What I possess has power.

What I possess has power.

You’re greedy, selfish, heartless and cruel.

You are a murderer. My murderer.

Air engulfs my lungs and blood pumps through my veins, I have family to walk alongside and the need for food to keep me satisfied. I qualify, as do you, as a being with a right to tread this earth.

The thing is, you’ve already paved the way for my family’s’ demise. Immediate gratification and immense reward has bred a lineage of danger among your kind.

As our numbers dwindle yours increase. Soon, us, large, beautiful, solitary creatures will be eradicated under your name. And then? Another victim will be at the hands of your mercy until they too have perished.

Then life on this planet will be a reflection of how you’ve always treated it; a man’s world.

But looking into the eyes of my killer this connection is lost. They don’t acknowledge me as a fellow being with the same right to life. They don’t see what’s at stake if we are wiped from the face of the earth, their thoughts are clouded. Clouded by hopes and dreams.

Hope for comfort.

Hope for happiness.

Hope for a better life.

Hope for more than enough food to fill their hollow, shrivelled bellies.

Yes, you will kill me, but not out of spite, but because what I possess has power. The power to transform your life from impoverished to that of luxury.

So, take my horn along with my life, I hope you can justify the sacrifice was right.


It was off to a somewhat stressful start as I swooped down onto the runway and entered the tiny airport of Jaipur. After making a friend on the plane I was quite oblivious to my surroundings and probably should have been scouting for my driver instead of being involved in an in depth conversation. In a flash I was spitted out of the arrival hall and into the heat of the desert as 100 or so eyes glared back at me, some holding signs others shouting “Taxi!” And many others just taking a good look at the one white lady with blonde hair that just came from no where. 

Once I eventually tracked down a helpful security guard that was willing to let me borrow his phone I found my driver. We zig zagged through dirty roads and continuous beeps for about 40 minetes before I arrived at my new home for the next month! To say that my senses were overwhelmed by India would be an understatement (see previous blog for an in depth description haha). The guest house where the volunteers are housed is lovely. From what I had seen coming from the airport my hopes were not set too high. We have 3 floors all to ourselves consisting of a lounging area/eating area, TV, wifi, roof top terreace, kitchen, bathrooms and bedrooms. It’s situated on a rather busy street though so horns are buzzing throughout the day. 

View from the rooftop:

At the moment there’s about 10 of us in the house which means we have a good amount of space. There are 5 of us working at the orphanage (more on that later) and 5 working at the street kids school. All from various countries, Canada, Australia, England and Spain. It turns out I arrived at the perfect time as Diwali was to start in the evening. It was incredible! We stood on our roof top and watch the sky around us, stretching for miles, illuminate with various colours and flashes. Kids played in the street below, some extremely young, lighting fire works and then running away before a car would veer out of the way. We had some ourselves, huge ones that fell on us once we had lit them. No health and safety whatsoever. We went down onto the street at one point and rolled out this huge wheel of fireworks that looked like a spike trap police lay out on the road to stop a criminal. It was like being on the frontline of a war. Sparks darting off in every direction, some flicking at our legs as we faced away. I thought to myself, I wonder how many casualties dewali brings? Babies were being held 2 metres or so next to a giant firework, kids danced and stood upon spinning fireworks on the ground. It was crazy. Buildings were covered in blankets of light, as fairy lights dangled from windows. 

We also partook in the religious aspect of dewali. For about 2 hours, in the ground floor of our house, the owners had a prayer ceremony. We were told it was only a 10-15 minete thing that ended up lasting a tad longer. Lots of chanting and repeating what the priest would say, throwing Mari golds over the Ganesh (the Hindu elephant) and covering yourself with the light from a flame. At the end we each got blessed and had bracelets tied around our wrists and a dot on our forehead as well as some Indian sweets.

