Today is Wednesday and my heart is heavy while I’m leaving South Island for good. I land at Auckland airport like I did on my very first day in New Zealand, except that now Monster is lighter and that I know exactly where to go to catch a coach towards the city centre. It’s raining outside and the sky is grey. I only have one month left on North Island before leaving the country for good. Ouch. Same for Flo, aka Monsieur Wellington, who’s having only two weeks left here before flying to Hong Kong and then going back to France. That’s why we’re meeting up again, for our very last road trip in New Zealand.
Après ma semaine sur un bateau, j’enchaîne avec un autre de mes rêves : approcher de près des alpacas. Ne me demandez pourquoi cette fascination étrange pour les lamas et les alpacas, il y a quelque chose qui me fait fondre dans leurs airs stupides et poilus.
I’m trying my best to keep a cool head. “Worst case scenario, we’re still here at night time, so we could just keep on walking. At some point, we should stumble upon Cape Reinga if we follow the tree line on one side or the sea on the other side. Cape Reinga means lighthouse, which means carpark, which means cars and… human beings.” But we have no food, no warm clothes, almost no water left… If we’re going to spend the night here, that won’t be easy. I’m starting to think about the guy in the ‘Man Vs Wild’ Tv Show, drinking its own pee. I’m thinking of that group of hikers lost in some mountains that ended up eating each other… No. Céline. Don’t. Fucking. Think. About. That. We should try to climb up that dune instead.