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36 degrees and it gets hot

We are another step on the ladder "has gone". Having a surprise had quickly bought a tent from Eric to travel "and worried the uebriegen Campingkram, we found ourselves after 2 nights in Coromandel Hahei and there still in the hostel, and finally at a campsite in Mt Maunganui again great before and Vulkankullisse with sea view included. The tent is 1A Premium with tent and space for four people easily. Thus, the camping is a pleasure. In the summer we will be in it can certainly spend some time if we will eventually travel around the South Island.

The week was marked by hot water and thermal baths, where we take all the stress Auckland could relax again. 2 x Hot Water Beach. 2 times Salt Water Pools in Mt Maunganui, then at the Polynesian Spa in Rotorua, in each case 36-42 degrees Celsius. In the equivalent of € ... No idea. Well. Anyway, it was always a great experience in the warm water to rise and relax.

The beach, however, was the best event, which we could make, at no cost.

All runs something like this: At low tide, and scan even at low tide the beach in warm places (In fact, it's all over the beach exactly 2) build, dig a hole and a trench to drain the water can not (Something like sip de r North :-) purely set), and a beer after work to do so. The dream of each New Zealand travelers. Ultimately, we were about 25 people in the hole and were able to enjoy the starry sky at chubby temperatures. The whole was so great that we really early the next morning once again are going to be able to splash in the hot water at sunrise. Highly recommended.
The other pools were digging no less relaxing, but you had not. In Mt Maunganui, it was again warm and salty, and in Rotorua it was sulphurous and warm. Much to drink and not lose the nerve, when we once again extremely stinks of rotten eggs, so far as our recommendation for imitators.
sulfur is the key word, because it smells almost exclusively thereafter. This comes from the volcanic activity in the area. Gaysiere and sources everywhere, glowing in all colors, the white steam constantly drain.

your spa guests Marco and Dominic

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stiff breeze

Exactly a month, we're already in New Zealand. How quickly time flies yet. Clockwise, it went through "North Country" and after the first great impressions, we are enthusiastic about the country and people.

"We headed further south. "After 3 days on the road" we have found a place to stay. The hostel is equipped with the beautiful name Moustrap "small and cozy, really beautifully with living-room atmosphere in one of the most popular tourist regions of New Zealand.
" Bay of Islands with islands to the horizon, overlooking the Pacific Ocean and great Fruelingswetter. Soon the area overrun with local tourists, now in the quiet season, lost "only" crowds of German backpackers in the area. All had traveled recently and still completely Plan and aimlessly and looking for a balance from the arduous journey around the world. We became friends quickly with May from California were able to talk a lot of English and Thus went the general "Tschoerman" out of the way.

The Bay offers the perfect view to making something extraordinary. Dolphin Cruises with alleged sightings seemed to us too expensive, was able to go diving in the water, unfortunately, still too cold and we both dive (yet). So we decided
us for a sailing trip on the "Gungha II" with skipper Mike, an experienced sailor. After a Magenberuhigendem hot cocoa and cookies were off. We were also the same time, beautiful in turn, to the steering wheel. Gar not easy to stay on course, but with an indication on the horizon a feasible task. In the zigzag course we got our goal, the famous Roberton Iceland slowly, at the time of his James Cook (the founder of Thomas Cook) dropped anchor to explore the region.
in the footsteps of these adventurers, we took a little shore leave and, after a steep climb, rewarded with a breathtaking view over the bay.

After "Jummy sandwiches and subsequent Sonennbad we took a joint effort in the main sail out again. With 34 knot headwind, not unusual in these latitudes, we Schippert again about to home port. In heavy waves appeared from nowhere on the port side dolphins to swim with us in competition. Again and again the porpoises came to the water surface to return after a short training and inhalation under the boat to disappear. Despite the general excitement was not over board and it was for everyone a memorable experience. Later on radio, we learned that we were on this day the only Bakame which the Dolphins to face. All other boats had bad luck. That's just the nature, unpredictable.

A really exciting day with ideal sailing weather, including basic sailing course, island visits, dolphin sightings and lots of sun and wind. We hired a novice sailor, and went in the evening with many new experiences swaying slightly from board.

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Reiserueckblick Northland!

Preface:
Hey Mates, sorry it again Bißle lasted longer, but we have experienced so much and found so little time to write. Also, the internet costs in the North gleichmal 3 times than in Auckland and is only partially available. So a lot of stuff (stuff) for you to read. Does it to you one who knows when we reflect what! : P

BYE BYE Meadow Song Farm!
We have left the farm with her wonderful people behind us and are now en route to the north. The road north was lonely and difficult. The landscape was traversed by green Huegelketten long, lonely winding roads, tiny villages and deep jungle forests. Before we reached Ahipara after 7h trip, also had a bay to be overcome by ferryboat. Since it rained all day had, we were compensated at the end with a beautiful sunset (see picture). In the beginning 90Mile Ahipara Beach and of course we did not let it take the same time on the beach to shoot a round with the car.

We are a property of the "Other" Art nahegelaegendem searched on a campsite where we schlufen in so-called "Cabins". Generous one could also call it Kanickelbuchten. 2 beds, a table and a trash can adorned the 6m2 space in the Spartan style.

The showers were outside, as usual, it was ever before the one in Pueschie (Sleepwear) and flip-flops over the place had to scurry. Of the bathroom at night proved to be bleak and cold. We want to now complain here, we are falls backpackers and our aim from day to day. It was cheap and nice and reasonably clean.

The day after!

The next morning we expected a glorious day with bright sunshine. We went to Cape Reinga, the northernmost tip of the country. A truly spiritual place, as we had learned. But back to that later.



scheinde endless beaches also have (unfortunately) is over!