The next day it was off to Pushka! I would be travelling for a further week before starting my placement. Pushka is beautiful. There is a large lake that sits in the centre of the city. It is a holy place and you must remove footwear be in the possession of no alcohol or non-veg food (which I thought was awesome!) and various other non-holy things. We visited the markets where we wondered for hours on end and I brought a ring and some delish street food, a falafel burger for $1! I noticed something about Indian culture that I never knew. Of course I have nothing against this whatsoever but it caught me off guard at first but the men hold hands. And it’s not what it would mean in the western world, it is not considered gay but more of a friendship/protection action. Now I was the one staring. At first I thought they must be gay and thought it was strange how open they were about it in such a heavily religious country but then reaslised every man was doing it, young, old. 

The sign at Pushka:

Speaking of religion, we came across a man on the street who was talking to us about his marriage. He was only about 21 but was explaining to us about how when he was 10 his parents came home one day and said they’d found who he was to marry. He obviously didn’t think much about it at the time but when he was 17 his wedding day came. He had to break up with his girlfriend at the time to marry this stranger. It was sad, he was telling us he doesn’t want kids but if he did he would never arrange their marriage for them. I couldn’t even imagine being set up and having no control over who I was to marry. This is how it is with their culture and I assume the children just accept and most even embrace arranged marriages but it saddens me that those who do not wish for it don’t have a choice. Aside from seeing all the poverty on the streets and realising how lucky I was with all my materialistic things and even basic needs, I think this was the first instance where I realsised I was extremely lucky to come from a country and culture that empowered women and the freedom I have that enables me to dictate my own life. 
After the usual few million photographs on random people’s phones, we left the markets and settled in for a night at a hotel with beautiful grounds and architecture. Driving to Jaisemer, a long 8hr car ride, was on the agenda for the following day. It was a drive that showcased Rajasthan’s barren desert that stretched beyond the horizon, cows that roamed the middle of the roads, camels that walked the sand dunes, villages that seemed all the same, and the great uneven and bumpy structure of its roads. Once we arrived in Jaisemer it was with great excitement that I realised our hotel was just across the road from a fair, Ferris wheel’s and all! That excitement soon fizzled when the power went out twice which resulted in all the rides stopping mid air. So it was straight to bed. 

Hotel in Pushka:

We visited Galdisar lake for sunrise (which was so peaceful and picturesque) then onto Jaisemer fort and it’s markets within. I really enjoyed this fort. The view was spectacular, all of Jaisemer was in view. The markets and residents within the fort also addded another element. I brought a few books from a quaint book store nestled in between the cobble stone alleys. The man who owned the store couldn’t speak and was such a gentle soul. We then went to this beautiful building just down the road from the fort but there were so many tourists inside I felt like a rat in a maze with a million other rats and had to escape. There we were ushered to our car by some children begging, singing frere Jacques and banging on our windows, insisting we spare some change. It’s so confronting when the kids or just beggars in general come up and tap on your window. At many of the toll roads or traffic lights, anywhere you have to stop there are kids singing or men with monkeys on a chain or selling toys outside your window. 

Beautiful Galdisar lake:

Jaisemer fort and markets:

View from the top:

That night we were really in the desert. It was amazing, we slept under the stars with the camels and our blankets. I’d never seen so many stars. I saw 3 shooting stars and battled with my eyes to stay open for as long as possible to gaze up at the best bedroom ceiling ever. 

Jodhpur was next, After a lunch of ‘green salad’ that ended up being just tomato and red onion, I’ve quickly learnt that that is their interpretation of salad everywhere. More markets with a very sarcastic merchant and an authentic Indian tea and spice shop saw me spend probably more money than I probably should have. 

We scaled Mehrangarh fort before heading back to Jaipur. I’m also learning that forts here are like what temples are to Thailand, exist in an excessive amount which end up looking the same very quickly. But with this fort I had an audio guide which made for a more interesting wander as I could learn about the background of it more. My favourite part was the meditation room and of course the stunning architecture. As with any place swarmed with tourists we were asked to take pictures on multiple occasions but now have learnt that we do have the right to refuse! Driving back I noticed the women do everything in their saris. Traffic wardens, farmers, all at work in their sari! Parents also place charcoal under their children’s eyes which makes them look as if they’re wearing eyeliner. I’m not sure what the aim of this is? But it looks So funny having a little baby wearing eyeliner.

