The Valley Healing Arts Retreat Kerikeri

... t und habe einem kleinen Flugzeug beim Starten zugeguckt, Highlight des Tages würde ich mal sagen! Ach ja im Ort w**den übrigens um 17 Uhr auch die Bürg**steige hochgeklappt, das einzige, was läng** aufhat, sind McDonald´s und die beiden Sup**märkte, imm**hin!<br><br>Ab** ab dem fünften tag hi** hatte ich Arbeit, an den **sten drei Tagen einen so genannten Cashjob, da hab ich Blumen gepflückt (Flow** picking) auf ein** riesigen Farm. Die hatten das Gelände üb** und üb** mit ...

... them. We settled on handing them into the police station but that proved rather difficult. Apparently crime doesn't happen in New Zealand out side the hours of 9-5, Mon to Fri and so after trying the police station to no avail we had no choice but to continue on to Nicole's and confess our crime to her in the morning. To cut a long story short the boards ended up being helicoptered back up to Johnnie as the little old lady liked to call herself despite her telling us ...

It's raining. Apparently it rains a lot at this time of year. But, we boldly book ourselves onto the tall ship R Tucker Thompson, a re-conditioned sailing ship complete with yard arm and rigging to climb. They lost their plank. This of course was the best value adventure in the bay after Paul had read 500 leaflets and refused to pay an extra $30 to swim with dolphins as the dolphins don't directly ...

... for Auckland. * Cycled back to Paihia * Bought Food * Discovered no work till Tuesday - bit annoyed * Chilled Bad Roads: Now, one of the nice things about traveling on is that some roads are great, some are lousy, some are easy and some are lung explodingly hard etc, but whatever the type you only have to do them once! Then you can look back and smile because ...

... a twisted bracket. The support for the water tank had somehow come off and scraped along the road. Various bits were well bent - hard to say what was cause and what effect, once it had been dragged along. I wasn't in a safe place, so I backed into the drive of a roadside avocado shop. After some fruitless scrabbling under the jacked-up van, the shop man (I presume, a local ...

... out in the sea. I got back to my car and ate my healthy roll and fruit :) then wandered down to the cape. The wind died down and it was beautiful and sunny. I walked up the hill to the cape and over the brow and the meeting of the oceans came into view. The Tasman Sea on the left colliding with the Pacific Ocean on the right. It was so powerful and dramatic. I was suddenly overcome with emotion. (Silly old stick I know!) I had made it! At long last! I'd got to New ...

... Russell Road', passing through a pretty countryside of hills and forests and glimpses of the offshore islands, until we reached the wide 'Taupiri Bay'. We followed the road round the inland side of 'Cape Brett', alternating between views of forests and bays with many new road slips evident on the side of the road. We visited 'Russell', now a pretty seaside town which had once been the capital of New Zealand in the early immigrant days, just because it was the ...

... hostel to Rainbow Falls, a walk to Haruru Falls and a day out to Russell via the car ferry. Last Sunday we headed up to the Far North on a day trip. This included driving on 90 Mile beach, riding the Sand Dunes at Te Paki Stream, a walk in a Kauri tree forest and visiting Cape Reinga itself. It was a fun day and best of all was sharing with some friends from the hostel. As far as our nightly plans, most have included a film of some sort but we've ...

... when he went inside, he didn't even stand in a line. He stood in between the lines and just stood there. Dunno what happened there, apparently he got confused. Anyways, it took us an hour to get a tank of gas. But! Once we were on our way, all was good! Just 2 crazy Canadians and the road...oh..and Madonna. Madonna is our car. We decided that it was a fitting name as we had never rented a car or drove long distances on the other side of the ...

... tumbledown shacks tucked forlornly down gravel tracks; ancient, rusting house buses parked-up in perpetuity; flaking, crusty orange and white caravans peeking out shyly from piles of topsoil. Somehow, though, even the most despondent example has a very Kiwi charm, and are testaments to the hands-on, do-it-yourself attitude that many here would say is the cornerstone of the national character. However, since buying Daffers, I have realised ...