Northland

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.

VOLUNTEERING ON A BOAT FOR A WEEK

VOLUNTEERING ON A BOAT FOR A WEEK

When we reach the boat, well it’s obvious that we have to transfer ourselves and all my stuff from one boat to another. That’s when my balance got it all wrong. My feet are pushing away the little motor boat while I’m trying my best to hold on to the Tranquillity’s platform. Inevitably, at some point it’s all going wrong. I can’t manage to lift myself onto the platform, and my feet are restlessly trying to find something to hold onto, but there’s nothing, I already pushed the motor boat too far away…

Northland Roadtrip #8 – Le jour où l’on a pris un autostoppeur

Northland Roadtrip #8 – Le jour où l’on a pris un autostoppeur

Je me rends bien compte que ce titre pourrait figurer en une du ‘Nouveau Détective’ ou en titre d’un article glauque à souhait où l’on apprendrait le destin malheureux de deux françaises parties en roadtrip en Nouvelle Zélande et retrouvées découpées en morceaux sur le bord de la gravel road parce qu’elles avaient fait confiance au mauvais autostoppeur, qui s’avérait être un sérial killer de PVTistes. Que je vous rassure tout de suite, il n’en est rien.