant. Which job would you like to take? Become the new manager of the Rotten Apple. Become a waiter.

You chose to hit on the Malaysian guy. You start talking to the Malaysian guy and are immediately impressed by how kind and sweet he is. You think you might have finally found a guy who isnt a complete jerk. You try to ask him about his home, but you can barely hear anything each other are saying over the party music. So you ask him if he wants to slip away to the quiet room. You move to the quiet room and sit on one of the couches together close enough for your bodies to touch. He tells you lots of interesting facts about Malaysia that you never knew and probably never would have if youd never met this guy. Just making conversation you ask about Malaysian television, and he jumps up off the couch excitedly and says, Ill show you my favourite show! Then he runs out of the room and returns a few minutes later with his laptop. You spend the rest of the party snuggled together watching Malaysian television. Then you spend the rest of the night holding each other. You tell yourself that the emotional connection is better than sex, but deep down inside youre actually disappointed you didnt get luckybecause its been a while like, a long while. The next morning you slowly lift the Malaysians arm off of you and slip off to the kitchen to make some tea. You look up at the chalk board above the sink and see an announcement written in big blue letters. It says, Two people needed to work for reduced rent. Positions available: dish washer and bathroom cleaner. You run to the reception area and press the big yellow button on the wall. A loud buzz echoes throughout the hostel, and a few minutes later Jason comes around the corner. You tell him you want one of the jobs. He says, Which job do you want? Become the hostel kitchen cleaner. Become the hostel bathroom cleaner.

You chose to dance with the Chinese girl. Youve never danced let alone flirted with a Chinese girl. So you have absolutely no idea how to approach her or read her body language. As dire as that makes the situation sound you take it as a challenge. You stride up to the Chinese girl like John Travolta and pull her into your arms. You spin her around and swing her away from you. You catch her hand and roll her back into your arms and dip her. Suspended in the air she looks up to you, and you look down at her. You pull her up to your chest and kiss her like two stars in a classic movie. Just kidding. Both of you dance like chickens all night, but you dont notice because youre so into each other. You spend the night laughing and groping each other until the clubs close and the bus takes you back to the hostel. The giggling and grouping continues in her bed room. Then the giggling turns to moaning, and the groping turns to scratching. You spend the whole next day lying in bed together finding out that you have absolutely nothing in common. Youre so opposite on everything that you cant help but feel that under different circumstances (or given enough time) you would be nemeses. You leave her room contemplating running off into the night and hiding in the woods. As you pass reception Jason gives you a big, cheesy thumbs up because everybody knows what you did last night. He tells you hes got more work for you. What job would you like to do? Pull an Into the Wild. Be a sorter at the pack house.

You chose to dance with the Korean guy. You look around the dance floor for a partner who is up to your standards, and you see a tall, dark and handsome Korean guy from the hostel. You dont dance over to him. You just make sure he sees you making eye contact with him, and then he dances over to you. You groove together for a half hour, and he has all the right movesunlike you, but he doesnt seem to mind. Your flirtatious dancing turns into grinding, and then that turns into making out on the dance floor. After a couple of minutes you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and its a bouncer who tells you to leave. You walk out of the hostel and ask the Korean guy, So what do we do until the bus leaves? He says, Why dont we get a taxi back to the hostel? You agree, and ten minutes later youre headed back to Hastings. Another fifteen minutes later the taxi pulls up to the front door. The Korean guy pays the driver and you go back to the Koreans room where he teaches you the Korean words for all the body parts of yours that he kisses. You dont remember any of the words, but youll never forget the experience. You sleep in late and miss work the next day. Around lunch time you get a text message from your boss saying that youre fired for not showing up to work. You deleted the message and go ask Jason what kind of other job opportunities are available. He says theres a pack house job available. It sounds a little boring, and you consider just running off into the wild without any money or plan like that guy on Into the Wild and see what happens. Pull an Into the Wild. Be a sorter at the pack house.

You chose to go to the quiet room with the Australian girl. You accept the Australian girls invitation and sneak off to the quiet room hand in hand. As soon as the door is shut behind you she pushes you against it and you start swapping spit. She pulls herself away from you long enough to pull your shirt off. She lunges at you again, but you stop her and say, We should put a table against the door so nobody comes in. She agrees and together you barricade the door. With that little task done you fall onto the couch and proceed to rip the rest of each others clothes off. She pushes you onto your back and climbs on top of you. You look up into her eyes hungrily. Then you look over her shoulder and see a whole crowd of backpackers on the back porch looking through the window holding up their camera phones. You briefly consider telling the Australian, but you dont want to ruin the mood. So you decide to just keep on doing what youre doing and worry about the consequences later. The next morning Jason opens the sliding window that connects the reception area to the quiet room and asks you if youd like a new job. Which job would you like? Pick apples on a group contract. Pick apples on a solo contract.

You chose to go to the laundry room with the Texan guy. As a general rule you expect your romantic liaisons to happen in romantic places under romantic circumstances, but youre swept up with the vibe of the party, and you rationalize to yourself that everyone needs to have at least one wild, uninhibited experiencepreferably with someone who doesnt live in your home town and/or know anyone you know. So you throw caution to the wind and seize the opportunity to live out your cowboy fantasy. He leads you into the laundry room, and you shut and barricade the door behind you. He lifts you up onto the drier and puts $3 in to turn it on. The slight shaking doesnt really do anything for you, but at least it muffles the sound. Forty five minutes later you both fall asleep on a dirty pile of sheets. The next morning Jason tries to open the door to the laundry room to finish washing the sheets youre sleeping on, but the door wont open. So he pounds on the door angrily. You and the Texan hastily put your clothes back on and try to sneak out the window, but it wont open far enough for you to fit through. So the Texan opens the door and has a very awkward conversation with Jason in which both of you almost get asked to leave the hostel. After you apologize enough times Jason finally decides not to kick you out. Instead he says, Well, while Ive got you here, theres some more work available. Which job do you want? Pick apples on a group contract. Pick apples on a solo contract.

You chose to do grape picking. You choose to do grape picking because it sounds like you dont have to do much heavy lifting, and youre right. You spend your days with a pair of worn out clippers cutting bunches of grapes off of vines and then throwing them in a bucket. Its not all romantic and easy though. Your back hurts from bending over, and you come back to the hostel every afternoon covered in sticky grape goo. Your favourite part of the job is driving too and from work. Every time you finish harvesting the grapes from one vineyard you and your crew move to another one and pick all their grapes. Over the course of the season you get to ride all around Hawkes Bay. One vineyard you work at is on the wall of a valley in the mountains. Its the hardest vineyard you work at since you have to walk up and down the steep embankment all day, but its your favourite job, because the valley is kind of what you always imagined Heaven looks like. To get to another vineyard you have to drive past a fresh blueberry ice cream stand where a cute blonde girl works. You stop there every day after work to get a cone. You have to pass by a microbrewery to get to another vineyard, and you stop off for a pint every day you work at that vineyard. Other than buying a few blueberry ice cream cones and a couple of pints of beer you dont waste your money, and you save up enough to travel around New Zealand in search of more adventure. You weigh your options and decide you want to go to one of the following places after you leave The Rotten Apple. Which one do you want to go to? Go to Raglan. Go to Coromandel.

