Category: Anécdotas/Stories (page 2 of 3)

“Money won’t create succes, the freedom to make it will.” (Nelson Mandela)

With every ending there is a new beginning and here is my end in the bike-taxi job that I told you before or at least for a while.
The new plans ahead look much better and exciting and I am really looking forward to start them.
After 4 months working in the bikes and made a little bit of savings it is time to travel and experience the culture of this country.
This time I have a partner in my adventures, Hiro, the Japanese guy from my job it is joining me in this story.
As he is coming to Spain and we have planned a 6000km surf trip around Spain, France, Portugal and Morocco we need to save all the money that we have save in this past months so that is why we are getting into survival mode.
The plan: no plan, no money, just go with the flow. Busking, sleeping in the beach surfing and crushing in friends couches with for sure lots of crazy stories is the prevision for the next 15 days.
At first point we have a place to crash for a week while we finish visiting all the surf spots around before heading to Byron bay where some good vibes and friends are ready to welcome us and share lots of good times.

I will keep you updated more regularly now I have more spare time!!

“How did it get so late so soon?” (Dr. Seuss)

First of all I think I need to apologise for all this time writing in Spanish. I have been very busy lately and my computer was broken so I did not have enough time to write two posts every time in both languages.
As some of you may know, I am already in Australia. Yeah! It is being a long time since I do not write in English and many things have occurred already.
So I will go a little bit backwards to continue the story where I left it.
I was living in New Zealand, beautiful country and a place to come back for sure (I still have some places that I would love to visit or re-visit) Unfortunately after trying my best to stay in the country my luck did not followed me or maybe it wanted me to go in a different direction. I could not get a working holiday visa after trying many times and my visa was expiring but I had an ace up my sleeve, a secondary plan to postpone my way back to my home country, Spain.
So I decided that before leaving New Zealand, I had to do a good ending trip. So I planned two trips in the time that I had left, one to wilderness and the other to my mind.
The first one was a week of hitch-hiking, with my own food as usual, and no money trough the North Island. My main destinations where the east and the south of the North Island which were the leftovers of all my trips in that Island.
Starting in a dark night in Mangaokewa Gorge Scenic Reserve (just after Te Kuiti), after two intense days of rock climbing, I start hitch-hiking after saying goodbye to the friends I was climbing with and who brought me to this place. Just with the hope of finding a ride to Taupo or somewhere along the way and trying to run away from an expected night storm.
Luckily I got ride in the middle of the night which was going to Bennydale, the next town in the road just a few km from where I was. There, now under the street lights, I start again the long process of showing my thumb and my best smile and wait for some friendly person who goes in my way and have a spare seat.
After a while standing with not much luck two women just come out from the Bennydale Hotel, which in my opinion seems to be the only cultural and social place in that little town. The come up to me and the eldest one star talking with a damage voice almost from beyond: “what are you doing here?”Suddenly we start talking and I explain myself one thing leads to another and I end up in the birthday party which was taking place in the hotel with the owner inviting me to sleep for free in one of their rooms and the people from the party offering me unlimited amounts of food and drinks.

Having some beers and food with some of the Bennydale locals!

Next day I kept travelling to my next destination, Taupo, where I did bungee jumping, which was very exciting. After the experience of the bungee jumping, I sleep in a forest close to Taupo. The next morning I went to the Natural Spa to see the sunrise.

My trip continued to Napier in a nice chat with the phisiotherapist from a football team in Wellington. Hawks bay was beautiful and the weather was very nice. The Art Deco city of Napier it is beautiful and pleasant to walk on and an amazing view can be founded in the top of the mountain by the port.

The port of Napier in a beautifull afternoon

After Napier I kept travelling south direction with the intention of getting to the Tararua ranges. This was the first time I got to jump in a truck while I was hitch hiking and I have to say that I loved it!
In the way to the Tararua got stacked in Palmerston North, a nice little big city, and because of that delay I could not get where I was expecting. After walking in the dark for a few kilometres, one very nice Maori guy who was living in a self constructed house made out of recycling parts invite me to his house, and we shared some good talking with some beers.

The next morning I was going into the wild again leaving the sealed roads and changing them for very small and not transited paths. I had to go through rivers and heavy rain, and very windy and cold conditions but as you may have realized already I love that stuff.
When I got to the hut I meet two hunters who gave me a ride to wellington the next day. With the peculiarity that was off road and the car was a very old off road truck.

This truck had 3 persons on it and did more than 30km off-road in a 3h trip, including flat tire and one of the heaviest rains I have seen in my life

Once in wellington I could sleep in a mattress in a friends place and went out to check the nightlife which turned to be pretty amazing! There is live music everywhere and you do not need to pay to enter in the clubs. You do not even need to pay for pool tables.
Besides the weather (windy wellington), wellington was a pretty good place!
Due to my tight schedule I had to take a 12 hours bus back to Auckland in order to get there on time for my other plan in my last month, the meditation course.
I do not have words to describe the meditation course but I can just say that was one of the best experiences in my life. Of course that was hard to meditate for 10hours a day during 10 days but it was totally worthy. I am pretty sure that I will do more courses or volunteering in the future.
I totally recommend it to everyone, so if you are interested you can find more information in the website Vipassana.
That was the closure of my chapter in New Zealand, country that I love and where I will go back again one day.

Hopefully I can find more time off and keep on updating my adventures in Australia.

“En algún sitio algo increíble espera ser descubierto.” (Carl Sagan)