Mehrangarh fort:

Much love, Rose xxx 

Intense, incredible India, At first glance

Intense, incredible India, At first glance

Cows graze on rubbish that swarm the streets while dogs and pigs tag along. Eyes gaze upon you from every direction. Various shacks line the streets as a fresh smell of herbs and spices wafts out. Women draped in colourful cloth, bearing nothing more than their face tread the dry dirt up the street. Horns blast as chaos ensues. Buses packed to the brim with people fly past as a crowd is also stacked on the roof. Kids tanned with a light brush of dirt rush up to you, palms open singing various songs. A family huddles by one lonely flame on the side of the street. Some are lucky and have a stick that holds up a large piece of cloth to provide a shelter. A women lays in the middle of the street with only one arm, the other clearly missing with minimal medical attention to the open wound. Huge animals, cows and dogs lie dead on the side of the road. This is india. Nothing is hidden. It is all very in your face and so intense. It is hard to put into words just how the atmosphere and what experiencing India is like until you are here seeing it for yourself. The only images and depictions of India I had before I arrived were largely based on Slumdog Millionare. It is scary to say the film is not far from the truth. This is how I saw the first few days in India, looking around with wide eyes and jaw dropped. Coming from even Thailand and it’s surrounding countries I could not even compare the culture shock.

Within all this poverty and disorder there is so much beauty. From the moment I was carted from the airport in a taxi that weaved in and out of the traffic along uneven roads which made it hard to determine what side of the road they drove on, I was completely in love. So much to see out my little window. It was like everything I knew was flipped upside down. Cows don’t need to be fenced inside a paddock? Let them be free to roam the streets! Why use the subtleness of an indicator when you can use your horn to let others know you are coming? And I mean every. Time. You. Pass. A. Car. EVERYTIME. Even if you’re clearly in your own lane and there is another car in the lane next to you. Beep your horn!!! Also, try to stay to the left but try to overtake as many cars as possible. Footpaths? Who needs them. Another reason to use your horn, beep at any passersby. Blue sky? Maybe it exists under the thick haze. 

It does really sound as if I hate this place. But it’s really quite the opposite. It is so interesting to see how these people live. I am completely amazed and entranced by India. Don’t even get me started on the beautiful architecture of some of indias oldest forts and palaces. Also, The whole country is pretty much vegetarian it’s awesome! Everywhere I go the whole menu is vegetarian and then sometimes a small section at the back is dedicated to non-veg food, Quite the opposite of back home. Majority of the people I’ve come across speak very good English, I was quite surprised. There are endless markets with an eager merchant stationed at each one. Gorgeous deserts that stretch for miles, sunsets that light up the sky, smiley kids who wave and blow kisses at you. 

I have also come to realise that from the outside looking in it seems as if these people lead an unfortunate life. But for them they know no different. Obviously there is no question about the sadness of the conditions some of these people are subjected to but What may seem unfortunate to me may be fortunate enough for them. 

I just wanted to get some thoughts out about India so far and to let everyone know I’m safe in my knew home! Stay tuned for what I’ve been up to… xxx 

Vietnam Vibes and laid back Laos 

Vietnam Vibes and laid back Laos 

With reluctance we departed beautiful Hoi An and made our way to Hue, alot busier than Hoi An. Here I visited the tomb where the king was buried as well as a coliseum where elephants andtigers were forced to battle it out to the death. Only the fight was never fair, elephants always won to show respect to the king. To ensure this the Tigers claws were often removed and their teeth cut out. You can still see distressing claw marks from the tigers in the holding pen before the battle. The coliseum is closed to the public but with a little flash of some cash the security had no problem opening up the gates.