You chose to do leaf plucking. You havent done all of the seasonal fruit jobs available in Hawkes Bay, but you know people who have, and from what youve heard leaf plucking sounds the easiest. So you choose to do that. Your research proved correct. Leaf plucking is the least physically demanding seasonal fruit job. Unfortunately, its also the most mind-numbing. Every day you show up at a vineyard and walk down the rows plucking off any leaf blocking sunlight from reaching the grape clusters. All you do is pick pick pick pick pick. The monotony slowly drives you insane. You lose yourself in your thoughts and start living in the past. You relive old conflicts and romances in your mind. You start having entire conversations with yourself about what youre going to do with your life and why the hell youre spending all day picking leaves off of plants when your body is basically a bidpedal autonomous cosmic super computer with opposable thumbs. Youre the most valuable tool in the universe, but here you are picking leaves and suffering from sensory deprivation. By the end of the season you have no concept of who you are anymore and decide to embark on a new journey of self-discovery. Where will your next journey begin? Go to Raglan. Go to Coromandel.

You chose to do wire lifting. All of the people you like best from the hostel are all on the wire lifting team. So you jump at the chance to spend more time with them, and you get your wish. You wake up at the same time every day and have breakfast with each other. If anyone over sleeps someone always wakes them up. You ride to work together, and you partner up on each row of grape vines so you can work faster and have someone to talk to. You ride home with each other and spend the evenings sitting on the back porch together. Over the weeks you learn the life stories of each member of your crew and you marvel at how wildly different and yet exactly the same your lives have been and how they led you all to the same far corner of the world at the same time. Even though you only end up spending a few months together you bond like family and create memories together that will always hold a special place in your heart. You have a few misunderstandings, but you dont hold them against each other because your friendship is important. You savour the time you have together because you know its fleeting, and youve only got one shot to make the memories youll all take to your graves. So you burn like roman candles in the sky and raise a toast to life every night. Inevitably the day comes when life pulls you apart and throws you in different directions. You try to be nonchalant about it, but you get a little chocked up when all the guys shake each others hands and all the girls get hugs and kisses. Heading out of the parking lot you take one last look back and wave goodbye one last time before setting your course for Go to Raglan. Go to Coromandel.

You chose to play online poker. Youve heard of people making a full time job out of playing online poker and earning a lot of money while just sitting around in their bathrobes. You convince yourself that these people have life figured out, and youre going to live the dream just like them. Youll hang out in the hostel all day w ith your laptop making money, and when youve made a couple thousand youll go travel all over New Zealand with money you got for free. Its a beautiful dream. Unfortunately for you the dream turns out to be a nightmare. You lose all of your savings over the course of a week and have to call your parents and have them wire you some money so you dont have to live off of butter and rice. You drag your tail to reception and ask Jason if he has any jobs available. He says he has three. Which one would you like? Do grape picking. Do leaf plucking. Do wire lifting.

You chose to do apple picking. Youve heard that apple pickers can make $200-$300 per day because you dont get paid by the hour; you get paid $30-$40 per bin you fill with apples. Unfortunately, you quickly discover that you have to be in peak mental and physical condition to be able to make that kind of money. Your first day of apple picking you only make $70, but after a week youre making around $140. By the end of the next week youre making a respectable $180 per day. You use all the energy you have at work every day, and youre amazed that youre still able to keep putting in a full days work. For that matter, youre surprised that everyone you work with is able to work all day every day. You figured someone would have broken down in tears and run out of the orchard screaming. You know its happened before because your supervisor told you that every year a few backpackers crack under the stress of doing real work. You dont crack. You get better, and your last week of apple picking you break the $300 mark. Now you have enough money to do some traveling. Where will you go to first? Go to Raglan. Go to Coromandel.

You chose to do grape thinning. Youre absolutely terrified of heights. You cant even stand on a step ladder without getting wobbly knees. Since working in apple orchards requires using a tall aluminium ladder you choose to do grape thinning. Of course, you dont tell Jason youre afraid of heights. Since you cant think of a good excuse why you want to do grape thinning you dont offer one. You just say, I want to do grape thinning. Every day you take a moment to appreciate that your feet never leave the ground. You get into the work, which isnt bad. All you have to do is use a pair of garden clippers to cut off the runty, green grape clusters off the vines so that the ripe, purple grapes will get bigger and juicier. The work isnt bad. Its just frustrating sometimes when the grape clusters grow wrapped around each other and you have to try to untangle them without bruising the grapes you want to keep on the vine. Over the weeks you become an expert at grape thinning and come to think of yourself as a grape artist. Having said that, youre slightly disillusioned with vineyards. When you first arrived in Hastings and rode past all the vineyards they looked magical to you, like they might be a place where you could find a rabbit hole to a magical fantasy land. Now when you see a vineyard all you can think of is work. At least the work wasnt all for naught. You save up your pay checks until you have enough money to travel around New Zealand and find new magical places. Where would you like to go first? Go to Raglan. Go to Coromandel.

You chose to do bud rubbing. Everyone youve ever talked to who has done bud rubbing has said its the easiest job in Hastings because all you have to do is walk down the rows of grapes in a vineyard and rip/kick the excess branches and vines off of the grape plants. So when youre given the opportunity to volunteer for bud rubbing you take it without thinking about it. Unfortunately, everyone youve ever spoken to about bud rubbing worked on vineyards with young plants where the vineyard owners called in bud rubbing crews before the excess branches and vines got out of control. You, on the other hand, end up working on thick, elderly vines that are long overdue to be rubbed. So every plant has three or four massive offshoots that are too thick to pluck off with your hands. You spend the next two weeks giving yourself a back ache and end up quitting the day before the vineyard is finished. Had you not quit you would have gone to another much easier vineyard next where you wouldnt have been so overwhelmed. You would have worked for several more months and made a lot of money that you would have spent traveling around New Zealand with friends youll keep for a lifetime. You would have even spent a month in Asia after leaving New Zealand. As it stands you call your parents and beg them for money to get you out of Hastings, and you get it from them even if you dont get their respect. With what little money you made working and the money your parents sent you now have enough to do a little traveling. Where would you like to go first? Go to Queenstown. Go to Invercargill. Go to the Fjordlands National Park.