Pues bueno, aquí estoy de nuevo y aunque muchos pensaseis que ya había tirado la toalla con esto del blog, no ha sido así.
Como en muchas situaciones de nuestras vidas, siempre hay contratiempos y esta vez ha sido la tecnología la que me ha jugado una mala pasada. Mi ordenador dejo de funcionar hace aproximadamente unos dos meses y tras intentar repararlo de varias maneras y tirar la toalla unas cuantas veces, al final la perseverancia ha hecho que haya podido arreglarlo y que no haya perdido ningún dato, simplemente tal y como lo deje, como si hubiera “hibernado” literalmente.
Para no escribir un sinfín de palabras y de historias que os aburran voy a hacer un pequeño resumen de mis 78 días en territorio australiano.
Como ya sabéis al llegar estuve vivaqueando por Coolangatta durante una semana en la que me dedique a disfrutar del buen tiempo y a esa nueva pasión que ha surgido en mí, el Surf.
Después conseguí contactar con una amiga de mi prima a la que no veía desde hacía 6 años o más y traslade el campamento a Brisbane, ciudad en la que pase una maravillosa semana  recordando viejos tiempos y siendo tratado como un rey. También con Inés, la amiga de mi prima, organizamos un fin de semana a Byron Bay, un sitio bastante turístico pero muy bien conservado, considerado por los aborígenes como la tierra de la paz y que no pertenece a nadie. Espíritu que claramente ha calado en la gente que se ha asentado allí y fácilmente se puede respirar en el ambiente.
Durante el tiempo en Brisbane conseguí contactar con un hostel en Surfers Paradise que me ofrecía alojamiento a cambio de trabajo, así que decidí seguir mi camino y recortar gastos.
Tras dos días aquí, conseguí trabajo de la manera menos esperada, saliendo de fiesta.
Así que en tan solo 3 días me había plantado en un lugar nuevo con alojamiento pagado y un trabajo.
Todo iba sobre ruedas, lo que no me podía imaginar que el trabajo que acababa de conseguir se convirtiera en una manera divertida de ganar dinero y disfrutar de una compañía y amigos increíbles. En resumen se puede decir que me encanta mi trabajo a pesar de las dudas que puedan generar en la gente.
No sabría muy bien como nombrarlo en español pero lo “llamaré conductor de bici-taxis”
A muchos de vosotros os asaltara la duda así que deciros que mi trabajo consiste en transportar personas de un lugar a otro o de hacer un recorrido por la ciudad en un vehículo impulsado completamente por la fuerza generada con mis piernas.
Después de dos semanas con dos trabajos, en el hostal y en los “Pedicabs”(Bici-taxis) la situación se volvía insostenible y el cansancio empezaba a hacer mella en mi. 
Así que gracias al dueño de la empresa de los “pedicabs” y mi disponibilidad absoluta para ayudar me vi involucrado en el nuevo proyecto de la empresa convertir una planta de oficinas en alojamiento para todos los conductores de los “pedicabs”. Esto me abrió la puerta para conseguir una cama a cambio de pequeños trabajos como limpiar las bicis.
Eso me permitió liberarme del trabajo del hostal y disfrutar de mucho más tiempo libre y seguir aprendiendo sobre el mundo de las bicis y su mecánica.
Mientras tanto compaginaba todo lo anterior con el surf, ya con tabla propia y neopreno y el dinero que ganaba me empezaba a permitir ahorrar y permitirme algunos lujos como una guitarra nueva y otro viaje a Byron Bay.
Después de dos meses en este trabajo he de decir que soy una persona muy feliz y que estoy completamente satisfecho con mi vida en este momento que se resume a trabajar en las bicis hacer surf y disfrutar de la vida en compañía de mis nuevos amigos.
En este tiempo también he pasado de limpiar bicis a ser uno de los dos mecánicos que trabajan en esta localización, ya que la empresa tiene más sucursales en Darwin, Cairns y Byron Bay, lugares en los que sin duda podre trabajar sin ningún problema.

También para añadir un poco mas de interculturalidad a mi persona, me he adentrado un poco en mundo del Japonés impulsado por uno de mis mejores amigos aquí y que poco a poco me va permitiendo un nivel de conversación muy básico.

Ahora que tengo el portátil arreglado intentaré manteneros actualizados lo máximo que pueda.

Un saludo a todos desde Australia!

“La vida no se ha hecho para comprenderla, sino para vivirla.” (Jorge Santayana)

Bueno como os llevo diciendo en los post anteriores, he llegado a Australia, y mi llegada no es que haya sido menos aventura que lo que os venia contando.
El 31 de Julio, día que tenía mi vuelo me dispuse a coger el tren y luego un autobús para llegar al aeropuerto, la forma más barata. Al llegar a la estación me encontré un billete sin usar para la dirección contraria pero decidí usarlo. Cuando los revisores me pidieron el billete me jugué la carta de “estoy to’ perdió” así que me dieron un ticket nuevo hasta mi destino por lo que no tuve que pagar el tren aunque por desgracia  este se retraso y perdí el autobús lo que concluyo en que tuve que coger un taxi para no perder el avión que más tarde seria retrasado más de 1 hora.
Al llegar al Aeropuerto, y para mi sorpresa me dijeron que la maleta no estaba incluida a pesar de que había pagado 30$ extra pero como lo había reservado mediante una agencia de viajes externa no pude hacer nada más que callar aguantarme y sonreír mientras pagaba los 80$ que me costó facturarla.
Más tarde en el avión me empezaron a ofrecer todo tipo de lujos que a otros pasajeros no les ofrecían y pensé: “mi acento mola pero no para tanto” así que le pregunte qué a que se debía dicho lujo y me contestaron que mi billete era con todo incluido, así que comprendí que debía de haber habido algún error y la maleta se había convertido en todos los lujos posibles que te pueden dar en un avión, comida gratis y bebidas ilimitadas a lo que mi reacción fue: “ me han cobrado 80$ esto tengo que amortizarlo aquí”. Así pues las botellas de vino corrieron, los zumos los guarde en la chaqueta, pedí más y mas comida constantemente hasta que para su alivio el avión empezó a descender y se termino la barra libre.
Esos 80$ habían sido un contratiempo importante y los hostales estaban muy caros así que decidí dormir en la playa que ya me habían dicho varias personas que no habría problema. Y así fue, el único problema que tuve fue la lluvia. Para mi fortuna en el desayuno conocí a varios vagabundos que me aconsejaron de varios sitios en los que podía tener cosas gratis así que me acerque a uno de ellos donde podía ducharme gratis y así lo hice, también aproveche para intentar buscar trabajo en plan para unos pocos días antes de seguir mi camino y así poder recuperar algo de dinero. Me dieron de comer y más tarde deje mi equipaje allí y seque el saco en la secadora así que ya estaba listo para pasar otra noche más a la intemperie aunque esta vez no en la arena ya que todo mi equipaje estaba lleno de arena por todos sitios.
Dormí en lo alto de una pequeña colina justo al lado de la playa y donde había algunas mesas de picnic y sobretodo unas vistas impresionantes.  Así que no tarde en dormirme simplemente por la impaciencia de ver el amanecer.
A la mañana siguiente me desperté aun en la penumbra de la noche pero con las primeras luces del día asomando. Para mi sorpresa pese a ser las 5.45 de la mañana ya había una persona esperando para el amanecer. Rápidamente empaque todas mis cosas en la pequeña mochila que llevaba ya que el resto lo había dejado en lugar de acogida. Tranquilamente me tome una naranja y empecé a observar como la luz del gran astro iba incrementando, lenta pero constantemente. El paisaje se iba desnudando poco a poco ante esa luz y dejaba toda su belleza al descubierto para el deleite de todos los ojos que la miran con admiración y deseo.
Poco después me descubrí que el paisaje al que estaba mirando era uno de los mejores sitios para hacer surf en el mundo y lo descubrí cuando el pequeño mirador se empezó a llenar de fotógrafos con toda clase de accesorios, teleobjetivos que se transportan en maletas, polarizadores, temporizadores, rotadores automáticos y toda clase de objetos y lujos que se pueden dar en el mundo de la fotografía.
Me di cuenta de la importancia del asunto cuando hable con uno de los fotógrafos que me decía que era un día con muy buenas olas y que probablemente varios campeones del mundo de surf que viven en esta pequeña ciudad estarían surfeando y todos querían una foto.
Ese día fui a recoger mi equipaje para empezar albergarme en un hostel ya que había conseguido una oferta y tenía la posibilidad de alquilar tablas de surf por 10$ al día así que mi misión de aprender a hacer surf había comenzado.

El tiempo era perfecto, el lugar maravilloso y las olas increíbles que más se puede pedir en unos días de invierno en Australia.