Tiger’s clawing to escape:

The arena:

Our third overnight train saw us arrive in the beautiful Ha Long bay. A beautiful cruise around the bay was a definite need after seeing lots of city and motorbikes 24/7. Although we saw many tourist ships at the docks, once you’re out in the bay it is so large in itself that you feel like you’re the only one. It reminded me of Milford sound just on a greater scale. Another lovely meal saw us taking on kayaking in the afternoon. Our boat pulled up to a little dock that housed many kayaks and two women who sat in a shed who designated us kayaks. We were off to explore the coves of the bay. The current was strong in places and the waves rather rough but I saw some incredible sights. Apart from being out in the expansive ocean, rolling in the waves, we ventured into a cave that had been formed from the cliff face above and came out into this cove. Monkeys swung from trees and sat on the rocks. Wanting to get the best look and of course photograph my rowing buddy and I went right up to this large monkey who gave us the stink eye from the moment he laid eyes on us. He was sitting on a rock that jutted out into the water so we pulled up right alongside him. I averted my eyes and tried to back away as the current kept pushing us into his hateful state. Eventually he cracked and lunged at us as our oars went up to defend ourselves. He retreated back into the jungle as I sat there with my heart pulsating. Probably one of the scariest things ever, all I could think of was “should of had that rabies injection”.

After a brief stop in Ha Long bay it was up to Hanoi to welcome two knew people onto the tour. Irish and English, two more lovely additions to the group. I enjoyed a puppet show in Hanoi, the worlds longest water puppet show (1hr) that had rather hypnotic music that had me falling asleep half way through. Early one morning like 6am a few of us got up and headed to the river side for some excersise. It felt like the whole town was up doing various forms of excersise together. Some squatting in a bench, an old man doing press ups on the side of the road, runners, Thai chi, salsa dancing, in every corner there was something going on. We joined in with an aerobics class on the street corner that had everyone around the town copying our actions, it was highly amusing. After that we joined in with some older Vietnamese men and women participating in laughing yoga, one of the most bazare but liberating things ever! We all laugh, quiet at first then building to a roar while we move our arms from side to side, hold hands and spin around and bang each other on the back. They loved us taking part and insisted on taking about 1000000 photos afterwards to prove it. That night we went to a local beer joint that sold 4 drinks for $1! I wish I liked beer otherwise it would have been a very cheap night out. 

Laughing yoga crew:

I was thankful I didn’t drink to much once we got in the plane to go to Laos, as my uneasy feeling towards flying and a hangover would not go down well. It was over so quickly, a 1hr plane ride that felt like 10mins. As soon as we landed in the airport it was a totally different atmosphere. The airport was tiny to begin with, it felt more like a small train station, and this was the capital, Vienteine. No one was rushing anywhere, it was a lovely slow, laid back lifestyle. I’ve been told that other southeast Asian people refer to The Peoples Democratic Republic (PDR) of Laos as Please Don’t Rush, in reference to this laid back perspective. Meals sometimes would not arrive at your table until an hour or so after you ordered. I also immediately loved laos as I watched the English and Europeans pay an extra $5USD for their visas, they must have a soft spot for NZ. 

With Vientene being 1km from the border of Thailand it definitely had many similarities. It was nice to be back in a tuk tuk world and the people also are extremely friendly and smiley. After many temples and monuments I visited the ‘COPE centre’.during the Vietnam war, and still to this day, Laos remains the most heavily bombed country. Cluster bombs were dropped but many were not triggered. Leaving a significant amount under the dirt waiting to explode. Therefore many farmers and kids have had serious accidents when playing or digging as they trigger these bombs. Loss of Limbs and senses are the outcomes. So the organisation and ‘Cope’ centre help treat these kids and provide prosthetics so they can continue with their lives. Especially Cope reaches out to kids in villegers that would otherwise not be able to fund treatment. It was so sad to see how many innocent peoples lives are still effected by this event that happened years ago. 

