A Joker

A recent conversation I had when I was asking about some rivers in an area...

Old Man: Ya the Joker went up yonder, over a few jollies and took (some unpronounceable named road)
Me: What's a Joker?
Old Man: A Mate
Me: There's three roads right out front, which one takes you to that river?
Old Man: The one that goes yonder (makes a sharp right turn with his hand)
Me: What's a Jollie?
Old Man: A hill
Me: What was that last road called again?
Old: a;lshkdf;aoie
Me: Mind if you show me on a map?

A few things I've noticed so far in NZ:
- they keep their eggs unrefrigerated next to the dry pasta

- speed limits are suggestive, and it's not uncommon to drive 20 km slower (I fall in that crowd)

- black sheep really do exist

- they have farms to raise deer

- getting stuck for two hours waiting for farmers to move their sheep does happen
 

- it's obligatory to wave when you pass someone driving. It's very similar to how it is when you're boating.

- Canadians are usually nice, but NZ people win in that department. They are more than happy to share any information they have about their country.

- cows are more curious here than they are in Alberta

- Gorse and Lawyers bushes are brutal and you have to think twice about bush whacking to get to a creek but it can pay off