somehow in the back of my mind was the thought that either ( 1 ) tal and i would work things out next time , and what better place to do that than away from our families and friends in a commune on the flip side of the world , or ( 2 ) we would n't work things out yet again , but i 'd be the best freakin ' worker that kibbutz had ever seen ; and as a bonus , tal would die of jealousy when i fell madly in love with some beautiful surfer boy from capetown and left tal weeding gardens while i bailed on the kibbutz to backpack across the world with my new surfer love who hopefully would have a pretty-looking name like ndgijo .