Emerald Gisborne

... plaze i krajobrazy. Nocowalismy w Gisborne - najbardziej wysunietym na wschod miastem NZ. Jest to pierwsze miejsce na Ziemi gdzie wstaje slonce! <br><br>I jeszcze jedna anegdota... jak Kirsty prowadzila auto, ja albo pstrykalem zdjecia lub krecilem kamera, dlatego tez kompletnie sie zawiodlem jak zaczalem bawic sie naszym GPSem. W pewnej chwili Kirsty cos krzyknela i zaczela sie smiac. Otoz - jak jechalismy wsrod gor w pewnej chwili ...

... down adn it was kinda interesting learning about duck shooting. Paul deposited me safely at teh YHA, refused any money for fueal and wished me well. So much for all teh dangerous East Cape people i was warned about, asid from teh rude but possibly well meaning Hicks Bay women everyone was leovely. <br><br>So Don't fear the East Cape, it is very cool!

... and they had a wonderful house that had wooden wall panels, a massive creaking winding staircase, big old heavy doors, stained glass windows, gorgeous place plus a pool and a spa in their garden! When the couple came back, I was a bit tipsy from the fizz and we went to fetch the cases from our car. As I got up I said to the wife (can't remember their names!) "oo, would it be possible to put our champagne into the fridge so we can drink it later?" I ...

... unexpected - and they certainly loved the guy with the bait most! And then it was finally back on the road for the long journey back to Taupo, which included a drive through a beautiful scenic gorge. Waved goodbye to most of the gang who had decided to stay on in Tatapouri to enjoy the beach lifestyle and go shark cage diving. It was sad to part but we were consoled by the fact we had some new friends to contact on Facebook!

... after ****ing with Rob's head for a second we turned around and made room for them in a flash. They had been hitch-hiking all day from Mt. Manganui and were on their way to Gisborne too. They kept leaning out the window to fix the surfboard racks for us and let's just say the racks were fine...and pierced, but I managed to keep the car on the road all the way to Gisborne where we went straight to a bar. The two girls promplty got into a fight with each ...

... t*it Joh*nn* qui f*is*it bouger l* voiture. On * ensuite pensé *u vent, m*is les *rbres ne boug*ient p*s. On * fin*lement compris que c'ét*it un tremblement de terre. On est resté en bord de mer pour voir un éventuel Tsun*mi, m*is il n'est j*m*is *rrivé. Au fin*l, p*s de mort et quelques blessés legers. En rev*nche des dég*ts considér*bles. Qu*nd on pense que si le temps le permett*it, on ser*it restés une nuit de plus. Le h*s*rd f*is p*rfois bien les choses!

... that would be us) can't be all bad. Of course the furthest you can be from a beach anywhere in the whole country is less than 2 hours. The word active is noteworthy by the way. Active, as in the week after we left Ruhapehu blew up and a hiker lost a leg from a boulder dropping on him. There are signs everywhere reminding you that if the volcano starts sluicing lava down, don't stand in the gullies. DUH! Don't insert gun into mouth and pull trigger. Anyone that dumb ...

... I recently read this huge front page article about some horrific murder. It wasn't till then very end of the story that I found out the this murder happened in the early 90s. The guy had been in prison for the last 12 years and was getting a bail hearing for Christ sakes. Also, reporters here NEVER let facts stand in the way of a sensational story. Or print retractions if they're dead wrong. Heli Ski Kiwi style. My personal favorite. Helicopter pilot Toby Wellis ...

... a more popular trip is to White Island, an active volcano. Both these trips are on organised tours and depends on the season as to how often they run. We didn't have the time or money to do the White Island tour but it's definitely one for the future. Instead, we drove to Whakatane Heads, to see a statue of Wairaka. The Maori word Whakatane means 'to act like a man' and the legend goes that women of the Mataatua canoe were left aboard while the men went ...

... original settlers to the head scratching question of "What the heck do we do with this land?". Judging from the preponderance of grassy bare hills, I would say that logging, like most places in the world, was a one shot deal. Note to our long dead forefathers worldwide: if you REPLANT the frigging trees, you can log them again and again, DUH. Now what? Extreme farming? Maybe after the invention of the winch cat. Cattle? As someone raised on a dairy farm, I ...