You chose to do weed pulling. Youre not afraid of hard work. Youre just afraid of complicated work. So when youre offered the choice to do weed pulling you think to yourself, How bad can it be? All I have to do is yank plants out of the dirt. You accept the weed pulling job and get instructions on when and where to show up the next day. At 7am the next day you show up at an apple orchard where the trees barely come up to your waist. The farmer tells you that he hasnt kept on top of the mowing, which has given giant weeds a chance to grow. Now he cant just mow them over because the stumps will grow their tops right back. Thats why you have to go down each row and pull the big weeds out by hand. You didnt bring gloves with you, but the farmer sells you a pair for $5. You put them on and attack the weeds with the fury of a Viking. Out of the eight or ten other backpackers pulling weeds youre the fastest by far. You finish weeding an entire row before anyone else is even halfway done. You congratulate yourself for your victory until about lunch time when you tear a back muscle. You limp through the rest of the day while everyone else soldiers on. The people you passed pass you, and by the end of the day the do twice as many rows as you, and theyre still walking tall when t hey leave whereas you hobble away in agony. The next day you drag yourself to the medical centre that (thankfully) shares a parking lot with The Rotten Apple. You fill out some paperwork and see a doctor. You tell him you got injured on the job, and he gives you some ACC forms to fill out. The paperwork you fill out gets the cost of your doctor visit drastically reduced, and the doctor tells you that if your injury keeps you out of work for over a week then your employer will have to pay you until you get better.

Your injury isnt that bad though. Youll be back to work within the week, but you sure would like free moneyespecially if all the prescriptions for pain killers and anti -inflammatories the doctor gave you are going to cost a lot of money. Fortunately, New Zealand medicine is subsidized by the government. So you hobble out of the medical centre with a giant back full of pills that you only paid about $15 for. You spend the next four days zonked out on pills watching daytime television and getting taunted by Jason for being lazy. Eventually you get your lazy ass back to work. By that time the weeding job is finished. So you get work in an orchard. You soldier on with everyone else for the next few months without incident and redeem yourself in your own mind. Your hard work is rewarded with good money, and by the end of the season you have enough saved to leave Hastings in search of new adventures and new hardships to overcome. Where will you go next? Go to Queenstown. Go to Invercargill. Go to the Fjordlands National Park.

You chose to pick cherries. You really, really love cherries. You dont understand why everyone doesnt eat cherries at every meal. So you salivate at the idea of being able to work in a cherry orchard and eat fresh cherries off the trees all day. You show up at the orchard bright and early the next morning with a couple other backpackers from the hostel. The farmer gives you detailed instructions on how cherry picking works. He demonstrates by strapping a fruit bucket to his chest and then climbing up an aluminium ladder. He picks off the ripe, red cherries and leaves the little, white ones. When his bucket is half full he climbs down the ladder and walks over to a big plastic bin lying on the ground. He kneels over and unhooks two strings on either side of his bucket. This makes the bottom of the bucket fall open, and the cherries come tumbling out into the bin. The job is simple enough, and the farmer is really friendly. The weather is nice, and you cant wait to gorge yourself on cherries. So you grab your harness and ladder and get up into the trees. The farmer compliments your enthusiasm.You feel a little bad about stealing the farme rs cherries, especially since hes such a nice guy, but your love of cherries is stronger than your loyalty to your employer. Unfortunately, the pesticides that had been sprayed on the cherries are stronger than your immune system. You would have been okay if you only ate a few pesticide-covered cherries, but you ate enough cherries to give you diarrhoea even without the added chemicals. Plus, you have a rare allergy to the pesticides. So you end up leaving the orchard in an ambulance and spending the next three days in a coma. When you get out of the hospital you decide to take the money youve already m ade and get out of Hastings. Where will you go? Go to Waiheke Island. Go to Kaikora. Go to Australia.

You chose to pick pears. You could care less what work youre doing as long as youre making money. So for no reason in particular you tell Jason you want to pick pears. He lets you know who youll be riding with, and you meet your new work mates the next morning in the kitchen while making your morning tea. You chit chat about nothing in particular really not even listening to what each other are saying but just talking to talk. When the clock strikes 7:30 you and your mates file out the door and get in a car just like you ve done every weekday for most of your life. You zone out in the back seat of the car, lulled to a waking-sleep by the monotony of your routine. Unfortunately your driver is zoned out as well and runs a stop sign. You dont even notice when an 18 wheel truck carrying a bed full of tree trunks slams into the side your tiny car crushing it like tinfoil and killing everyone inside instantly. After you die theres nothing left of your identity to call a soul. Theres nothing to suffer, regret or enjoy. Theres simply nothing just like there was nothing before you were born. Theres no time to measure how long you are nothing and nowhere, but at some point, despite all probability you open your eyes again, take a breath and cry. A doctor cuts your placenta, wraps you in a blanket and hands you to your mother. From that day forward you re-live your life exactly as it happened the last time. The only difference is when Jason asks you where you want to work he doesnt offer you the option to pick pears. Where will you work this time? Pick cherries. Work at the carnival.

You chose to work at the carnival. Hell yeah you want to work at a carnival. It doesnt involve hard manual labour, and its just th e kind of quirky experience you came to New Zealand to experience. You get directions to the fair grounds and show up there the next morning. A large Kiwi man wearing a rugby jersey, stubbies and gum boots shows you around the carnival grounds and assigns you to a game where contestants shoot a water pistol at a target, and when they hit the target it makes a little mechanical horse run across a stage. Whoevers horse reaches the finish line first wins gets a cheap, toxic toy that was made in a sweat shop somewhere in the bowels of Asia. You love your job. You hate most of your customers, but in some ways that makes your job more fun and interesting. You taunt children in ways theyre too young to understand and stare at the exhibitionists who are old enough to be stared at. One day you get caught staring at an attractive cougar. Fortunately she was Italian, and Italian women take staring as flirting. You have a four day romance in a hotel, which ends with you finding an envelope on the bed. Inside the envelope is $6000 cash and a note that says, Too Wong Foo. Thanks for everything. You take a long shower in the hotel bathroom and decide its about time you did some traveling. Where will you go next? Go to Waiheke Island. Go to Kaikora. Go to Australia.

You chose to work at the wine label factory. Youre curious to find out what a wine factory looks like. In your head you imagine it to be sort of like the Crayon factory from Sesame Street. It turns out to be a bit different. The job is boring and monotonous as all hell. Wine bottles come down a conveyor belt and you put a label on the bottle. Thats all you do all day, and you get paid minimum wage for it. The thing you enjoy most about your job is getting to hang out with the other workers on smokos. Theyre an unlikely mix of nationalities and temperaments. There are a couple of South African surfers, an Irish welder, a pair of German law students and a few locals with prison tats who roll their own cigarettes. You learn something you never knew from each of them, and you try to leave them with some good stories and words of wisdom that they can carry with them for the rest of their lives. At least, you hope you make a good enough impression that they remember you. Suddenly you feel very vain for sitting around hoping other people sit around thinking about you for the rest of their lives. But come on. Everyone does that. Dont they? Eventually the factory processes all its grapes and the bottles stop coming. Down the conveyor belt. So you say your goodbyes to your workmates and close that chapter in your lives. Where will the next chapter in your life open? Go to Waiheke Island. Go to Kaikora. Go to Australia.

