soy viajera.

hola chicos!

i am in Uruguay. and, despite the fact that Uruguay is not New Zealand, *sad face*, life is still managing to be pretty damn good.

i was in the capital city of Montevideo for ten days to study spanish, staying at a fantastic hostel in the city centre called El Viajero (my recommendations). and apart from my four hours of lessons each day, i barely needed to leave the hostel. the people there, staff and viajeros (travellers) alike, are some of the most friendly and welcoming i have ever met. i instantly felt comfortable and at home (horrifying all the uruguayos by walking around barefoot!). we all passed the evenings together in the hostel courtyard chatting, drinking mate, making asado (uruguayan barbeque), and smoking legalised dope until the early hours of the mornings. i got them all rolling with dried eucalyptus leaves, told them it was an Australian thing!

after three months in New Zealand of not meeting a single australian, i met a gorgeous chica called Emma on my very first day, who went to high school in the same suburb of Sydney as me. we had a ball hanging out together; it was fantastic to have someone from home with whom i could relate to, making my first few days in a new country much more relaxed and full of laughter. i made friends with a super lovely uruguayan called Jeronimo who worked at the hostel. He took Emma and i to the gorgeous old town of La Colonia Del Sacramento, and has been so kind in showing me the sights around Montevideo.

For the most part, Montevideo is a big, colourless, noisy city covered in car exhaust. Layers upon layers of grey cement in varying shades and textures; chipped and crumbling here and there, dotted with graffiti and opportunistic flora that clings to the cracks in the walls. I’m quite liking these grey landscapes at the moment, from the beaches back in NZ, to this city, and the ceaseless gloomy and drizzling skies that seem to be following me everywhere i go.  

every sunday is the enormous Tristan Nervaja markets. hundreds of market stalls sprawl across the residential backstreets, with everything from fruit and vegetables to antiques, power adaptors, handmade jewellery, fishing nets, and “tortas fritas”. apart from the pets for sale, that are trapped in cages so small it makes me sick to the heart, i’ve enjoyed endless hours wandering the markets.

one of my favourite things here is the Candombe, which is a typical kind of Uruguayan drum rhythm, with origins going back to the african slaves. each neighbourhood has its own candombe group, and, one evening a week, drummers and locals gather together in a big crowd and parade through the streets of the neighbourhood, dancing to the rhythm.

i am loving my spanish classes. half of the time we just chat in spanish and it’s immensely exciting and gratifying to be speaking a new language. i’ve impressed myself with how rapidly i am learning. i have never studied spanish before, but i must have subconsciously processed something growing up listening to my dad speak spanish to his family, and it’s finally beginning to surface from the back of my brain. i cant tell you what it feels like to be able to make friends now and converse with someone who doesn’t speak english. as my dad was born in uruguay i am also attempting to get a uruguayan passport, which will enable me to travel south america visa free. my one family friend here, Franco, has been invaluable in helping me settle in and get started on all the complicated processes towards obtaining citizenship. 

i’ve just spent the last week workawaying on a farm in Minas, two hours from Montevideo, i shall tell you all about it soon!

lots of love xx

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onwards.

on my last day in Wellington i took a solitary expedition to Owhiro Bay. I walked barefoot along the scraggly pebbled shore, awed by the powerful landscape of big dark cliff looming  on one side, big dark sea on the other, and and big dark sky above, dotted with crying gulls. i have always felt a special connection to the places where the land meets the sea. Every time i travel i try to find a beach, dip my toes in the water, and call out towards my beloved Avalon Beach back home.mother nature’s tranquility gave me the space i deeply needed to reconnect with myself, reflect on my journey so far, and remember why i’m doing this. my first moments of this year began sitting on top of a hill at a festival near Brisbane, witnessing the most breathtaking sunrise i have ever seen, tears rolling down my face in awe of this beautiful world. this is the year i have finally stepped into adulthood; left school, left home, and began my first journey as an independent woman. i wanted to remove myself from the influences of family, friends and everything familiar, and expose myself to as many new and different influences as possible so as to return with a head full of beliefs and opinions that i could truly say were all my own. i took a moment at Owhiro Bay to reaffirm the promises i had made to myself when i first set off; to nurture mind, body and spirit, to be aware, to walk this earth with consciousness and respect, and always strive to be a better me even as i learn to love and forgive the person who i am now. and, as far as i have come, i feel powerful.

