kiwiland

if you want a jol. kiwi is the place. base is the backpackers to stay in. kiwe experience is the bus to catch. the green one. known locally as the fuck truck. jeepers creepers. i try to avoid these. as well as the bungy jumping. the excitement is too much for me. and the chicks are too young. actually, im lying. chicks can never be too young.

i flew into auckland from melbourne. bumped into simple guy little at the airport. cool to see the oke after a 3 year dry spell. was in auckland for an evening. met some irish okes in a pub. had a few pints. and joined them on a road trip the next day. along with a sing girl i know.

we went up north. cape reinga was pretty awesome. great deserted beach. and some nice waves. the party at the hostel was real good as well. altho they watered down the beer. i know this because i woke up without a hangover. i never do that now days. we drove south. and then east to coromandel. nice. but crap weather. we shot down to rotorua. cool place. but stinks. thermal hot baths were good. what is it with asians and hot baths. they love that shit. sitting there in steaming public baths. speedos. squinting contently. hard brown nipples. anyway, the party at the hostel was real good as well. they didnt water down the beers. i know this cos i had a hangover the next day. hamilton was next. we spent most of the time in the hospital. looked like a good uni town though. back to auckland.

nz so far was ok. i guess. but seemed a bit grey. lots of cloud cover. aus much better. all that changed when i got to wellington. southern most point of the north island. surrounded by green hills. and fronted by a silvery harbour. very pretty city. also nz 7s was on at the time. place was buzzing. and it also has a very interesting museum. honestly. im not a good tourist. but this museum, eish, quality. very interactive. also did a few walks. then picked up the ferry to picton (north of south island). and here i am. all alone. detoxing. in the cool air and greenery. doing a trek tomo. the queen charlotte sounds track. 3 days. its friggin cold. im camping. and cooking. gonna be tough. but at least i have no access to the spurs result. right.

rewind: melbourne was cool. nice to sleep in a bed after a 6 week van tour. didnt get up to much though. other than the aussie tennis open. go fed. the greatest saffa player of all time. yes he is saffa. trust me. i've checked. and now even the aussies admit it. also saw prince wills. what a legend. was trapping over to the tennis. when i saw a group of young hot screaming chicks. naturally i went over to investigate. and there he was. got close enough to be able to slap his bald spot. i started sweating. and screaming. i am a true prince wills groupie now.