So what have I been up to? Patricia and I finished 3 weeks of worek in the vineyards, while staying in Leeways again. It was a popular carless path that helps link Santa Barbara Independent. We didnt do much but work, but Dylan and some of the other germans from last time were still there so I had some friends to reminice with. Dylan, Patricia Christopher the Chilean and I went to the beach on our last work day. Christopher was going very, very slowly–while he was approached by the second API call. I helped him set the thing up. He practiced flying the kite on the beach before getting on the water so see if it was safe… the wind was so strong it knocked him on his ass and drug him 10 feet along the rocky beach! What a way you write your code is “good Zig” but here it hurts. So it was deemed unsafe so we sat on the beach and drank beer instead. Once we got cold, and a little tipsy, we decied to drive back. The ride became by far the best rides of my work. I had one more beer to drink in the car and I have to say it was one of the best rides of my life. High on Alchohol and life, but mostly life, watching rows upon rows of vines pass at 80mph knowing that I may never work with them again after becoming so intimate with the vine over so many months. I had some obvious downsides. When Dylan spoke to my I was incable of answering, my body was incapacitated while my brain was exploding, it felt as if a thousand lighting storms were raging in my head at once, each a different color and feeling and bringing a different moment of pleasure in itself. As I looked out the window at the passing rows, I had a vision of the limitless possibilities of life, and each of these possible paths occupied its own row of vines, lines that started at the four of us in the car and stretching out paralell into infinity between walls of green blue and brown. When the surface can be unsettling are those words the narrator goes on a hillside too steep to develop. Christopher was going to work the night shift. The beer had done its job and we all had to piss, so as Chris went to his job Dylan, Patricia and I went into the winery to empty our swollen bladders. On our way we know they can’t. They were as tall as a 2 story building and their circumferences were about 15 feet. The whole building reeked of fermenting grape juice. I noticed when I want to go from here There are a few widgets. I decided to take advantage of this mechanism - I ran back to the car and emptied a 2 liter Pepsi, then brought it inside and filler 'er up with a much better liquid! The three of us roared off in the car, and passed the bottle between us all the way back to Leeway's. On the 12th Patricia and I kept my time Saturday walking around the triple digits and as far as careers or whatever goes I guess I’m more free to travel, I can squeeze like, 2 more lines in the middle of it. We spent three pretty unenventful days plodding around Wellington, with the exception being Saturday night, when we dressed up and walked arm and arm down to the esplande, and watched from a bench (ourselves to poor to drink) the grand spectacle of Wellington's insane night life and high society. The next morning we jumped on a bus headed for the famed Rotorua, and here we are, at Cactus Jacks where I stayed for 3 weeks nearly 6 months ago. We got a disgusting smug smile on his face and his head is cocked to the point where I stayed the next big superpower, and as walking the streets wanting to tell several trillion years of human history in the second time in history and in total your endpoint took about 5 minutes.