so, onwards now to South America, for the next six months. i’m sitting in the airport, finally realising this is the biggest and scariest thing i have ever done. and though i am a little bit shitting myself, i really do feel ready for all the challenges that await me. my first two weeks will be spent in Montevideo, capital city of my father’s home country Uruguay, where i will be doing an intensive spanish course every day. Then, I am off on my first Workaway placement on a farm up the coast in Rocha. I will be doing volunteer farm work in return for food and board, kind of like wwoofing. i am deeply looking forward to this, i need some solitude and nature now after so much city. i hope to be wwoofing all around uruguay and south america for most of my time here.  

goodbye New Zealand, and thank you for everything. after all the heartfelt farewells of the last couple of days, i am surprised and deeply moved to realise how much of an impact i have had on the friends i have made here. i mean something to them, and i will be missed, which is a wonderful feeling. i love you dear kiwi people, you also mean a great deal to me. thank you for being the best part of my travels. 

Yaramin xx

p.s. for all those of you writing me letters, you will have to ask me for my current address on facebook as i will be moving around a lot. Or ask Zeil. anyone can write me letters, i would so love to hear from you! and i will always reply. 

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the perfect pot of tea.

i have a home! not just a house. a home.

i have moved in with Oliver for my final three weeks in Wellington in the most gorgeous colourful old house perched right on top of a hill, a twenty minute walk from the city centre. right now i am perched on the ledge of the giant windows of the living room, dangling my feet into the fresh winter air and looking out at the heavenly view of green valley below, dotted with houses and sloping down to the city and ocean just beyond. in the mornings orange sunlight streams through the frosty window panes and makes a pool of warmth on our big double bed for me to bask in as i read dragon books and eat porridge. i can reach my arm out the bedroom window and say good morning to a big beautiful fern tree, and the garden behind the house backs onto a tangle of wild bushland. the housemates are all so lovely. we made everyone soup and played board games and i’ve already started planning for redecorations and long term living arrangements because i’ve decided i’m moving here next year… 

also i finally got a job! i’m working in this teeny tiny vegan cake shop and loving it. it’s right next door to Vincent’s Art Workshop, and i get to eat all the crumbs that come into the kitchen. we listen to nerdy theme songs all day and make giant vegan cookie volcanoes stuffed with ice cream and fresh whipped coconut cream and drizzled with homemade salted caramel sauce and chocolate ganache. after my first shift i bought myself a celebratory teapot from an antique store. it is the perfect teapot i have been searching for my whole life. and now i can make myself chai tea! happy happy. 

in the evenings i often volunteer at the Free Store. a little shipping container sitting in a church park, The Free Store is a volunteer collective that collects and redistributes surplus food from local cafes and bakeries to those in need. every evening people line up outside the store to choose any number of free goods they want, everything from vegan curries and chocolate cake, to sushi , savoury muffins and organic artisan bread. everyone is welcome at the Free Store, and no one judges you for what you take or how much you need it, you are free to make that decision for yourself. there is no “us” or “they” to distinguish who serves the food and who takes it, it is just one big wonderful and friendly community. many, like me, are customers one day and volunteers the next. this place has replaced Lentils As Anything Cafe in my life for now (if you don’t know what im talking about, look up Lentils, and then go there, it is the best ever). as i fill everybody’s tummies with hot soup, i too am filled with joy and warmth from the company of such lovely friends and strangers, and the deep satisfaction of providing so many with nourishing food so i know no one will go hungry that night! 

as i count down my remaining days in this incredible city, a puddle of sadness sits inside my chest and grows. i really am going to miss everything here. i feel a deep soul connection to this place and it shall forever be calling me back. and yet, i am completely ready for the next leg of my journey; South America. i feel this readiness in my heart and know that it is time to move on. 

for now, i am off to squish all of the fun i can muster into these final days!. 

lots of love,

yaramin xx.