“Hay dos maneras de vivir su vida: una como si nada es un milagro, la otra es como si todo es un milagro.” Albert Einstein

Siento el retraso pero es que no he tenido el tiempo suficiente para parar a escribir tranquilamente.
Ya he llegado a Australia tras un movido fin de estancia en Nueva Zelanda.
El último mes en NZ se planteaba aburrido así que decidí tomar cartas en el asunto pero claro como siempre no quería gastar dinero porque me venía a Australia y sinceramente creo que me esperan meses difíciles aquí. Así que como ya va siendo tradición decidí hacer un viaje corto para visitar el sur de la isla norte durante una semana.
De nuevo cargue mi mochila con la comida necesaria para unos cuantos días y me dispuse a empezar la aventura, con la suerte de que varios amigos internacionales iban en dirección sur para escalar, así que decidí tomar todos los planes posibles, un viaje de ida pero sin vuelta y un par de días en uno de los mejores sitios en los que se puede escalar que he visto en mi vida.
Así que tras un largo segundo día de escalada, ellos volvían a Auckland y yo me echaba a la carretera una vez mas pero esta vez todo pintaba más complicado ya que la carretera no era muy transitada y era ya de noche así que mientras esperaba que pasase alguien iba pensando en las diferentes alternativas para pasar la noche.
Por esas cosas de la vida al segundo o tercer coche, paro un señor mayor que iba en la dirección aunque solo hasta el pueblo siguiente, Bennydale, a unos 45km de donde me encontraba y unos 120km de mi primer destino, Taupo.
Me dejo en una de las pocas farolas que tenía el pueblo ya que solo se iluminaba la calle por donde pasaba la carretera principal y enfrente del único bar/pub/hotel y todo lo que os podáis imaginar que existía en el pequeño pueblo. Como era de esperar en un sábado noche estaba bastante ajetreado. Yo seguía a mi tarea habitual, levantar un pulgar en cuanto escuchaba el rugido de cualquier tipo de motor acercarse. Uno de los hombres que entro me dijo que ya era muy tarde y que no me iba a coger nadie y yo le respondí que ya lo sabía pero que no tenía nada mejor que hacer que seguir intentándolo. Mi mente ya maquinaba un plan alternativo para ir a buscar un sitio donde dormir y poder ponerme a cubierto a tiempo ya que se pronosticaban intensas lluvias para aquella noche. Para mi sorpresa, pasado un rato se acercaron dos mujeres una muy joven, rubia y de “huesos grandes”, como dicen aquí, y la otra mayor con el pelo corto y una voz totalmente quebrantada y que a duras penas se podía entender. Una mezcla de afonía y el crujir típico de una locomotora de vapor al iniciar su transcurso. Por unos momentos pensé que había muerto y el diablo me estaba hablando.
Muy amablemente tras preguntarme cual era mi plan para esa noche, me ofrecieron quedarme en el hotel por 15 dólares a lo que les conteste que no tenía dinero ya que lo había dejado todo en Auckland y solo tenía la tarjeta que era solo para un caso de emergencia, y eso claramente no lo era. Me dijeron que hablarían con el dueño y me ofrecieron a entrar. Dentro el ambiente era muy alegre y distendido y todos o casi todos los habitantes del pueblo se acomodaban en sillas alrededor de una mesa de billar en la que estaban jugando al billar canadiense. Una larga mesa con comida de todo tipo ya que resulta que era el cumpleaños de la mujer que me había invitado a entrar. Tras hablar con el dueño y explicarle mi situación, no pararon de lloverme ofrendas: una habitación gratuita, barra libre de comida y una cerveza ¡de las grandes!
También me ofrecieron 30$ que rechace ya que me parecía bastante rudo después de todo lo que me habían dado, aceptar dinero. Pero resulto ser que lo rudo era no aceptarlo ya que es una costumbre maorí a la que llaman “Koha” así que no me quedo otra que aceptarlo y darle las gracias al hombre que me lo había ofrecido como no quería el dinero y tras explicárselo decidí gastarlo en el mismo lugar, así que me compre una cerveza e invite también a alguna que otra eso se convirtió en un círculo vicioso así que al final llego un punto en el que no me dejaban comprar más cerveza porque ellos se empeñaban en que no tenía dinero y tenían que invitarme. Una tras otra, incluso sin que me terminara la anterior. También me invitararon a jugar al billar e incluso se ofrecieron a llevarme al día siguiente a Taupo.
A la mañana siguiente me desperté y tome una de mis tradicionales duchas de agua fría y esperé a que llegara la persona que se había ofrecido a llevarme la noche anterior. Probablemente no se acordaría así que tras mucho esperar y que no apareciera llego al hotel una chica que iba buscando gasolina y que iba en mi dirección así que me ofreció el viaje que con mucho gusto acepté.
 Llegue a Taupo, donde tenía ya reservado de un par de semanas anteriores un salto de puenting. 47 metros de altura desde lo que caer al vacío para sumergirse literalmente por el rio que corría bajo el. Finalmente tras haber pedido que me metieran hasta la cintura solo conseguí mojarme hasta los codos. Como no tenía sitio donde pasar la noche, decidí coger un camino que llevaba a un camping gratuito que estaba al otro lado del rio pero que solo había un punto por donde cruzarlo y que había que andar durante unas 2 horas.
Llegado a un punto del camino decidí seguir una pequeña vereda que se adentraba en el denso follaje y que me llevo a un pequeño ensanchamiento donde había un banco (de sentarse) abandonado. Pensé que sería un buen sitio para pasar la noche y monte campamento allí. Bastante pronto por que ya se podía leer en el cielo que se acercaba lluvia. Finalmente esa noche llovió.
Tras pasar 12 aburridas horas dentro del saco y la mayoría de ellas lloviendo decidí ponerme en marcha como va siendo costumbre, a las 6 de la mañana, con la claridad del día asomando y las estrellas de la noche diciendo adiós. Un momento mágico.
Durante unas largas dos horas estuve en el Spa natural que se encuentra entre un rio de agua caliente de origen volcánico y un rio procedente de un lago que acumula aguas glaciares, la combinación perfecta.
En un solo viaje conseguí hacer los 200km que me separaban de mi siguiente destino, Napier. Una ciudad maravillosa y con un clima extraordinario auntodenominada “Art Deco City”
Tras pasar por la oficina de turismo que me desbarato los planes para acampar ya que me había anunciado que el sitio donde pretendía hacerlo era solo para caravanas y que estaba vigilado y cercado, decidí dar una vuelta por la ciudad y dejar el tema del alojamiento para más tarde, aunque no tardo en aparecer un arbusto en la playa con la medida perfecta para dormir dentro del y tener el volumen suficiente como para que no me pudieran ver desde fuera, así que ya mas tranquilamente me paseé por la ciudad del “Art Deco”
Tras un par de días en los que apenas había pasado por el lado salvaje de Nueva Zelanda, decidí adentrarme en una ruta por el campo que me llevaría unos 2 días. Así que me dispuse a dirigirme a la sierra de Tararua cerca de Wellington, la capital del país, que sería mi último destino.
Tuve varios viajes aunque quiero destacar dos, uno en un camión que transportaba acero desde Napier a Palmerston North y otro desde esa última ciudad al otro extremo de la ciudad que duro 3 horas por que el buen hombre paro a saludar a un amigo y no me dejaba irme. Debido a este último, llegue bastante tarde y ya entrada la noche al camino que se suponía que tenía que empezar ese día. Otra vez la suerte me dio la más amable de sus sonrisas y me encontré con un chico de mi edad aproximadamente que vivía en una casa que había construido con su tío solamente con materiales reciclados y que no disponía de ningún suministro externo que tuviese que pagar. Me invito a su casa me dio comida y bebida y también me ofreció una cama.
Al día siguiente me puse en marcha hacia el refugio y por el camino me encontré un coche abandonado en el rio. Al llegar al refugio y encontrármelo todo por en medio mire el registro y había una nota diciendo que se les había quedado un coche en el rio y el otro había rodado hasta el rio por un precipicio y que uno de ellos tenía un pie roto. Resulto ser que todo lo que había allí era de dos cazadores que se encontraban por la zona y que me ofrecieron un buen filete y un viaje a Wellington el día siguiente. Entrada ya la noche apareció un tanque de transporte del ejército de esos que tienen 6 ruedas para intentar sacar los coches ya que los propietarios eran militares. Solamente consiguieron sacar uno y el dueño del otro le dio permiso a los cazadores para que cogieran todo lo que quisieran del coche ya que lo tenía “a todo riesgo”.
Al día siguiente y con un Jeep del 74’ nos metimos por el camino, y después rio arriba para ver si podían sacar el coche. Se dieron cuenta de que iba a ser complicado llevárselo por el tema del bloqueo y arrancarlo así que como si de un desguace se tratara se dispusieron a desmontar el coche, llevándose todas las ruedas, los dos ejes, la caja de cambios, la radio y algún que otra parte más. El camino de vuelta fue bastante impresionante ya que aquello no se podría definir como camino y se veían bastantes coches en el fondo de acantilados y terraplenes. Por fortuna el conductor era bastante experimentado y pese que a mí me dio la impresión de que íbamos a volcar en muchas ocasiones no paso nada.