At first it was to overcome the 90Mile Beach. I know not who has since settled, but we only had 62Milen on the odometer, that is 102km. rumzugurken The fun on the beach did but no Abbriss. Left the sea, the right meter high sand dunes, before and hinteruns - NOTHING:) What more could you want?

The sand was sometimes so strong that it easily reached the 100km / h, but alas it any water supply comes from land. Then it was schonmal slightly bumpy.


We played so wild pig, trying out our Bullenfaenger Moewenfaenger one to make. The soundtrack was this whole drama of the music of the Beach Boys. The flying "rats of the sea" as I call it love, turns out to be extremely clever and quick and so we let it also be good. And before the Humane Society like crying. No, there were no animals harmed and we had it not really happening: P (you never know who will read above)


From Mile 50, it was then but a little monotonous, so we went in search of an exit. The only way leading out was a small river bed of quicksand in which we defied easy thanks to 4x4. Locker, we overcame this exciting place and it was only a stone's throw from the Cape.

(If you can not advance a procedure would have * cough *) At the tip of the North Island!

finally arrived, it went through a small portal with a Maori theme. Everywhere were signs mounted that about the spiritual significance of place for enlightening the Maori (natives). Eating and Drinking was therefore not allowed and so we pushed us unnoticed even fix a Muesliriegel behind before it went to 20 minute walk, which led to the famous lighthouse. We fought through crowds of bus tourists and out-dated loose the mid 80s samples, where you could get the belief that people come to her death.

According to Maori belief that, not so after weighing, since this is growing on a hillside

a freak of nature. A 800-year old "no idea again now was called" tree, shimmy down to the supposedly the souls of the dead, to start their final journey. I wondered at that moment, rather what would happen to that of the idea is, simply shorten for the thing? He would be famous for sure, but popular? ... You do not know! I tried to catch a whiff of this spiritual place, but more than the smell of a delicious cheese sandwich I could not receive. WHAT! Eating is banned here, I thought? Anscheind was for the Americans .... Tssse!

Well, now the cap is not only an attraction for the dying people, but also the meeting place of the Tasman Sea and the Pacific. And who wants to know the full explanation should come from complacent self, for it is incredibly impressive. We would have this spectacle could watch for hours, but have since then made the coffee terrorists crossing the road, it was Time for us to move on before anyone could come up with the idea to have it all hang out. (I love this word game, if it sounds a bit macabre Half of hats probably not eh gathered. P)

It is him, the bosom of nature and can sometimes be the middle of nowhere!
Our path led us on to Spirits Bay. The real secret, which is controlled by any bus. Led away from civilization, a lone small dirt road to this beautiful bay, which we left did not escape us, thank God. I can really only write good about it. A lone abandoned, covered with a shell beach, a wild camping with cold showers, more or less free-running horses during sex and a slope of a sugar loaf was like it was on display. Well, and we would have had a tent, we would certainly have stayed longer there. On the way back we took only the desolate highway back, because now the water was at its Rueckmarsch and we could well do without on wet feet, only to go again on the Beach.

An almost perfect day, if we do not have to wash the car would have. Although now it seemed sometimes like a real off-roader:)

cu (seeyou) guyz

your Beachboyz!

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"Welcome to the Jungle" or else "What drove us crazy in there ..."

There and back again

After Week of hard farm work, we had three days storm-free, and could do so what we wanted. As our car again in the workshop is to get a new TÜV, we were somewhat local. We decided a trip to the nearby jungle to do. One way it was not really only a creek (small mountain stream) we could follow. could It was a beautiful day to go into the bush, as it had rained earlier, and by making the creek was full of water and we hopefully be on the beautiful waterfalls. We put on waterproof, took some food, you never know and the best leader we could have had, the farm dog Sassy, who accompanied us throughout the tour.
After only 5m deep Jungle were, it could turn around and it was just behind a green. It was damp and it was dripping down everywhere on the trees and Fahrner. The sun cast its rays off and on through the thick branches. We followed the creek down here a lot of water from above and brought with him was like a torrent, in the fall for one would not necessarily. It went up the mountain and the bush was getting thicker. We got more and more waterfalls that we had to cross under-or even the trees and saw our largest German oaks would put in the shade. It was so steep that we had our own path, which was not quite dangerous because if the Water from the eyes or ears loses, then it was quickly lost himself. The bush was so thick that we were only slowly and laboriously Vorwarts, sometimes we had over hand over hand over small waterfalls. At one of our dog is about 5 m deep slipped, but looked worse than it was. She is doing well. We crept over-or under uprooted giant trees and shrubs by their leaves were as sharp as knives. A torture for humans and animals. We had already expressed consideration is whether we would ever get out, what was not so consider, as tens of people disappear in jungle, New Zealand. Rewarded

we were with the view of the Pacific Ocean, we could erspähnen at one of the few clearings. We followed the creek as long as we could until we came to a dead end, which seemed insurmountable for us. We first put a break and enjoyed our sandwiches to strengthen. We were now more than 3 hours in the damp, overgrown bush and decided to return and settled back with a time of about 4h. The way we are back slid more than anything, but we got more progress than we thought. If you have lost, just follow the path of the water and that's what we did. With luck, we found a small path that we had already explored the night before and thus was our return to Farm considerably shorter than expected. In just 1 hour we were escaping the jungle again and back in civilization. There waited a hot shower and a cup of tea on us. A trip that went to the substance, not only stamina but also what the mind and the senses. We can now truly say we have experienced nature first hand ... it was still a boozy adventure that we did not want to miss.

your Jungelboys!