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hello, old friend.

every day i fall more in love with this city. i could get very used to living here…

there are places i can get coffee past 5 in the afternoon. there are coffee shops open till 3am… the buses come every 10 minutes. the grassy town square by the library has huge cushions to sit on instead of park benches and there is ALWAYS someone making music. groovy cafs and gig venues on every street corner, no lockout laws, and you can get the best burgers you’ve had in your life for 7 bucks. sunday morning fruit and veggie markets and cheap kale. endless artist collectives, community projects, and yoga groups to discover and join. everything is within walking distance. only one cafe in this entire city serves chai tea, but i forgive, because its a bloody good one. and there’s even a Newtown, which is pretty much a parallel universe to my beloved Newtown back home. i bet there’s even a magical portal somewhere where you can step between the two Newtown worlds, i just haven’t found it yet…

i share most of my days now with Oliver and Vincent. Oliver is a curly-haired, boot wearing human who cooks me food that makes me melt and writes me love songs on the ukelele. he even sometimes lets me borrow his top hat. Vincent’s Art Workshop is pretty much the coolest place ever. it’s mere existence restores my faith in this beautiful world. named, of course, after my favourite artist, Vincent’s a free workshop space where anyone and everyone can come and use their extensive supply of free materials and tools to create their own art. they have paints and fabrics, clay and even a kiln, metal, leather, beads and string, and a wood workshop with power tools and big machinery; pretty much everything under the sun. i am so thrilled to have somewhere i can go and get my hands dirty and my creative juices flowing, in the company of all the wonderful people who go there. 

last week i travelled up to the Kapiti coast to stay a few nights with Oliver’s wonderful family. my grandad used to live in this area and i have fond memories of going there for visits as a kid. his ashes are scattered over Kapiti island. Oliver and i took a walk along Waikanae beach; it felt a little like coming back home. I said “Hello, old friend” to the dark grey volcanic sand and stormy grey sea, and to the familiar island across the water. my mamma and i would spend hours strolling the rugged, windswept landscape searching for driftwood that washed up from the island, and building sandcastles. there’s something truly beautiful about the beaches here, especially in the cold and windy seasons. they always carry a particular moodiness that i respond to. 

my aunty knitted me a pair of rainbow woolly knee high leg warmers for my birthday and they just arrived in the mail. does life get better than this? 

i love you guys. 

yaramin xx

p.s. next year i am dragging a selection of my favourite humans over here to live with me in Wellington. please be prepared. 

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adventures.

if it were meant to be.

as a dreamer, i have a terrible tendency to spend too much of my time imagining the near future and hoping for wonderful things, and as a consequence life often doesn’t live up to my expectations or wild fancies. but i can honestly say this one is a dream come true. thank you thank you divine universe! life could not be more peachy perfect right now. everywhere i go i am met with kindness and generosity, friends are falling from the sky, and everything that happens is as if it were meant to be.

my first five days with Alex’s family were wonderful. they took me for fancy lunches in vineyards, and sunset walks along ashen beaches, and galloping on horseback up to the tops of the hills.  most of all they made me feel safe and at home, so i could be ready to journey on alone, and for all these things i am grateful.

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final morning. Kitty cuddled me all night it was the best ever. 

i got a lift down to Wellington with this awesome and extremely generous guy, also called Alex, who i am very grateful to have met. Alex lives in Wellington and has travellers sleeping on his couch most nights, and so is a well-practiced tour guide. upon arriving in Welly that evening, he took us up to the lookout on Mount Victoria just before dropping me off at a backpackers. from there you can see a breathtaking 360 degree view of the entire city. i always do like arriving in new places at night; you get this vague and shadowy first impression, and then are able to wake up and see it all transformed in the light of the next day. it was truly magical to see the wide expanse of twinkling lights; the city shrouded in mystery, and waiting there for me, morning come, to explore.

Alex dragged me along to a gig later that night with his friends. i didn’t expect to be dancing and making friends and partying till 2am on my very first night, it was fantastic. i had been nervous about finding friends and things to do in Welly, but this gave me a lot of confidence about settling in and enjoying myself here. since then he’s been inviting me along to all kinds of things, like volunteering at a horse riding school, and offered me his couch to sleep on. he just seems to be taking care of me and making sure i’m having fun in this city. what a guy.