Along with its chill lifestyle and Thai vibes Laos is great because they don’t beep! (On the rare occasion) it’s so soothing, Vietnam could learn a thing or two. Laos also has gorgeous scenery. Driving to Vang Vieng I could nearly convince myself I was home. Green hills, roads that weaved through shading trees, blue skies. Except there were many kids, young like 10 or so riding motorbikes to their school, a few friends on the back, no helmet, it’s just funny to see that is the main form of transport to get to and from school. 
Vang Vieng is stunning. A lot less developed than the capital and super small but stunning. Our rooms were these cute little bungalows and we were right next to the river. We had dinner overlooking the river and watched as the sun made its way down to nestle into the hills. 

The next day was action packed! The day started off with kayaking for about 10km downstream across rapids and extremely shallow waters where we got out of our kayak but could not get back in and ended up having a butt massage on the slimy rocks below. Then it was zip lining which is essentially a huge flying fox high in the trees that see you swinging from one platform to another in the tree tops. It was then time for cave tubing that ended up being more cave walking that involved a risky ‘mud slide'( the water was too shallow so we all came out with grazed bottoms) giant spiders, bats and a few claustrophobic manoeuvres. The day finished with a dip in the very popular blue lagoon. I jumped off a 10metre high tree into its blue depths. On the way home I sat on top of the truck and gazed around at the picturesque greenery and mountains as the wind blue through my hair and in that moment I was so content. 

Something interesting: if you have to pee there’s no shame in peeing right there, on the side of the street not even in a bush or somewhere to conceal yourself. God knows alot of southeast Asian men do! Haha

South east Asia Love

Still alive and well! It’s super hard to keep up with documenting what I’m doing day by day as my days are so full and go go go! So, I will try my best to recap the last week or so. 

After the excitement and adrenaline of quad biking a few of us made our way to the Phare circus that night. It was a really great performance. The circus school is made up of children from disadvantaged backgrounds so by supporting them they are able to make a living and develop their craft. It was very professional with also some cultural merit to it, showing Cambodias brutal past. 

Fire throwing and some trusting antics:

Following this stellar performance we headed for Pub street! Man was it pumping! We made our way round a few bars and danced like always, I even met a fellow kiwi! Such a small world. My favourite bar was probably this rooftop one. It had a water feature along with bean bags upstairs outside and a club inside downstairs. 

With Siem Reap in the rear view we hopped on another coach and drove to Phnom Penh (the capital of Cambodia). Immediately I could tell it was the capital. A lot more developed in terms of the architecture and infrastructure. There were still many kids on the street and an insane amount of rubbish as well as an increased number of motorbikes on the road. I noticed the other day that even the little man that indicates when you can cross the road is even in an action, running motion which I thought was pretty funny and accurate, if you don’t run and be quick about crossing the roads you will die. While driving the other day I even saw two monks riding on the back of a scooter and then saw some in a coffee shop. It seems like what it means to be a monk is slightly different these days to what it was originally. I’ve even seen some using phones which looks rather funny too. 

After settling in and exploring the town centre along with the royal palace and enjoying an evening boat cruise around the harbour it was off to learn about the darker side of Cambodian history. Something I didn’t even have a clue existed. The main reason there are so many children living on the streets and all round disadvantaged people is because during the 70’s, when communism was the main form of government the Khmer Rouge killed at least 1.7 million of their own people, this resulting in nowadays 50% of the population is under 18 years old. It was an attempt at “social cleansing” so wanted to rid the country of educated people, those who served the prior government and anyone related to them to create a peasant, one class society. We visited the school (turned holding pen/interigation building) called S21 and learnt about the horrific living conditions and torturous acts these common people who had done nothing wrong had to endure. The main thing that got to me the most was how recent this all happened. You think about genocide you immediately think Hitler and WW2 but this happened at a large scale ending in just 1979! That’s insane. How did I not know about this? Why aren’t we taught about this? I was even more shaken when I got to meet one of the survivors from the prison. Hearing first hand what it was like was something I’ll never be able to forget. We visited the killing fields where around 36 people a day were brought from the prison to the field to kneel down and be executed. Children, women, soldiers and men, all lying in mass graves, killed by their own people. It was definitely an eye opening day to say the least. 