Muy amables me llevaron hasta la puerta de la casa de mi amiga en Wellington donde pase 2 días visitando la ciudad y conociendo su cultura y vida nocturna. Todo acabo con un interminable viaje de 12 horas que llevo de vuelta a la gran ciudad, Auckland. 

“La suerte favorece solo a la mente preparada.” (Isaac Asimov)

Pues al parecer mi mente no ha estado muy preparada estos últimos días, ya que he entrado en una racha de mala suerte. El jueves pasado recibí un teléfono desde España ya que el mío se había roto y en menos de 24 horas desapareció, no sé cómo. He revuelto todo en mi habitación he ido a todos los lugares en los que estuve y nada, móvil apagado. Así que he llegado a la conclusión de que me lo debí haber dejado en algún lugar y alguien fue más listo que yo y lo cogió. 
Sin teléfono pero con muchas ganas de mi dosis semanal de excursiones fuimos al campo el sábado donde hicimos una ruta fluvial increíble por un rio con numerosas cascadas. Encontramos un montón de setas comestibles que usamos para la cena. A pesar del maravilloso paisaje y lo divertida y bonita que fue la ruta, ese día no me encontraba muy bien del estomago, creo que algo del maravillosos desayuno inglés que tome, me debió sentar mal.
Al cocinar los boletus y probarlos nos dimos cuenta de que no eran los que pensábamos y a pesar de ser comestibles, eran especialmente amargos, lo cual arruino en cierta medida la cena. Otra desdicha para la saca.
Y ya para culminar la tragedia, ayer fui a una de mis dos sesiones semanales de yoga, que van seguidas de un par de horas de escalada. Desafortunadamente, escalando en el rocódromo, caí y me hice un esguince, que eta mañana en el doctor, me han dicho que puede que no sea nada, o puede que sea una fractura por avulsión. Crucemos los dedos para que no sea así. Tampoco he podido alquilar las muletas por los 75$ dólares que cuestan porque no les quedaban. 
Evidentemente no es mi semana de la suerte, pero sigo disfrutando por aquí por Nueva Zelanda donde en menos de 10 minutos ha pasado de haber un hermoso sol a una tromba de agua. ¡Quién sabe lo que nos deparará la próxima hora!


First of all I want to thank all the people who read my blog and enjoy my stories, and thank you for your comments and support through different internet platforms.
I want to introduce you a new project that I have in mind and I want you to participate in it to, because somehow you are also part of my stories.
After a long time thinking about what to do on the month off I have in July here in New Zealand, a lot of ideas came into my mind. Should I visit the south island, how should I pay the trip or where will I find some extra money to make it possible? I needed a plan to give you more stories but as you know my budget here is kind of short so put all the ideas together and came with this project.
Click Trip Project consists in a way of subvention, a way of communication and an interaction with the readers of the blog. It is all my adventures in public for you, where you will be able to choose in some ways things of my trip and I will keep you inform at all time about what is going on out there!
As you may know publicity is one of the most incomes for most of the business nowadays, in fact the major incomes for Google, YouTube and all the internet based companies are the advertisements they have in their websites. Is that big, that any person can make an account and earn some percentage of the publicity.
Here came the solution for my major problem, the money. I have activated as you will probably realize some time in the next two weeks, Google Ads in the blog. This will be my only income for my trip in July. As a challenge, I have decided to use only the money earned from the advertisement that will appear in the blog. Probably a hard challenge as they only pays a 5 to 20 cents ratio from every click in the advertisement. So if you have some free time in front of your computer just take a visit to the blog and make a click so you can help me somehow with your time. Is not that much but maybe 10 clicks can be a couple of meals or 100 a ticket to the south island. So in some way you are now responsible of my trip. As much money as I have will influence how many places I can go, so as many stories as you will have.
The other issue I wanted to bring is to reward you for your time expended visiting my blog or any of the commercials that you will click on. So I came out with the idea of making you participants of the project letting you decide some parameters as could be: destinations, food, transport, etc. You will probably apart from now see some polls going on the website with some questions about my trip so you can give your opinion and as a democracy the option with more answers win.
To sum up, the project consists in:
-Incomes from advertisement
-You can have decisions in my trip
-I will keep you totally updated about the trip
I hope you like the idea and that you get enrolled, because Click Trip Project it is made thanks to all of you!

I will keep you informed!!


Hola a todos de nuevo, lo primero de todo es agradeceros a todos los que seguís el blog por hacerlo y por vuestros comentarios ya sea por las redes sociales o en el blog.
Este post lo escribo para presentaros la nueva idea que voy a llevar a cabo y de la que quiero haceros participes. La he bautizado “Click Trip Project” y ahora entenderéis porque.

Después de un largo tiempo pensando que voy a hacer en el mes de Julio que tengo libre aquí en Nueva Zelanda, me surgieron muchas dudas sobre dónde ir, como o como conseguir subvención. Mi primera idea fue vivir durante un mes en una granja a cambio de comida y alojamiento pero muchos de vosotros me habéis apoyado para que en lugar de eso viaje y os cuente las historias que salgan de esos viajes así que puse toda esas preguntas juntas y surgió esta idea.

Probablemente os hayáis dado cuenta de que la publicidad hoy en día mueve una gran cantidad de dinero. Muchas de las grandes empresas que funcionan en internet, como por ejemplo Google o Youtube, generan la mayoría de sus ingresos gracias a la publicidad. Es tanta la extensión de la publicidad que cualquier persona puede tener una cuenta de Google ads que te permite poner publicidad en tu web a cambio de un mínimo porcentaje del precio que reciben ellos. Así que pensé que esa sería una buena manera de recaudar dinero para mis viajes y lo mejor de todo que lo único que hace falta es unos pocos minutos para hacer click en uno de los anuncios.
Aun así es todo un reto, ya que por cada click solo te dan entre 5-20 céntimos con lo que voy a necesitar vuestra ayuda. En breve, cuando la cuenta de Google Ads se haya activado completamente, empezareis a ver anuncios en el blog que no tienen mayor intención que la de subvencionar el viaje que realizare en julio. Para este proyecto solo voy a utilizar el dinero que consiga con los anuncios del blog, ya sean 1000€ o 1€, por lo que si ayudáis a propagar y a hacer campaña de clicks o lo agradeceré eternamente además de que lo veréis reflejado en las historias que vaya subiendo.