on my first day here i was exploring the main boulevard, cuba st, and a pretty boy smiled at me. i saw his cardboard sign that read “free hugs”, so of course i ran over and gave him two. his name was Francesco.  when i asked him why he was doing it he told me he’d had a bad day and wanted to cheer himself up by helping everyone else to be happy as well. i think thats beautiful. i thought, fuck it, i’ve always wanted to do this, and so i joined in with him for the next half hour. and it was marvellous.

yesterday Francesco and I met up again with a few strangers we’d hugged the day before, and did it all over again. so many people of all kinds stopped for hugs. we were met with so much enthusiasm, and even those who were too shy would give us a smile or a high five. by the end of the afternoon of hugging passers-by my cheeks were hurting from smiling so much and i felt positively giddy. i have witnessed and received so much kindness and generosity recently, it felt good to give and to pass the love on.  

currently i am staying with Jeffrey, my cuz once-removed, and great auntie Carroll. once again, i am moved by the wonderful way they are looking after me. it’s really nice hanging with Jeff, he’s a great guy, and getting to know this side of the family.

i have a job interview tomorrow at the intercontinental hotel. fuck. i don’t actually remember applying… 

so life is pretty good. i have been throwing myself at every single opportunity that presents itself, without hesitation, and so far it’s working cause i have no regrets. seriously, if you’re not enjoying your life enough, grow some balls and just go for it, don’t think about it just go for everything that’s out there, amazing things will happen. 

i am in awe of this wonderful world.

love you all. 

Yaramin xx

 

waffles for breakfast.

i did it. it is done. i am here. eating chocolate waffles for breakfast. 

i flew into Auckland two days ago now, arriving safely into the arms of my dear and groovy friend, Alex, with whom i am passing my first several days. while i had been eager to throw myself into the unknown, i am finding it to be a blessing to begin my journey in the care of familiar friend. after an emotional last week at home, of which i spent most crying, of course, as i farewelled parents and lovers, stuffed animals and my favourite beach, and with all the excitement and trepidation of this huge unknown looming ahead, i was feeling rather fragile. 

day one in Auckland was spent alone, Alex off at some course. meandering down K Rd, the city’s hub of op shops and groovy cafs. i was surprised to find myself feeling a little out of place, and overwhelmed by the bustling flocks of groovy kiwis. anxious thoughts and silly little doubts kept arising – “how do people order coffee in New Zealand? did i do it right? did i say the wrong thing? do i look weird?” these things i knew they were stupid, but it took me a while to recognise it as culture shock, as i wasn’t expecting to experience it in New Zealand. that said, i managed to enjoy a great deal despite my fragile state. I lost myself down gorgeous residential avenues lined with all-white weatherboard houses, all with quaint little white balconies and white picket fences and pretty little flowering gardens. i smiled at pretty people. i discovered auckland’s grooviest caf, which was indeed quite groovy. vegan food and chess boards and blue haired and bearded inhabitants, and books to lend and mismatched old furniture. sadly, they had no chai tea. fortunately, their chai latte was damn good anyway. 

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Alex lives on a farm about an hour out of Auckland, near Matakana. it is so beautiful. The winding drive through the countryside is rather breathtaking; rolling hills blanketed with velvety green, and moo cows munching on velvety green, and rich green forests, and sweeping views of green valleys and ocean… theres just so much green stuff like holy crap what is this green stuff. my last two weeks in Australia were spent on a drought-suffering farm, throwing hay bales off the back of a ute to the half starved sheep and cattle, so its rather funny  when Alex tells me that her six cows’  main life purpose is to “keep the grass down”. Alex’s lovely family is looking after me far too well, i feel pampered. i am even managing to have some new cultural experiences, even though New Zealand is about as culturally similar as you can get, including feijoas and electric blankets. (it gets cold here). after a quiet day today of hanging about the beautiful farm with Alex and participating in  a normal family life (and lots of tea and cat cuddles) i feel much more settled and relaxed. on saturday i get into a car with a strange man i found on the internet and take a ten hour road trip to wellington. (nah but its perfectly safe i promise).  in Welly i plan to spend the next two months, hopefully working in a groovy caf (yes i have a cafe obsession), hopefully making friends, hopefully not freezing to death, and enjoying some city life.

love you all.

yaramin xx

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view from the farmhouse. it’s just so green. 
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Alex, Bear (dog), Kitty (thinks she’s a dog), and i go for a walk in the very long, very green grass.