The royal palace and view from the boat cruise:

Some of the graves left at the fields along with one of the 7 survivors from S21:

The next day was dedicated to the beautiful nature of Cambodia. We travelled to the beachside town of Sihanoukville. Our hotel was 2 mins from the beach! After just over a month of not seeing some sand and water I was excited for a little taste of home. A bunch of us went to explore the jungle where wild elephants, tigers, spiders, snakes, monkeys and pigs roam. We visited a small village where 50 families lived, farming the land, catching fish and making rice wine. Very remote and a slow pace of life. After trekking through the jungle, coming across no other tourists but a large spider or two we found a beach totally deserted where we had a cheeky swim. The next destination was a glorious water fall. We lay in hammocks as we watched those below getting hammered by the weight of the water. Then we ventured down below to experience it for ourselves. It was amazing! I went under the waterfall, scaled the rocks and took a few selfies before I cut my toe but it was nothing a bandaid couldn’t fix! Lunch was a lovely veggie kebab swiftly followed by our next stop, Monkey temple! Again, no tourists in sight so we had the attention of 40+ monkeys all to ourselves. They enjoyed our bananas and left overs from lunch and happily drank a can of coke. Back to the hotel for a relaxing massage and yummy dinner before chilling on the beach later that night. I have gained multiple braclets from the young kids who wander the beach all day and night selling braclets and braids. They are extremely good sales people and also rather cheeky. I was told that I do not have a partner because I haven’t brought one of his braclets. That night I was promised my man would come. I told the boy the next day that I hadn’t met my match and he said sometimes that happens, it just means I need to buy another one. My favourite quotes from the kids include, “open your heart, open your wallet”, “no boyfriend? No problem!”. It seemed like a pinky promise was a binding contract. A friend of mine got an ear full from a young girl as she got a braid done by a girl and not the one she pinky promised with. I also got ridiculed for my slightly longer haired legs (I’m on holiday leave me alone) on the beach by an elderly women who offered to thread them for me. After about 10mins of her touching and exclaiming “so long, why you no shave?” I finally got her to leave with the classic pinky promise that if I did decide to get them done I would go to her. 

Soph, Carina and I starting our jungle trek:

The village beach:


So that’s my life for the past week still much to tell. Stay tuned for Vietnam Ventures! xxx

It’s the weekend! Surin style 😊

Piled into the back of yet another truck we make the hour long journey from the village back to the town of Surin. I’m really digging their modes of transport, tuk Tuks and truck tuk Tuks are so much fun to ride in! A few of the volunteers had already left on Thursday to experience Cambodia for the weekend (my tour after my duration in the village takes me through Cambodia so I opted out) so it was just three of us in the back of this truck, speaker blasting, wind dancing in our hair as we marvelled at the beautiful rice fields and occasional elephants as they passed our truck (something I don’t think I’ll ever get used to!)

This weekends plans: to visit the national park not far from Surin where a few temples were. So after Friday night consisting of some awesome bars and a huge night club with what appeared to be a Thai pop band playing about 6 of us headed towards the temples. We had a lovely driver who would take us around the temples and wait for us all day, didn’t speak a word of English but his smile was just as comforting. A short way into the trip the truck seemed to be experiencing some trouble. We would slowly roll up to the side of the curb and the driver would get out and appear to pump the engine then climb back in and try again. The first few times I still had faith we would eventually get there but by the 7th or 8th time my faith was beginning to waver. At one point he stopped outside this mans house and he hopped in and we went to this ‘mechanics’ place and he did something to the engine which seemed like it did nothing as we still broke down another 5 or so times after this. So after this debacle and going through 2 police check points (one at which our truck had to pull right to the side, the driver got out and walked away with the police for about 10mins) we made it! 

Man was it worth it! With Surin being rather close to the border of Cambodia a lot of cultural influence is evident in Surin. These temples definitely had an Ankor Wat feel to them. Our first one was Prasat Muang Tam. It was a Hindu temple constructed on top of a volcano with amazing views that also came with never ending stairs. 