Como no podía ser de otra forma, os mantendré totalmente informados y como recompensa por vuestro tiempo dedicado a los anuncios he decidido haceros participes del proyecto a todos vosotros. Probablemente os preguntareis como ¿verdad? Periódicamente, pondré en el blog varias opciones sobre algún tema que tenga que decidir, como transporte, lugares que visitar o comida. La respuesta con más votos será la que tenga en cuenta a la hora de realizar el viaje. De esta forma este pequeño gran proyecto lo hacemos entre todos!
En resumen, el proyecto costa de 3 partes
-El viaje se financiara única y exclusivamente con el dinero obtenido del blog
-Podréis tomar algunas decisiones mediante encuestas
-Os mantendré totalmente informados del proyecto en todo momento.
Espero que os guste la idea y que colaboréis con ella ya que CLICK TRIP PROJECT se hace gracias a todos vosotros.
Os mantendré informados!

“Para Adán, el paraíso era donde estaba Eva.” (Mark Twain)

Tras haber recorrido la isla de waiheke en bicicleta lo cual se volvió un poco más complicado de lo que habíamos planeado ya que la isla estaba compuesta por innumerables colinas que parecían no acabar.
La ruta transcurría por carreteras tranquilas que cortaban el paisaje bucólico en el que se encontraban como un pincel el silencio blanco del lienzo. El verde se extendía a ambos lados del camino punteado a veces por los pequeños puntos blancos que eran las ovejas, a veces marrones y negros que resultaban ser las vacas y cortados en la lejanía por el azul del mar.
A veces una tímida playa se postraba a lo largo del camino invitándote a bañarte y disfrutar del paraíso y otras, acantilados te mostraban su autoridad ofreciéndote la vista de la que se disfrutaba desde lo alto de estos.
Todo era perfecto excepto que íbamos en bicicleta, y ese paraíso nos demostró que no iba a ser fácil recorrerlo. Cada ascenso iba precedido de su inmediato descenso y viceversa, con lo que el camino se asemejaba a una montaña rusa. Esto hizo la rutina un poco más cansina de lo que esperábamos pero la belleza del paisaje y la armonía de la que podíamos disfrutar pagaba el déficit que el esfuerzo creaba.
El primer día alcanzamos el este de la isla donde a parte de las nombradas vistas pudimos disfrutar de un enclave para la práctica de escalada sin cuerda “Boulder” en unas rocas que parecían haber caído del cielo como si de lluvia se tratara. Tras la jornada decidimos hacer una clase de yoga durante el atardecer para relajar y acampar en un pequeño bosque que se situaba en la cima de la colina.
A la mañana siguiente volvimos a disfrutar de un no menos impresionante amanecer mientras desayunábamos al refugio del viento tras una de las nombradas rocas. 
De nuevo nos pusimos en camino hacia la batalla contra el desnivel y comenzamos nuestras subidas y bajadas que tras unas cuantas horas de pedaleo nos llevaron a una playa maravillosa en la que disfrutamos de una deliciosa comida, un baño y una siesta. Tras la siesta, otro baño y recolectar algunas almejas frescas de la playa para preparar una cena y encaminarnos de nuevo a la gran ciudad. 
En el camino, antes de llegar al ferri, decidimos hacer una parada para comprar un delicioso helado antes de despedirnos del nombrado enclave. 
Sin duda otra excursión exitosa a los alrededores de Auckland, como no podía ser de otra manera en Nueva Zelanda.

“It seems to me I spent my life in car pools, but you know, that’s how I kept track of what was going on.” (Barbara Bush)

I wrote the Spanish version of my trip and I did not want to be impolite with the English people so I am writing it now in English so you can enjoy it too.
I just finished one of the best experiences of my life. It begun on 7th of April on the way back from a weekend trip when discussing with my friend possible trips in the south island. I was expecting to do this trip in winter so I would have time to save and the whole month to travel but they showed me that maybe many places would be not accessible or very hard to get because of the weather conditions or the amount of snow in the mountains. So I quickly reconsider the trip and decided to do it taking the advantage of the mid semester break, so I will not miss as much class. I started to plan everything and found a cheap flight from Auckland to Christchurch for 126$ with the luggage included. I did not have a tent or a bivouac bag (bivi bag) to get myself covered from the rain so I went to buy one. Finally I decided to get a bivouac because was less weight and easier to transport and to carry it back home.  After buying the plane ticket and the bivi bag I notice that I had expended all the money I had left till the first of May. So my only option was to go to my trip just with the 40$ in cash I had left in my pocket, walking and Hitch hiking.
So I had to plan everything and prepare all my stuff in a bit more than one day. The only big problem was that I had to take all my food for the 14 days I was going to be away in my backpack which made things much heavier.
In order to save weight all my food was dehydrated as rice, mashed potatoes and noodles. I had also cooked 1 egg per day for the whole trip and I had seasoned already the rice so I did not have to bring the spices to the trip. For the breakfast I had oats, tea and lots of sugar. For vitamins I had carrots and apples.
Day 1- Auckland-Christchurch-Arthur’s Pass
So there I was, with my big backpack going into the luggage carousel with the tag of “last bag” as I had to run through the airport to catch the plane. With a smile on my face, the backpack on my back and 30$ in my pocket, I exited the airport. The first thing I needed to was to go buying a gas bottle and some food with the little money I had left. After the shopping my budget was reduced to 10$. I was pretty lucky and Maori guy called Manu, which means bird, gave me a ride even if he had to go in the opposite direction to take me out of the city in order to get better rides. I had no problems with the rides till I pass the last town of the east of the Southern Alps, where I walked a lot without a ride. I was already checking the sides of the road to find a place to crash when I got a ride which brought me just to the place I needed to go, a free campsite in the end of the route I was planning to do the next day. I had some special dinner for the first night as I brought some meat and tomatoes which I could mix with the rice. I could not use the egg I had prepared for that night as a New Zealand parrot called Kea stole it when I was looking in my backpack for some water for cooking.

I got up before the sun and started walking when the sun was burning with its sunshine the marvellous peaks of the Southern Alps. The track was not marked, so it was basically walking up the riverbed which was very rocky. I had to cross the Waimakariri River a couple of times. At this time of the year it is almost dry but still enough water to make it tricky to cross. Probably because I still was a little bit sleepy and I could not think with clarity, I got wet in the first stream I had to cross. I slipped in a rock and my foot went into the water and so I did with the other and I crossed it walking through the water. I kept going and soon I reached the crow river valley where the track was alternating between a wild forest and the rocky riverbed. I was an easy path, sometimes not well marked, that took me to the Crow Hut in about 4 hours, so I was at the hut at roughly 11.30. The only person left in the hut was leaving soon so I will be alone, which was not that bad as I did not had money to pay the hut. Around 12.30 started to pour and it did not stop till the next morning so everything I could do was to light a fire, read some magazines which were in the hut, some yoga, and playing ukulele. Pretty random things! And so I did. The only problem was that the toilet was outside so I had to take a leak from the door of the hut in order to not get wet. Fortunately I had not to go for something bigger.