You chose to work at the canned fruit factory. You figure if you drop a bottle of wine at work you could get charged for it, but if you drop a can of fruit you can just put it back and act like nothing happened. So you pick the canned fruit factory and quickly realize that everyone you work with has pretty much the same work ethic as you. You realize that if you get a haircut, stop slouching and work hard you could easily snag a low level management job. Youre basically looking at free money on the table. All you have to do is take it. You resolve yourself to the goal of becoming a manager, and you do everything you need to do to make that happen, and low and behold it happens. Your Indian manager takes a liking to you as soon as you start dressing and acting more professional. He gives you a raise and an easier job. When you finally leave he gives you a glowing recommendation letter and his home phone number. As youre walking to your car in your pressed khaki pants, button up shirt and fake leather shoes you see a van full of white guys with dreadlocks peel out of the parking lot in van going so fast the surf boards strapped to the roof almost fall off. They speed off down the road pumping their fists out the windows shouting something about life being great and catching waves. You look down at your letter of recommendation you were planning on using to get another soulless office job where you spend all day surfing the internet and telling poor people to work harder. You realize that if you keep going down the path youre on youll never peel out of a parking lot pumping your fists in the air out of sheer exuberance for life. More likely youll end up listening to Enya on your way home to relax you from a stressful day at the office. You shudder and get in your car. You sit there for half an hour thinking about your life before driving off. Where will you go next? Go to Waiheke Island. Go to Kaikora. Go to Australia.

You chose to become the manager of the Rotten Apple Jason decides hed rather spend his days playing golf than picking up after backpackers all day. So he offers you the chance to become the manager. Since your favourite part about Hastings is hanging out at the hostel and your least favourite part is manual labour you accept the job without hesitation. You get your own private room and a minifridge. You also get to use the washing machine and drier for free. The first few weeks are frustrating as you try to figure out how to check guests in and find them work. The job is a roller coaster of long periods of downtime broken up by frantic hours of trying to give everyone everything they want while everything that can go wrong does go wrong. You find your rhythm and figure out more efficient ways to do things. You spend your downtime on whatever hobby interests you most at that time. You try to avoid watching daytime television, and you learn about a lot of really good TV shows from other coun tries that youd never heard of. You also expand your knowledge of world music 100 fold. In fact, you learn an associates degree worth of world knowledge during the year you spend managing The Rotten Apple. When you finally leave you get a glowing letter of recommendation saying youre responsible and competent enough to be a hotel manager, an events coordinator, a human resource manager, and/or a janitor. You also save up a fair bit of money to travel with. Where will you go next? Go to Dunedin. Do the Tongariro Crossing. Go to Blenheim.

You chose to be a waiter at a Turkish restaurant. You like the idea of working inside and making tips. So you choose be a waiter. Unfortunately you learn too late that Kiwis dont tip. Its not that theyre cheap. Like many cultures around the world they just dont see the need to. During your time waiting at the restaurant you eat heaps of good Turkish food and become good friends with the owners. They regularly invite you to their house for dinner. You fall in love with most of their culture, and by the time you finish working for them youre almost an expert on Turkey. You make sincere plans to visit Turkey one day, but life ends up getting in the way and it never happens. Despite the fact that you dont get any tips you still manage to save enough money to travel around New Zealand. Where would you like to go first? Go to Dunedin. Do the Tongariro Crossing. Go to Blenheim.

You chose to be the hostel kitchen cleaner. You go to the reception area to ask Jason about the kitchen cleaner job. Hes not there. So you ring the big yellow bell on the wall opposite the reception window, and a minute later Jason shows up. He tells you that the kitchen cleaner gets their rent reduced to $50 per week in exchange for cleaning the kitchen and washing any leftover dishes every night at 9:30. Working every night on top of your regular work seems a little daunting, but you wont pass up cheap rent. So you take the job before anyone else even knows it exists, and that night you lock the kitchen door at 9:30 sharp and get to scrubbing. Over the weeks you slowly lose a little faith in humanity because so many people leave dishes for you to wash even though there are signs everywhere saying to wash your dishes, and you know that everybody knows that you have to wash any dishes left in the kitchen. You keep telling yourself that the cheap rent makes it all worthwhile, and youre right. The money you save adds up quickly, and by the time you leave The Rotten Apple youve saved enough money to do some proper traveling. But youre so used to not spending money that you decide to travel as cheaply as possible. Where would you like to go first? Go freedom camping. Go D.O.C. hopping

You chose to be the hostel bathroom cleaner. Jason walks by while youre reading the advertisement for the new jobs. You ask him how much work they involve, and he says that the kitchen has to be cleaned every night, but the bathrooms only need to be cleaned three times a week. Nobody wants to clean toilets, but you want reduced rent, and if you only have to clean them three times a week then so much the better. You accept the job of bathroom cleaner, and Jason erases that part of the advertisement off of the chalk board. Then he gives you a key ring with the keys to unlock the toilet paper dispensers and get into the hallway closet where the trash bags and toilet paper are kept. The job is not glamorous, but its not as bad as you expected, and it quickly becomes a part of your routine that you do without even thinking about it. What you do notice though is all the money youre saving. When the time finally comes for you to leave The Rotten Apple you write a new advertisement on the kitchen chalk board and find a replacement that day. You train your replacement and hand over your key ring. The next day you check out of The Rotten Apple and trade Jason your room key for your twenty dollar deposit. You leave the hostel with a heavy heart but hope for the future. Where will you go next? Go to Coromandel. Go freedom camping. Go D.O.C. hopping

You chose to pull an Into the Wild. You get it into your head that it would be a good idea to leave everything you own and all your money at the hostel and go tramping with nothing but your wits to keep you alive. You hitch hike around New Zealand successfully (but hungrily) for several months before you decide to go live in the mountains and survive off of the land. Unfortunately you wits are no match for Mother Nature, and you freeze to death on the side of a mountain in the middle of nowhere. Several years later a Belgian couple finds your decomposed body, and after the authorities do an autopsy your remains are sent back to your family. Your soul floats through the universe for eternity. You travel through stars, planets and gas clouds without feeling a thing. Then one day you pass by a black hole and feel yourself being tugged towards it. You try to will yourself away, but the force drags you into the abyss. Your mind screams in terror as youre sucked into the unknown. Your trip through the black hole is painless, and on the other side you find yourself floating over and endless desert. Theres no sun, moon, stars our clouds in the sky. Just red sand and black sky. The only thing you see is a wooden door frame with an old wooden door hinged to the frame. The door opens silently, and you can see the desert on the other side. Hesitantly you pass through the open door, and you instantly find yourself back in the flesh at The Rotten Apple talking to Jason about work. He tells you the only job available is being a sorter at a pack house. Click the link below or scroll down to the next page to continue your journey. Be a sorter at the pack house.

