Portside Hotel Gisborne

... and gorgous turqoise waters. We were also pleased to spot the famous moko the dolphin, famed for his friendliness for the last 2 years in these waters when he was seperated from his pod. Despite this friendliness some stupid woman decided to swim out to him on her bodyboard, only to need to be rescued when his over friendliness turned into her being towed out to sea by him on her bodyboard, and the dolphin playfully jumping over her head. Some people have no sense... so that ...

... engrossed and fascinated by his story. You guys can ask me when I get back, I try to recall what me says and stuff like that. The feeling of hitch hiking was great, no need to spend a single cent to get from place to place. It have its danger as well so it will be best to travel in 2 but if you are really alone, you could do so as well and white lies could be necessary to keep danger away. We arrived at ...

... so the number of acts were slightly reduced but it was still alot fun plus the weather was excellent. It was about 75 degrees fahernheit with beautiful blue skies. After the buskter festival we all headed back home and hung out for the rest of the day. In the evening, Andy, Paul, and I played cribbage for about 2 hours then went into the hot tub. Since they live in the country there is almost no light pollution so there ...

... out. I accelerated hard into a "thump". The on-coming driver must have **** his pants as I swerved almost into the oncoming land. "****ing American, it's the LEFT side of the road here", I can almost hear him say. "Sorry". I composed myself and steadied the car. There was a tiny life on my windscreen. Or former life I should say. I hit the pipers to get it off and out of my sight. To my horror it ...

... 1.70 a litre and we'd need a few to reach Napier. It was time to face facts, for the first time in my life I'd ran out of petrol. No denying it. It's a stupid thing to do but I took some solace in that we saw at least 4 other people call in to see if there was petrol in the pumps. I asked to use the phone and called out breakdown cover and they said they could bring out extra petrol over the standard 5 litres free so we ...

... no beds at the ski area itself. At the ski area there are only private club houses. These are pretty cool. Not only are they at the base of the ski area, but scattered quite a ways up the area as well. The club houses are kind of a communal living type thing. You have basically bunk rooms and everyone gets assigned tasks for the weekend. On the other hand, I don't know how cool it is to hike a half a mile up the mountain in a blinding snowstorm with all your ski gear and ...

... didnt realise they could bite you, I thought all the danger was in the tail! They were really strong and pushed right up against you to try and get more food. After we had run out of food it was back to shore for tea and biscuits and a chat with our guide, she was really nice and even offered to run Nikki and I around in Gisborne should we need to her to. Everyone here is (Kiwi accent) super friendly, ahy!!

... with on the spot Breathalyzers are very common. Horrific car accidents are also very common. Gee, lets get really, really drunk then drive really fast on narrow mountain roads without guardrails. Improves the gene pool at least. Unfortunately these idiots don't manage to kill themselves before committing some really horrific spousal and child abuse. Which is reported in what I consider unnecessarily graphic detail by Nzs newspapers. Always a paragon of ...

... die Surfer bewundern, wie sie sich über die Wellen hauen (waren aber alle ältere Semester - nix junges knackiges...) Jetzt wandern wir durch den schönen Stadtkern von Gisborne auf den Spuren von James Cook, der hier erstmals an Land ging. Werden die Nacht diesmal im Campground verbringen und Wäsche waschen... Na dann bis bald Gregor und Claudia

... 325 kilometers). Together they make a big circle. That's it, except a couple small dead end roads up into the hills. NZ, which understands tourism better than anyone except Disney, produces huge quantities and varieties of tourism guides and literature. The guide for Eastland is about 75 pages long and describes every inch of the way for 500 kilometers. Every town (there aren't that many), activity, motel, restaurant, campground, scenic spot, native flora ...