This was one of the hardest days in my trip and for sure one of the scariest days in my life. The rain stopped just before the sunshine started to illuminate the sky, so I was lucky enough to continue my tramp.  I was exiting the hut at 8.00am and around 8.20am I was at the bottom of a very big scree slope. It was only 1km of distance but had a gradient of 50% as it goes up more than 500m. The route was clearly made to do it in the opposite direction, but as I had no money to stay close to the other end I did it backwards. I started to climb, everything was falling apart and the weight of the backpack did not help to keep my balance. At the beginning the inclination was kind of ok, but a bit before half way it increased considerably and I had to go all the time helping myself with my hands in order to not be another rolling stone downhill. When I was little 200m from the top, I decided to get close to one of the sides as there was not that much looses rocks. Unconsciously I started to climb in the cliff as I was following the path with fewer rocks in the way. After a while I noticed that I was in the cliff about 6m high of the bottom of a small scree slope which ended in another 20m cliff. I was shocked at that very moment. Only 5 meter laterally there was a “safe place” and after thinking in turning around, I determined that was much more difficult. I tried to move, but a couple of times I got myself almost hanging from the cliff due to the rocks falling from my feet. I did not know what to do I was trapped in the cliff and it did not seem to be a very busy route. I was just expecting to fall in my back so the backpack could stop a little bit my fall. After a while I decided to keep going to the safe place, so I climbed very, very slow to not grab one of the falling rocks. I had been climbing a lot before my trip so I felt strong enough to keep going but the backpack was a handicap that I have never had and was disturbing my balance. Finally I could reach the safe edge and take a deep breath before keep going. When I got to the top of the scree slope my heart was pumping hard and my breathing was irregular, and the stunning views did not produce any effect on me till I calmed down. I did it, I survive! I kept going in the path going through the crest of the mountain, now a little more indicated. Once and for all I got to the Avalanche peak were an amazing view delighted me in exchange of the effort done. The way back was not less hard as I had to hurry to try to get to the road soon enough to get a ride to my next destination, Mt Cook. Unfortunately I was not lucky that afternoon and fact that there are no close towns to the village did not help so after 3 hours in the shoulder of the road without getting a ride, I decided to walk back the 10 km that there was from where I was till the free campsite I stayed the night before. This night I was aware about the Keas so I filled my pockets with rocks and let them know that there was no food for them today. They gave up after a few tries to get close end went to bother other campers, so I was happy. The night came and the impressive view of the stars made me sleep so well after the tough day.

Day 4- Arthur’s Pass-Lake Pukaki
I woke up pretty early, so I could walk if I did not get a ride as the day before I was not so lucky. Surprisingly I got a ride with the first car that passed by. The man was a former motorbike gangster who told me some interesting stories about how he could leave the band 30 years ago and not get killed as would have been now a day. He also told me about the jail and gave me some useful tips for life. After a couple of rides from where the gangster a guy who was going from Christchurch to Dunedin for an epic party, apparently 10.000 students in the street. He left me in the shoulder of the junction with the road I had to take to follow my direction with a beer in my hand. I started to walk in my direction in a not very busy road so walked for a while until a man picked me up. He was a dairy farmer, and we had a very nice chat about ourselves. When he dropped me off he told me that apart from dairy farmer he was the Chancellor of the Lincoln University and he offered me money. I refused it as I normally only accept food and drinks but he really insisted so I accepted the 60$ he was giving me (In life you have to be honest but not stupid!). As I knew that I will not have money till first of May and still had to survive in Auckland after I finished my trip I put the money in a “safe pocket” to not expend it. So I thanked him so much and kept going in my way. My plan had changed as in the summit of the Avalanche Peak, a German guy I meet at the top told me to go to a nice spot in Lake Pukaki rather than Lake Tekapo that is the one I had planned. I spend a couple of hours at Lake Tekapo and even if it was a very beautiful place, I decided to keep going to the next one, Lake Pukaki. An old man of 76 years old gave me a ride this time; he was a former climber and guide to go to the top of Mt Cook, the highest peak in New Zealand. He offered me to drive me to my next destination, Mt Cook Village, but I declined it as I was very curious about the very nice spot the German guy told me, and the views were already stunning. The German guy was totally correct, the views from the free campsite were amazing, a beautiful blue lake due to the sediments enclosed in the ice of the glacier which fills the lake, and the highest peak of New Zealand reflecting at the bottom of the lake. All of that was companied with an incredible sunset, and a better star spangled sky!

Day 5- Lake Pukaki-Mueller’s hut-Queenstown
As the night before I woke up with an impressive view of the Mt cook. At 7:00am I was already walking in the road heading Mt Cook Village. I was pretty lucky and just arrive to the junction of the road going there I got picked up by one of the pilots of one of those companies that flies to the glacier and land on it. We had a nice chat and he gave me some tips about the weather and explained me that was getting worst that afternoon. He dropped me just at the beginning of my next route the Muller’s hut.  In the car park I found a dollar! So I started to go up through the around 1800 steps that there is to the top. It took me 2.20h again gaining time to the statistics. When I got to the top I could contemplate the marvellous views from the top where you can see the Lake Pukaki valley, some glaciers and of course the impressive Mt Cook, looking after the Southern Alps. Again the Way back was really tough and the weather was changing. It started to get really, really windy. In the way back I met again the man who gave me a ride the night before, The 76 year old guide. He offered me to give me a ride to a small town in my way to Queenstown and also gave me a couple of beers and a bottle of wine, as he had to take all the things left from a birthday party he had been the night before. There I was again, in the shoulder of the road with my thumb up waiting for the next ride. A very kind American guy, who is working in Afghanistan   gave me the ride to Queenstown and in the way we picked up another two hitch hikers one of them invite me diner in exchange of one of the beers, pretty nice deal. Because they were back from the epic party and were so tired did not want to go out for a while so I hid my backpack in a holiday park I had gate-crashed and went to town with the American guy and the bottle of wine that I had left. We hit a couple of bars till we found one we liked and stayed there for a while. The American guy invited me to pitcher of beer, and we were playing some games and dancing with mostly foreign girls. I went back to the place I have spotted to sleep, a little bit of grass between two trees and two apartments buildings. As the place looked very sheltered and the sky was pretty clear, and I was tired and tipsy, I did not use the bivi bag. That night I felt sleep pretty easily.