You chose to sort apples at the pack house. You like the idea of working inside doing relatively light work. So youre relieved to get offered work in a pack house. Jason gives you the address of the pack house and the name of the supervisor, and the next day you show up there at 7:30am. The supervisor shows you around the pack house and leaves you standing at a conveyor belt. All day long apples come down the conveyor belt, and you pick off the bruised and unripe apples. You take the good apples and load them into pieces of cardboard that have been designed to hold apples. Then you put the plates of apples into boxes, which are then sealed and loaded into shipping containers, which are then sent to Asia and Europe. The work isnt excitingat all, but you make up for it by having more fun in the evenin gs when you sit on the back porch of the hostel talking and laughing with the other backpackers. You share stories about where youve all been, and you inspire each other to visit the places other people have been. Eventually the apple picking season ends, and a few weeks after that the pack house runs out of apples. You collect your last pay check and a complimentary box of apples from your supervisor and head back to the hostel to figure out where youre going to go next. Where will that be? Go hitchhiking. Stay at a hippie commune. Go WOOFing.

You chose to do apple picking on a group contract. You know you can put in a full days work, but youre not sure about everyone else. You dont want to lose money by working on a group contract with a bunch of slow people who youre just going to have to carry, but at the same time you know youre going t o have bad days yourself and it would be nice if everyone else could carry you on those days. After some internal debate you decide to hedge your bets and work on a group contract. Your bet turns out to be a good one. Nobody on your team is lazy, and the fact that youre all working together motivates you to motivate each other and push yourselves when youre faltering. After a few weeks of apple picking everyone is in the groove, and one day your supervisor congratulates your team for beating his own old teams record for most bins picked in a day. Your team doesnt get filthy rich, but you make enough money to fund a well -deserved vacation and have a little money left over when you finally get back home. What will you do after you leave The Rotten Apple. Go hitchhiking. Stay at a hippie commune. Go WOOFing.

You chose to do apple picking on a solo contract. You dont like the idea of sharing the money you earn picking apples with anyone else. Granted, if youre slower than the other person or people then youll get free money from their hard work. But thats too much like stealing from other hardworking people to you. So you decide to work on a solo contract. Every morning you arrive at the orchard and throw yourself into your work as if each apple you pick was made of gold. Of course, theyre not, but sometimes towards the end of the work day they feel like they weigh as much as gold. That doesnt slow you down though. You work hard, and earn good moneynot as much as you want but enough to fund your next adventure. During the weeks you spend all alone in the orchard you think about everything thats ever happened to you. You find yourself wondering what its all leading up to. Sure, youre going to go home eventually and a get a job and a lover and maybe some kids. Youll get a retirement plan and a mortgage. But whats all that leading up to? Wheres it all going, and why do we have to work so hard and jump through so many hoops to get there, and is it even worth it? If not, whats the alternative? Is it even realistic to drop out of the game? You cant live without money, and you cant really escape anyway because everywhere you go you just end up living in a house or an apartment going to and from work every day. You spend a full day in the orchard seriously planning on starting a Fight Club where you and other angsty suburbanites can take out your existential dilemmas on each other. By the end of the day you come to your sense and realize that, while Fight Club was a good book/movie, actually starting a real life Fight Club is a horrible idea on so many levels. You decide to just go traveling instead. Where will you go next? Go hitchhiking. Stay at a hippie commune. Go WOOFing.

You chose to go to Raglan. You spend several months working in Hawkes Bay. You make a lot of friends from a lot of places who teach you a lot of things about a lot of things. Of all the conversations you have with the other world travellers the ones who always fascinate you the most are the vagrant surfers. You spend nights lapping up their stories of surfing exotic tides and living in vans with several other people. Its not long before you decide youre going to spend the rest of your vacation in New Zealand surfing. You ask around the hostel if New Zealand has any cool surf towns, and everyone automatically says, Raglan. So when its finally time to quit your job and check out of the hostel you catch a bus to straight to Raglan carrying nothing but a backpack and a pocket full of cash. You check into a hip eco-campground where you can work part time for free rent and devote the rest of your time to learning how to surf and bonding with other surfers. Its everything you hoped for. You meet white people from all over the globe with dreadlocks, and no matter what language they speak they all say, Bro. And theyre all hedonists. They dont all have herpes, butyou get it from one of them. The End.

You chose to go to Queenstown. You spend several months in Hastings working and playing. As much as you enjoy partying at The Rotten Apple with the international crowd of backpackers your one complaint is that there arent any big night clubs around. Even the venues in Napier and Havelock North dont satisfy your appetit e for the wild life. So you ask everyone who has travelled around New Zealand where you can find what youre looking for. Most people recommend Wellington, but Queenstown perks your interest more. Even though Queenstown is smaller and more isolated than Wellington its one of the most popular tourist destinations in New Zealand. Some people complain that its over-commercialized, but you figure the only reason its commercialized is because everyone wants to go there. When the summer ends you take a plane from Napier to Queenstown and check into a working backpacker hostel and promptly get a job working the lifts at a ski resort. You spend the winter days standing in the snow flirting with rich tourists, and you spend the winter nights at the clubs flirting with the same rich tourists you saw on the slopes. You spend your money as fast as you earn it, but you tell yourself reasons not to worry about it. By the end of the season you dont have any money left to continue traveling with. So you change your plane ticket and leave New Zealand two months before your visas runs out. With a heavy heart you post a status update on Facebook saying that youre leaving New Zealand, but thirty minutes later one of the tourists youd flirted with earlier in the season messages you and invites you to come to the French Alps with them and theyll pay for everything. So you change your ticket again and keep chasing the dream. The End.

You chose to go to Invercargill. You came to New Zealand to get away from the world, and one of your favourite things about working in the orchards and vineyards of Hawkes Bay is that when youre in those fields you feel a million miles away from all the worlds problems. It feels like if there was an apocalypse youd be the last to know. While you enjoy visiting with the other guests at The Rotten Apple and learning their stories and insights into life you always feel this tug in your heart pulling you farther away from society. So once youve finally saved enough money to live without working for a few months you buy a motorcycle off of TradeMe and drive south to Wellington. There you drive your motorcycle onto a ferry that takes you to the North tip of the South island. You drive your motorcycle off the ferry and head South until you run out of road. Your journey takes you to Invercargill, and its everything youd hoped for. The only thing South of Invercargill is Stewart Island (a bird sanctuary) and Antarctica. To the North West is the sparsely populated Fjordland National Park, and if you cross the Catlins and drive up the East coast youll hit a few sizable towns eventually, but theyre only slightly less isolated than Invercargill. Cold, arctic wind keeps most people off the streets, which makes the town feel more empty than it is, and the overcast sky casts a shadow of dejection over everything. You enhance the experience by setting your Ipod to repeat and walking laps around town listening to The Streets of Philadelphia. Your mind slips into a melancholy fantasy world, and you spend your nights sitting up drinking gin, smoking cigarettes and writing a semi-autobiographical book that captures your generations existential dilemma. You get it published before you even leave New Zealand, and the book immediately picks up a cult following that snowballs into mainstream acceptance. Eventually you earn enough money to move back to Invercargill with a permanent residents visa. You try to create another masterpiece, but you all you manage to create is cirrhosis of the liver. The End.