The next temple was phnom rung, my favourite of the two. Mainly because there was a lovely moat that circled the temple with huge Lilly pads and a stray fish or two. It was also extremely quiet, only 5 or so other people looking around the temple at the same time as us!

Phnom Rung:

Me gazing out at the Lilly pond:

An interesting tree that required quite the effort to get this photo (the mud surrounding swallowed and broke a few shoes=worth it):

Many stray dogs wander around the temples and I soon found myself sharing my snacks with them. In the village the situation is even worse. Nearly all the dogs have mange and are extremely skinny it’s so upsetting, I just want to adopt them all! 

We were meant to visit a third temple but thanks to the unpredictable truck time was getting on so we ended up back at home. Dinner was an amazing pizza place, an Italian man owns it ( I know right? Funny place to settle and open up an Italian restaurant?) even though I am loving all the Thai food (especially the green curries!) it was nice to have a different cuisine. It’s entertaining and sometimes difficult to communicate ‘vegan’ in restaurants. Just yesterday I ordered a hamburger without the meat pattie as I wanted bread, salad and the chips! The look on the little Thai ladies face was a mix of concern and confusion. It ended up being a delish meal!

So far a few cultural differences have stood out to me:

– they never use knives to eat, only spoons and forks.

– hardly anyone walks anywhere. Footpaths are non exsistent as most people use scooters and motor bikes to get from A to B.

– Sometimes women are not allowed to sit in certain places on a vehicle as a man. Like today for example, we were riding on the back of a truck. Some of the guys were sitting on the roof of the truck but when we climbed up to join we were told only men can. 

– Elephants are extremely sacred, passed down through families and well respected. There is even an elephant cemetery just outside the village!

Aside from doing laundry on Sunday, this day was spent resting after a full on week. I can’t wait for my second week playing with the children, walking and bathing the elephants, cutting and planting bamboo and just embracing this completely unique world that is their everyday life ❤️

Back into the swing of things



Yes, it is August and I am aware I have not updated my blog in over 9 months but i can assure you i am still alive! It has been a pretty full on year so far. I am currently in my final year of high school which is extremely exciting and nerve wracking. I love the idea of this time next year being able to be free from a lifetime of compulsory education, I love that i will have my own say and individuality in what i wish to pursue and where i want to take my life next which is thrilling. The negative aspect of it is that i do not know what i wish to do as a career or next year for that matter and as applying for universities is steadily approaching I have been turning over many ideas in my head as to what will become of 2016.

I will apply for all the universities I have even the slightest interest in attending to prolong having to make an immediate decision in hopes that i will decide what i want to do when the uni’s decide to accept me or not in January then i can accept or decline their offer. If i am still unsure I may take a gap year. I have been looking at becoming an Au Pair overseas so i can gain some hands on life experience and travel to broaden my horizons, then get back into Uni the following year as it is pretty much expected these days that in order to gain a decent income further tertiary education is a must. it of course does depend on your career path and as of now i am rather interested in a career in radio which is an industry where it is just as equally or more important as who you know rather than what you know. So if i was to go to uni right now i would do a bachelor of communications as AUT in Auckland 🙂

I have always had a passion for animals too so will perhaps look into that some more. There is this awesome website that my sister showed me called “Volunteerlovers.com” and it has some great programs that would be incredible to do! There is this one in Africa were you stay on a conservation area and monitor the species that live their in order to track poacher operations. Teaching children in Africa is another idea I have been mulling over, imagine how rewarding that would be? As well as such a huge life experience just to observe how a totally different culture lives. But of course all of these ideas require vast amounts of money that I, as a high school student with a part time job, do not have right now. So I will possibly work full time for half a year or so and then pursue my travels. 🙂 Then when I come back from my refresher I will have study to look forward to and possibly a great student loan! argh, so many decisions to make that need definitive answers so soon! So yeah, that is where I am at at this moment in time. For now I must focus on my studies as I have exams soon! Hope you all have a lovely day 🙂 (If anyone is reading this) xxx