Still alive

OK, noone reads the text walls here anyway, so the tl;dr version:

After the dunes up north, we went back to Auckland, dropped of Phillip, and Felix drove off to Opotiki, searching for a job. I looked around for one in Auckland, but had no luck. But I found out that doing nothing is a horrible thing when you have to make a conscious choice about it. I booked for one night, and in the evening of that night, I booked the next one. For two and a half weeks. When I snapped out of it and realised that the rest of the mails whould not be answered anyway, I made my way to Tauranga to get Auckalnd out of  the system by being at the beach for a day or two. Then, I went to Whakatane and visited my favourite beach again, this time with camera. Internet here is slow, though.

In Opotiki, I spent a week with Felix and the other guests at the Central Oasis Backpackers. It feels like last time I've been there was centuries ago. Felix, I and Anne, one of his colleagues at work, make a day tour around the east cape, watching the sun rise over fog banks on the pacific from a cliff. We discover an old ruin and climb around there for hours, finding a bridge to wade underneath, a small lagoon with wood debris floating in the water, and a strange plastic pipe network. We constantly throw video game jokes around, great graphics and water physics, an old temple ā la Tomb Raider, ledges to balance along, you get the idea.

In the evening, we arrive in Gisborne, where I stay. They drive back to Opotiki, I travel along the east cost to Napier (gorgeous Art Deco Architecture) and Wellington, where I take the Ferry to the south island. Right now I am in Picton, the surprisingly small city where the ferry lands. I guess the cities only get smaller from here.

Maybe I'll try upload some photos later, the library has free internet.

Greetings,
Patrick