You chose to go to the Fjorland National Park The thing you enjoy most about staying at The Rotten Apple is spending your evenings sitting on the back porch visiting with the other travellers and swapping stories. You make it a point to ask questions about New Zealand so you can plan the best vacation possible before your visa runs out and you have to leave the country. Most of the people you speak to say the most beautiful part of New Zealand is Fjordland National Park. So you decide thats going to be your first (and longest stop). You save up a couple thousand dollars and buy an old station wagon that has had the back seats taken out and a bed installed in the back. You check out of The Rotten Apple the day after buying the car and drive down to Wellington where you put the car on a ferry and cross the ocean to the South Island. You unload your car in Picton and drive East through Nelson to the Abel Tasman Peninsula. After a short stop in the Abel Tasman you press on down the East coast. You enter the Fjordlands and find a free campsite near a river thats too cold to swim in. You set up camp and get ready to go exploring, but you realize you dont have to go any further to enjoy majestic scenery. So you cook a pot of beans on your camp stove and kick back on a fold-out chair with a beer and a spoon. The next day you get up early to enjoy the sunrise before tackling your first big hike. You spend the next two weeks hiking through the mountains and enjoying being completely cut off from all the chaos and problems in the world. The best and worst thing about the Fjordlands is the mountain parrots. Theyre awesome, because theyre mountain parrots, but they have gigantic beaks that can rip the windshield wipers off of a car. You wake up every morning to find them destroying your camp site. Eventually you leave the park and explore the rest of New Zealand, but in memory of your time in the Fjordland you get a tattoo of a mountain parrot on your left shoulder. The End.

You chose to go to Waiheke Island. Years before you ever came to New Zealand you promised yourself that before you died youd live on an island. That pledge wasnt the only reason you came to New Zealand, but it settled the decision. While, yes, New Zealand is an island its big enough that it doesnt feel like an islandat least not in the way you had in mind. You want to be on an island so small that its impossible to ever forget that youre on a tiny little island. Unfortunately, you dont have the money or visas to stay somewhere like Hawaii, Fiji, Tonga or Samoa. You know that New Zealand has hundreds, if not thousands of smaller islands off its coast. So you ask the locals you work with which of the smaller islands is the best to live on. They inform you that most of the smaller islands are nature preserves, and you cant even go hiking or camping on them, but Waiheke Island, off the coast of Auckland, is small enough to have the island vibe but big enough to fit vineyards where you can work. It has lots of pristine beaches that homeless people dont live on, an d the most popular form of transportation is motor scooters. You try to save $2,000 before moving to Waiheke Island, but you only manage to save $1,700 before you get impatient and rationalize to yourself that $1,700 is close enough. You catch a bus to Auckland and take the ferry to Waiheke Island. There you check into a hostel on a hill with hammocks strung between palm trees in the back yard. You network with the other backpackers and end up working as a dish washer in a beachfront caf instead of working in the vineyards. The work is exhausting, but you get to meet lots of rich locals and foreign travellers. The work is exhausting, and you get to thinking that the perfect island fantasy would be more relaxing. So you save more money for the next two months and buy enough airplane and ferry tickets to get you to Stewart Island. You spend the next month watching sunrises, birds and sunsets. The day finally comes when you have to leave New Zealand, and you fly back to your home country in a sentimental daze. A month later, and for the rest of your life you work at a box factory. The End.

You chose to go to Kaikoura. The whole time youre working Hastings you dream of sandy beaches. You take as many excursions to the beaches of Hawkes Bay, but you dont want to just visit the beach. You want to live in a quintessential beach town where the ocean is always a three minute walk away. So during your many trips to the beaches you ask all the surfers and locals what the best beach towns in New Zealand are. The big three that perk your interest end up being Raglan, Kaikoura and Piha. But you decide Piha is to small, and Raglan isnt remote enough. So you settle on Kaikoura. You set a goal to save $2,000 and then move to Kaikoura. Once you meet that goal you check out of The Rotten Apple and catch a plane from Napier to Christchurch. From there you hitch hike the rest of the way to Kaikoura. You catch a ride with two Hawaiian surfers and listen to Hawaiian music all the way to Kaikoura. After swapping music on your laptops via external hard drives they drop you off on the main street of Kaikoura, and its everything youd hoped for. The quaint little beach town is crammed between the ocean and a wall of hills so big they might technically be mountains. The bulk of the town is along one road that runs along the beach. Theres a small suburb behind that, and if you take the main road out of town it leads to a string of fishing spots and fresh seafood kitchen buses before coming to a dead end at a seal colony. You rent a room in an old cat ladys house, and you find a job at a capsicum farm. You spend the res t of the summer laying on the beach meditating about how damned great your life isand how much your back hurts from picking capsicums. A week before you have to be out of the country you travel back up to Hastings and stay there for a few days to see which of your mates are still around and enjoy the new vibe for a few days. Then, with a tear in your eye you fly away. Your life never brings you back to New Zealand, but you carry a part of it with you the rest of your days. The End.

You chose to go to Australia. As famous as Australia is you never had much of a desire to go there. Its hot, and theres a million ways to die there. Surprisingly though, the longer you spend in New Zealand the more you want to go to Australia. The reason why is because half the back packers at The Rotten Apple spent the past year doing seasonal work in Australia, and even though they have a few horror stories they all fell in love with the countryand the pay checks. So you get on the internet and apply for a working holiday visa in Australia and wait for it be approved. Finally, one day you come back from work and check the new mail pile in front of reception and find a letter with your approved working holiday visa enclosed. You book your flight and check out of the hostel on the appointed day. By the time the sun sets youre walking the streets of Sydney looking for a backpacker hostel. You finally found one that looks dirty enough to be fun but not dirty enough to be dangerous. You spend the evening drinking with other travellers and quizzing everyone on work opportunities in the outback. Youre all ready to buy a car and drive to Red Rock when you meet a Danish punk rocker who is working in a concrete factory in Sydney. The next day when he gets back from work he brings you an application. You fill it out, and bring it to the factory the next day. The after that you start work. On your second day on the job a large piece of concrete falls on your foot, and an ambulance has to take you to the hospital. You spend the next week in the hospital metaphorically kicking yourself for ever coming to Australia, but your mood changes when you find out that your boss has to pay you full wages until a doctor says youre fit to work again. You spend the next week partying in Sydney and using your foot cast to elicit sympathy from members of the opposite sex. The rest of your year in Australia gets even weirder than that, but thats another story. The End.