Day 6- Queenstown-Routeburn Track
I did not need an alarm that morning as I woke up with the rain hitting my face and feeling cold and wet. Unfortunately, it rained and my sleeping bag got so wet. It was already 7.30 and there was light enough for people to see me sleeping like a homeless in the holiday park so I packed all my things pretty quick except for the sleeping bag that I needed to dry, so I bought a token for the dryer which cost me 4$ for only 30 min, That left me with “only” 5$. I paid expensively for my mistake. I hit the road again, this time pretty late as I had to wait for the sleeping bag to dry a little bit. In 3 rides and about 10km of walking I got to arrive to the beginning of the Routeburn Track. It was 12.30pm very late to start a tramp but I had no choice so I started the Track. It starts in a jungle forest and follows the river upstream through the whole valley. Nice swinging bridges cross the multiple streams that go into the river. As I was already late for the day and because I had no money to pay the huts or the campsites, I had planned to stay in the middle of the track and either use the Harris saddle hut or look for some bivouac rocks that a woman who picked me up recommended me. When I was leaving Routeburn Falls Hut, a Warden from the DOC (Department of Conservation) stopped me in the track and asked me for the ticket for the hut. As I did not have any and did explain him my situation expecting some understanding, he told me that the next free campsite was in Lake Howden Hut about 20km from where I was and it was already 3.00pm. He alerted me not to sleep in the emergency shelter as he was going to check it and that he was calling the warden in Lake Mackenzie to check if he arrive or not. Such a stupid man! So I had no choice, I had to try to walk all the way to pass Lake Mackenzie Hut. In a little more than 3 hours I was already at around Lake Mackenzie hut where I found a nice bivouac rock to sleep. I was already dark and I could not switch on my head lamp as I did not want to attract attention from the wardens in the hut so I just did everything without light, prepared my food and waited till it got really dark to set up my camp. That night I slept a little bit worried about the wardens checking the place.

Day 7- Routeburn track– Te Anau- Kepler Track
Normally I woke up before the sunrise but this day I woke up a little bit earlier just to walk in the dark passing by the hut. I was lucky and nobody saw me so I kept going to the Howden Hut where I stopped to have breakfast and prepare a tea. As it was pretty early and I had time enough I decided to go up to Key Summit where I could contemplate the beautiful landscape of the fjord and some of the Southern Alps Peaks. The Trip to Te Anau was very nice as the man who picked me up was friendly and we had a good chat. I told him about my trip and he told me about how he taught his dog to be a rescue dog. He also gave me a couple of apples! I was expecting to find a free place to sleep in Te Anau but unfortunately when I went to the visitor centre there was no free camping and was prohibited to camp anywhere around the town or the beginning of the track. So again I had no place to sleep. As it was early in the day and I was missing meat so much I decided to go to the supermarket where I bought packed ham and some bread so I could have some proteins. I walked nicely around the lake all the way to the track start. I decided to camp hidden from the track close to the first campsite of the track, about 5 km from the start. I hide between the bushes in the beach in a very nice spot with lake views. When I was just about to start setting up my camp, I saw a DOC boat patrolling the beach so I quickly put everything in my backpack and this on the bushes and taking advantage of my dark clothes I pretend to be a rock so they could not see me. The boat took about 15 min to check the beach and so I was a rock, but the sandflies were biting me all over the uncovered spots of my body, my ankles, my wrist and hands and my face, taking advantage of my rock emulation. Finally they left the beach without knowing that I was there and I could set up my camp and get into the sleeping bag closing it to the top to avoid insect to bite me!
No doubt the hardest day physically! After the Routeburn Track I noticed that was not going to be as easy to sleep in the emergency shelters that there where in the track so I decided to go directly from Brod Bay, where I was, till Shallow Bay in the other lake, 42km away. It was going to be a hard day but I will avoid paying in the huts or in the campgrounds and also from getting caught in the emergency shelters. In order to not be suspicious if got too early to the first hut, I calculated the time to be there in a time that seems reasonable to have been done in the day. I left Brod Bay at 6.30am, so if they ask me, I could say I left at 5.30 from the parking. I arrived to the first hut, around 9.30, made a coffee with a lot of sugar in order to have energy and took a good breakfast. After 20 min of rest I kept going uphill as I could not lose much more time if I wanted to arrive in time to Shallow Bay. It was very cloudy and foggy with not much visibility but finally I crossed the clouds limit and the day was very clear, I was above the clouds. It looked like the clouds were the sea and all the peaks and mountains that were breaking through it seemed to be islands. For one moment I felt like one of the Greek gods in Mount Olympus. After a while in the top of Mt Luxmore I had to move due to my lack of time. The rocky landscape converted back again in the jungle after I got lower than 1200m where the tree line is. At 2.00pm I got to hit the second hut, Iris Burn Hut. Everything was going good but I was starting to feel exhausted. The signpost in the hut was indication 6 hours to the next hut that was close to where the free campsite was, but I needed to do it in four as around 6.30pm it gets dark. So I started walking fast in order to achieve the goal, get there by 6.30pm. Around 4.00pm my feet were totally destroyed, a huge pain was invading my body but my mind still had the control of my body so I had to keep going, I was a little depressed because I expected to get to Rocky Point Shelter, which was in the middle of the way by 4.00pm. I took a 20 min rest to grab some food because I had not eaten anything since 12.30pm and I kept going. Surprisingly the Rocky Point Shelter was 300m far from the point where I had stopped. My moral was mended so I restore my fast rhythm to get to Shallow Bay before it got really dark. At 6.05pm I was already at the last hut, Moturau Hut and the hoped signpost was there reminding me that I still needed to keep going for 35 more minutes, but I was so happy that my body did not hurt anymore, I was that happy that in some moment I just wanted to run all the way just to get there and have that moment I had been waiting so bad to happen, the finish of the journey. By the campsite there was also a basic hut. I check if there was anybody sleeping inside and also the visitors book to check how often the warden came to the hut. I was lucky and also was the middle of the week and the warden will not come till Friday so I was able to stay in the hut without paying. I rest sitting for half an hour and when I tried to stand up my feet were not responding, they had too much for the day so I had to move crawling within the room to prepare my dinner and to start a fire, which was nice to finish drying the sleeping bag. That night I sleep so well!

Day 9- Kepler Track- Invercargill- Fortrose
That morning I was not in a hurry at all so I woke up late made a fire in the beach and had a nice breakfast. I was by the lake and there was some special soap to stop spreading a kind of bacteria from both Islands, so I used it as a gel and had a bath by the lake. There were also two really big tents in the campsite, the only two in there. I saw them the night before but I did not pay much attention, but now I was rested, my curiosity was bigger too so I asked if there was somebody. Nobody answered and the tent seemed abandoned so I open one to check. In the first one there was nothing inside, in the second one there was a very big kitchen set up and some food left. I looked around and picked some minor stuff as cheese 2 cereal bars and mandarins, just enough to complete my diet a little bit and respect the people food. I walked so quietly that morning, it was the first time in the trip that I spent the same amount of time that the one indicated in the signs, even a little bit more. I had finished all my tracks for the trip, now was mainly road and seaside. I got a ride back to Te Anau and another one from Te Anau directly to Invercargill. The man was a hunter and told me that he had to stop to make a couple of jobs before heading to Invercargill. I was not in a rush so I accepted. We stopped in a diary farm and while he was tinting one window to avoid some kind of light reflecting in a camera, I was outside watching how 1000 cows entered in the installations to get rid of their milk. I was so amazed how much milk they can produce in this kind of farms. The man dropped me at the junction of Fortrose road and gave me some fresh venison from his trophy.  From there I got another ride all the way to Fortrose where I was delighted with a marvelous sunset.

