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CULTURES SAUVAGES #2 - MY LIFE IN A PRISON IN NEW-ZEALAND

CULTURES SAUVAGES #2 - MY LIFE IN A PRISON IN NEW-ZEALAND

As Halloween was around the corner, I found out a story which is combining both the orange colour and ghosts, as well as psychopaths, murderers, hanged men and handcuffs.
Can you guess what I’m going to talk to you about? No? Well, I’m going to tell you about the time when I lived in a prison.

MY LAST WEEK IN NEW-ZEALAND LIVING IN A CARAVAN

MY LAST WEEK IN NEW-ZEALAND LIVING IN A CARAVAN

Everything has an ending. Except for sausages which have two.
New Zealand. This time, that’s the end.
I’ve been thinking and thinking again about my last weeks in New Zealand. I’ve even done a list of what I wanted to achieve: hiking the Tongariro Crossing, seeing Mount Taranaki, watching the sunrise in Gisborne, going back to Napier, helping again in Hahei Beach, doing a HelpX in a Maori family, going to a yoga retreat, tramping for a few days,… My list was as long as a novel. Almost a year passed away and yet there was still many experiences I wanted to have before leaving. It drove me mad to try to make my last moments in New Zealand meaningful and unforgettable.
It only took one English guy to finally let this go.

MY LAST NEW ZEALAND ROAD TRIP -PART 1-

MY LAST NEW ZEALAND ROAD TRIP -PART 1-

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.

The Routeburn Track – How I hiked my way to Queenstown Airport

The Routeburn Track – How I hiked my way to Queenstown Airport

When I get into my dry and warm sleeping bag this night, my body all sore and achy, I still can’t believe I did it. I still can’t believe I made it through this day. For most people it doesn’t seem much to hike this amount of time in a chaotic weather, they’re used to hike anyway no matter the weather. However, for me, it’s a giant step.

NAPIER PRISON BLUES

NAPIER PRISON BLUES

Hence I moved in prison cell number 17, into the oldest prison of New Zealand: Napier Prison. I even heard it’s a haunted one. Even the Ghost Hunters show came here. My cell is most probably the tiniest of the facility, but that’s for the best. So I won’t be afraid that a ghost sneaks in. Basil the cat is a sneaky bastard, opening creaking doors that make you flinch like crazy.