You chose to go to Dunedin. You work a couple more months, and in that time you do pretty much every seasonal fruit-related job Hawkes Bay has to offer. Youre careful with your money and save enough to take a long vacation if you travel frugally. You rationalize to yourself that you need to do at least one extravagant thing while youre in New Zealand. The obvious choice would be to go sky diving or bungee jumping, but youre afraid of heights, and those adventures only last for a couple of minutes. You want to invest your money into an adventure that lasts. After much deliberation you decide to take a bus from Hastings to Palmerston North. From there you take the train to Wellington. Then you take the ferry to the South island and catch another train the rest of the way to Dunedin. The journey is one youll never forget. You fill up two memory cards with digital photos of the passing scenery. An old Bulgarian couple on the train see you taking pictures, and they offer to take one of you. After that you end up talking about photography and traveling for the rest of the ride. They give you their contact information and make you promise to come visit them if youre ever in Bulgaria. You promise, but inside you know youre never going to Bulgaria. You get to Dunedin and walk from the majestic train station to camp site twenty minutes away. When you check in you ask the receptionist where the party is as in Dunedin, and she says, The Octagon. To your dismay The Octagon is just the town centre, not a cage fighting arena. But you make the best of it anyway. You spend the next week partying with university students. Things are going great until New Years when you and your new mates set a couch on fire in the middle of the road and then try to ride a shopping cart down the worlds steepest road. You succeeded at burning the couch but failed to ride the shopping cart all the way down the hill. You and your mates did get to ride an ambulance all the way to the hospital though. After paying your hospital bill you change your plane ticket and hobble to the airport to catch a plane back to your very disappointed parents. The End.

You chose to do the Tongariro Crossing. During your stay at the Rotten Apple you develop a close bond with a group of happy-go-lucky, rich German girls. Youre surprised at how hard they work since theyre obviously used to the finer things in life, but they do a good enough job that the farmer you work for begs them not to leave. Since youve become a part of their inner circle it goes without saying that youll go traveling with them before they leave the country. Youll just stay with them until they catch their plane in Auckland, and then youll take the bus back to Hastings and work a few more months. The day you leave the hostel you politely strip the sheets off your bed and leave them by reception. Then you and the girls say your tearful goodbyes to everyone and pack up the fully equipped camper van one of the girls parents bought her. The first destination on your meticulously mapped out adventure is the Tongariro Crossing. As melancholy as your departure is the drive is full of excitement and singing. That mood changes when you arrive at the crossing and find out that its closed due to volcanic activity. You check into the nicest hostel you can find and spend the next few days sipping wine in a park watching the massive plumes of smoke billowing out of the top of the mountain. When you get bored of that you pack the van back up and head north to the Coromandel Peninsula and then up past Auckland to the Whangerei Peninsula. You drive straight up through the North Land to Ninety Mile Beach, then back down the West coast to Piha. Along the way you and your mates share your deepest secrets and create a lifelong bond. At Piha you make a pact to get back together somewhere new for a reunion party every five years.

You chose to go to Blenheim. You have one of the best summers of your life working in Hastings and staying at the Rotten Apple, and most of your mates plan on staying there as long as possible, but you want to see more of New Zealand. Even if the next place you go doesnt turn out to be as cool as the place youre at now, at least an adventure will come out of your misfortune, and it will make your memories of the good times that much rosier. So you find out when the grape pruning season starts in Blenheim and give Jason advanced notice of when youre checking out of The Rotten Apple. On the appointed day you catch a bus to Wellington, take the ferry to the South island and catch another bus from Picton to Blenheim. You check into another backpacker hostel that caters to season workers, and after paying a weeks rent up front the receptionist hands you the key to your room and a vineyard job. Bright and early the next morning you pile into a dirty, old SUV with another international crowd of backpackers and head to the vineyards. All day long you think about the times you had over the past summer, and you miss your mates. You start wondering if you made the right decision to leave everything you had in Hastings. You think that way for about a week, but you quickly make new friends and get into a new groove. You end up sharing a room at the hostel with a Croatian guy who has spent the last 7 years traveling all over the world doing odd jobs to survive. Hes wanderlust inspires you and makes you crave new sights and new experiences. Youd planned on staying in Blenheim for the whole season, but the Croatian decides to hitch hike to Fjordland National Park, and you practically invite yourself along with him. You spend the next four months tramping around New Zealand getting into absurd situations. When your visa runs out you pack your bags and head back homebut not for long. The End.

You chose to go to Coromandel. You end up spending 8 months working in Hastings. You quit work in the middle of the season to give yourself some time to travel and spend all the money you made. You want to see every region of New Zealand, and you want to experience everything the country has to offer, but first you want to spend a solid week either sitting on the beach or sitting in a hot spring. So you do some research on the internet and talk to some other backpackers who have already been traveling around New Zealand. You quickly learn about a place called Hot Water Beach in the Coromandel peninsula theres a beach with a natural hot spring bubbling out of the sand, and if you take a shovel with you then you can dig your own private hot tub on the beach and relax there until the tide comes in. Since Hot Water Beach has everything youre looking for you book a bus ticket and tell Jason youre checking out tomorrow. You take the bus to Coromandel and then hitch hike to the closest camp ground to Hot Water Beach. An elderly Maori lady picks you up in a big, dirty red flat-bed truck with a black Labrador sprawled out in the bed. She takes you the rest of the way to the campground and asks you about your country and all the relationships youve ever had. Shes wearing a jade necklace shaped like a fish hook with Maori patterns carved in it. You mention how cool it is, and she pulls it off over her head and hands it to you. You tell her you couldnt possibly accept it, but she insists until you bashfully take the necklace from her. Five awkward minutes later she drops you off at the camp ground, and speeds away. You check into the camp ground and change into your togs (thats what Kiwis call bathing suits) and skip off gleefully to the beach wearing your awesome new necklace and carrying a shovel. You realize digging a man-sized hole in wet sand is a lot of work, which is not what you came here for, but youre determined to spend the day in a sandy hot tub. So you put your back into it and make your dream come true. Then you travel around New Zealand a bunch and eventually go home. You never take your necklace off for years until you finally lose it in a bar fight in Rio de Janeiro. The End.

You chose to go freedom camping. The picking season ends, and theres a few weeks break before the pruning season starts. You have enough money saved up to sit around the hostel waiting for more work, but a lot of other backpackers are checking out and heading back to their home countries. One of them has a camper van that theyve been trying to sell with no luck. So they offer to sell it to you for a thousand dollars less than its worth. The back seats of the van have been removed and a bed installed in their place. Underneath the bed is a cache of camping and fishing equipment. You greedily accept their offer and run to the ATM to withdraw some money. You take your camper van and head off into the wild blue yonder. You spend the next few months traveling around the country sleeping in your van everywhere you go. You tend to stay close to the ocean so you can fish for your dinner (and sometimes breakfast). You hike half the trails in New Zealand and use some of the money youre saving on accommodation to go bungee jumping and sky diving. One day you get pulled over the police for running a stop sign, and when the cop checks your papers he sees that your visa ran out a month and a half ago. A few days later youre deported from the country, but you dont care, because you go home with a hell of a story to tell. The End.

