Top Hat Meets Tie-Dye

I thought I had better introduce C.P. to you. I imagine you'll be hearing a lot about him, owing to the fact that I spend every hour of every day with him. That's what happens when you live, travel and work with someone. And when you don't have your own friends or your own room or your own transport to get away from your house - our house being our transport. Just so you know, C.P. wasn't always a gypsy. The tie-dye shirt and airbrush tattoo are just gypsy fair specials, although the frayed shorts are all him. I don't know how many real gypsies would spend $200 on a top hat from fine gentleman's outfitter Leo O' Malley's. Here, C.P. is sitting on the steps of our friend Ian's truck. You can spot his leg just creeping out of the hammock above C.P's shoulder. Yes, just below the window goblin - that's all Ian.

Home Sweet House Truck

This is my favourite corner of our house - the kitchen / entranceway / lounge. These rooms are actually all the same room, since our house is a 3 metre by 6 metre truck. P.S. There is also a bathroom, bedroom and basement in our one roomed house!

I'm a Rambler, not a Gambler...

Well this is all a bit spur of the moment! However this rambling around the country and discovering zany sights seems too good a material to not be written up, so there you have it. My blog, Gypsy Fabulous. A little background: A lifelong obsession with hippiedom and all its fabulous threads and sounds led me to believe that a year travelling in a truck, masquerading as Forrest Gump's lovely Jenny would be a good idea. A few months scouring auction site Trade Me, and making some (very) basic plans, and our truck Trotty was adopted. My house-mate C.P and I travelled around aimlessly for a few months, before a chance encounter with a rainbow-hatted gypsy in the Marlborough Sounds led us to join the Original Gypsy Fair. Now I plan to share the colourful sights with you, my dear readers. (Well, I figure my parents will definitely read this so that's a good start.)