You chose to go D.O.C. hopping. During your stay at The Rotten Apple you earn nearly $10,000. Unfortunately, you spend most of that partying. So when you only have two months left on your work visa you decide you need to get out of Hastings and see the rest of New Zealand no matter what. You do some internet searches for free or cheap places to stay even though you dont expect to find much. To your surprise you learn that the New Zealand Department of Conservation has camp sites all over the country that are either free or very cheap. You figure with the money youre going to save camping at D.O.C. sites you can afford to buy a GPS system for your car, which turns out to be the best idea youve had since you decided to stay at The Rotten Apple since most of the D.O.C. camps are in the middle of nowhere, and there arent many (if any) signs leading to them. You spend the next two months driving through the mountains and making short stops in small towns to stock up on provisions for your next expedition into the countryside. You meet more mosquitos than humans on your trip, and while you mind the mosquitos you dont mind the lack of company. You use the time alone to sort out your plans for the next phase of your life. When your time in New Zealand is over you sell your car on TradeMe and spend a week in Auckland. The day of your flight you take a shuttle to the airport and board your plane with a tear in your eye. You dont go home yet though. With the money you made from selling your car you spend a week in Samoa sleeping in a cottage on the beach and drinking Vailima. The End.

You chose to go hitchhiking. You find a copy of On the Road by Jack Kerouac in the quiet room at the hostel and read it cover to cover several times. It fills your head with romantic ideas about traveling with no money and no direction. So when the work runs out in Hawkes Bay you take a cardboard beer box out of the recycle bin and make a hitch hiking sign and go stand on the street corner with your thumb out. Within the hour an elderly couple picks you up and say theyre headed to Palmerston North. You figure its as good as any destination. You were wrong. After walking around Palmy (as the Kiwis call it) you realize theres nothing to do there. So you get your cardboard sign out and try to flag down another ride to anywhere else. You get picked up by a young Aussie couple traveling around New Zealand, and you spend the next two weeks riding around the North Island freedom camping with them. You part ways in Wellington, and you take the ferry down to the South Island. You hitch a ride from Picton to Nelson and end up falling in love with the bustling beach town. You stay there for a few weeks before hitch hiking all the way down to Invercargill and back up to Blenheim where you work in the vineyards there until you save up enough money to stay on the road. Your adventures take you to Australia, Thailand, India and Africa. When youre finally too road weary to go on you fly back home and spend the next four months writing your memoirswhich nobody reads. The End.

You chose to join a hippie commune. You wake up one morning and think to yourself, Why am I working for capitalist pigs on corporate farms when I could be working on organic farms with people who love the earth and dreadlocks? So you go to the farmers market and walk around and ask everyone who is dressed like its 1973 where you can find an organic hippie farm where youre not allowed to drink, smoke tobacco or eat meat. Finally you find someone who gives you the secret coordinates of one of the many hippie communes littered throughout New Zealand. You put on a pair of sandals and all hemp clothing and then hitch hike to the commune. Youre welcomed with open arms, and you spend the next few months working in an apple orchard, sharing communal dinners and celebrating how much better you are than everybody else. Eventually you go back home and get a job big corporation where you have to wear dress pants and fancy shoes to work every day. You spend the next few decades in a cubicle making money by making someone elses life harder all the while celebrating how much better you are than everyone else. The End.

You chose to go WWOOFing. You liked working in the New Zealand countryside, but youd like it even more if you didnt have to work so hard. So you ask around the hostel how to get a part time job in rural New Zealand. A couple of people say you can look on TradeMe, but you already did and couldnt really find what you were looking for. Then you meet a 19 year old Swedish girl who says, Why not just do WWOOFing? They have a vebsite you go to, and there you find different farmers who will let you live on their farm and work. You dont get paid, but you dont pay rent, and they feed you. You only work for, I dont know, maybe four or five hours a day. I did this with my friend, Wiebke, and ya, it was good. Our host family was very nice. You go check out the site and are bummed that it costs $40 to join, but after reading a bunch of testimonials you get excited enough to pay the fee. You make a profile and start E-mailing farmers in the areas of New Zealand youre interested in. Youre surprised how fast some of the people replied to you. You politely decline all the offers from puritanical hippies and finally find an old guy with a Labrador who sounds pretty cool. After sending a few E-mails back you come to an agreement, and you take the next bus headed to the nearest town to his farm. When you get off the bus hes waiting at the bus station with an old, beat up truck. You drive back to his place up in the hills, and he shows you to your room, which used to be his daughters room before she died of diphtheria at the tender age of 9. Against the wall opposite your bed is an old, wooden book shelf full of porcelain dolls with dark, hollow eyes that stare into your soul. Other than that you have incredible stay a t the old mans house. You help him tend a small herd of sheep and do gardening every day. You help him build an extension onto his back porch. Sometimes you take his boat out onto the ocean and go fishing. Then you cook the fish for dinner. He becomes like a father to you, and you become like the child he never had. You remember the time you spent on that farm fondly for the rest of your life and hope nothing happened that you had to block out from your memory. The End.

You dont understand the instructions. Your illiteracy has cost you the adventure of a lifetime, and youre going to keep missing out on opportunities life presents you with as long as you have poor literacy and comprehension skills. So maybe go take a night class or twoor maybe you should just try reading the instructions again. Would you like to read the instructions again? Yes, you would like to read the instructions again. No, youre done with this.

Youre done with this. If youre done with this then why are you still here reading it? It doesnt look like youre done with this to me. You know what I think? I think you understood the instructions just fine and you actually want to read the story. You just wanted to click on the cheeky links to see what it says. So seriously, do you want to read the story or not? Yes, you want to read it. No, you dont want to read it.

You dont want to read this book? Well piss off then. Are you going to piss off? Yes, you are going to piss off. No, you are not going to piss off; youre going to stay here and read the book the correct way.

You chose to return to life just before you went swimming. Time rewinds itself back to when you were walking down the beach with the German girl. She looks at the water and then looks at you playfully. Your intuition tells you that she wants to go for a swim, and for a couple of reasons thats a bad idea. You grab her by the wrist and pull her close to you and whisper in her ear, The waters cold, but my tent is warm. She puts her arms around your waist and pulls you close. You kiss under the stars, and time stands still for a moment. You pull away from her and look into her big, beautiful blue eyes. Without saying a word you pick her up in your arms and carry her most of the way back to your camp site. The next morning a commotion outside your tent wakes you from a very contented sleep. You unzip the entrance to see that everyone else is already packing up camp. You wake up the German girl and break down your tent. Your mind is in a daze the whole ride back to the hostel. When you get there Jason tries three times to get your attention before he finally succeeds. He says hes got more work lined up for you. What kind of work would you like to do? Pick apples. Do grape thinning.