Day 10 Fortrose- Nugget Point
Something woke me up, was the raining hitting the bivouac bag. Fortunately I had it this time. I waited a little bit for the rain to easy off in order to pack all my stuff and leave without getting so wet. Luckily it stopped during ten minutes, time enough to get up and pack all my things. It was a very bad day, rainy and cold, but I had to keep going so I started to walk in the shoulder as usual.  I got a ride which took me to the next town in the road where I had breakfast and some tea, covered in a bus stop. I waited a little bit to dry before going again under the rain. In another ride I was in Waikawa the closest town to Curio Bay where I would be able to see penguins and dolphins in the beach. I started to walk the 5km from Waikawa to Curio bay after a while waiting for the rain to easy off. In the middle of the way I met a Japanese girl in her bike. She had been touring with her bike for the last 3 months. She told me that there was nothing at curio bay because of the meteorological conditions so I decided not to go and keep going to the next place where I could see penguins, seals and sea lions. I got a couple of cookies from the Japanese girl, we exchange information because she was coming to Auckland and I followed my way to nugget point. There were not so much cars but I was pretty lucky and I get two rides, the second one took me directly to Nugget point even through the 6 km gravel road which leads you to the lighthouse. Even the weather was not good the landscape was impressive. The wind, which was blowing really fast, making difficult even to stand up, so after a few minutes I went back to the place where you could watch penguins just 5 min walking from the car park close to the lighthouse. There was a shed to watch the penguins as they are very shy which was the perfect shelter for me to stay on that night as the weather was really bad and it is always better to sleep dry. People started to arrive around 4.00pm when the penguins come back from fishing in to the beach to get to their nests. A very friendly young couple from England arrived and we were chatting while observing the penguins jump from rock to rock. After refusing sometimes their invitation to offer me 3 dollars to pick me to a campsite with them and then a ride to Dunedin the next day I accepted as I was not sure if they will check the shelter for observing the penguins. In the campground the owner, which was so kind, let me sleep in a shed that was under construction, so I could sleep dry. I had dinner with the English couple and I shared my venison which led to a delightful food. They had a camper van with a bed inside and a small kitchen in the back so after dinner we went inside to watch a movie. That night I had a really nice rest!

Day 11- Nugget Point- Dunedin
The next day they invite us to a wonderful English breakfast and we get on the road. The owner of the campsite also advised us to go to Cannibal Bay, where we will be able to see elephant seals. The weather was still cold, windy and rainy but we arrived to Cannibal Bay where we saw seals and sea lions but not elephant seals. Anyway we kept our way to Dunedin. When we got there we realize that there were not much to do so they ask me to stay with them as they will keep going to Christchurch I did not want to bother them but they insisted so I accepted, I will have company and a ride for the next day. We did some shopping in Dunedin and camp in a campsite outside of the city in the way to Christchurch. It was raining outside and I have already looked for a nice place to sleep under a tree and between the bushes that will cover me so good, but again, so kind of them, they invited me to sleep inside the van, in the front part where the seats are. I did refuse again till they insisted a little. So we had dinner together and watch another movie. That night was not as comfortable as the previous one but at least I was dry.
Day 12- Dunedin- Winchester
We were getting along so well and did a good team so now they asked me for my opinion and whether I wanted to stop in a place or not. I did not want to change their plans so I was always up to everything they propose. We went to Timaru, a city half way between Dunedin and Christchurch. There we did some shopping, fixed the fuses of the car that broke due to an overload, and visit the local museum. Also in the visitor centre they advised us to go to a free campsite an hour away from Christchurch. As I did not have anything to do because I had seen everything I planned, I agree to stay with them another night, and I could get a ride for the next day too. The weather was really bad but we decided to make a fire to get ourselves warm. Luckily I had my survival knife so we started to chop some branches. A man who was walking his dog saw us and came back few minutes later with a box full of dry wood so we could start the fire easily. We had a great night, chatting by the fire and again they asked me to sleep in the van. This night I had already the posture pretty much known so I slept so much better.
Day 13- Winchester- Lake Pukaki
Apparently they were not in a rush so I was not either. They decided to go to Lake Pukaki as they missed that and they did not want to come back because they were going to Christchurch to work to earn a little bit of money before going to Australia for the ski season. As I did not have a place to stay in Christchurch and people told me that there was not much to see due to the earthquake, I decided to go with them and guide them to the very nice spot that the German guy had told me. We got there pretty soon, around 12.00pm but the day was not so good. Too many clouds to see the beauty of that place. As they had check the weather report and was suppose to be sunny in the next morning, we decided to stay there for the night. We did not have anything to do so we started a fire and sit around even when it was raining for almost 12 hours. We were just waiting for the next day to come with the good weather just to see the stoning views.
Day 14- Lake Pukaki- Christchurch
The day woke up still a little bit cloudy but started to clear pretty fast so they could see the wonderful landscape and I could enjoy it one more time. I think I will never get tired of the beauty of that place. So we were heading finally to Christchurch. It took us about 4 hours to get from Lake Pukaki to Christchurch. When we got there we were able to see the truth of all of those scary stories that people told us about the earthquake. You could feel it in the environment, the desolation of the whole city, gravel piles, closed roads, empty buildings cracks in the roads and all kind of damage you can imagine from a very bad and strong earthquake. We went to the information office where we said goodbye and exchange the contact information. There were a very nice couple, so kind and helpful, Thank you! I asked in the information point for all the free activities in the city but as I expected there was not much. Anyway was enough to keep me entertained for the afternoon before going to the airport to expend the night there. I meet a Spanish guy outside the office who was in his honey moon, we chat for a while exchanging our stories and points of view of the country, which were very different.  I went to the museum which was free and surprisingly the building haven’t been damage (or at least apparently). There was a very interesting exhibition of the Antarctic, how was discovered and all the improvement in the techniques. After that I wander around the central mall in the “ground Cero” which was built with shipping containers. Very impressive how the people get so creative to solve problems in hard moments. The wife of the Spanish guy I met in the information point saw me there and offer me money that I refused, but she really insisted to take 5 dollars just to get to the airport, which I finally took. We chat for a while and then she left. I went also to a place which was a bar, exhibition, and concert place at the same which was built with wooden “pallets”. I hanged around the commercial mall which was mostly the only thing around the centre and I had my last dinner there. A mix with all the things left was my menu. I do not know if it was because I was really starving but it tasted really good to me, almost a gourmet meal. With the apple I had left and the flavour of the noodles I did a sauce where I fried the last carrot, and then boiled the rice and the carrot with the sauce, everything together. When the rice was ready I just add the noodles and after these were cooked the mashed potatoes which took the flavour of all the sauce and the spices from the rice. All of this was topped with my last hardboiled egg. Simply delicious!
I took then the bus to the airport and get off one stop before in order to not pay the special rate they have for it and also to stop at McDonalds where I spend all my coins left in 60cent Ice creams. I walked back to the airport where I camped one last time.

Day 15- Christchurch- Auckland

This morning I woke up a little bit rebellious as nobody ask me for my passport or any document in the way there. So I decided to check the security of the airports in New Zealand. I woke up and prepare the stove and start toasting the last 2 bread slices in my pot. Even with the characteristic smell from toast nobody tell me anything about cooking inside the terminal. I was surprised so I decided to go a little bit more in deep in my research and I placed the gas bottle inside the bag in order to see if they will check and remove the dangerous artifact. I leaved it easy to take it so they do not have to mess so much with my stuff. Guess what happened, the gas bottle was intact when I arrived to Auckland. A smile of success and happiness was draw in my face, I had one more very exciting story to tell my future kids, and the most important, I had survived and had a very good time. I have to thank to everyone who helped me to achieve all my goals in this trip and to share your time and stories with me.
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart!

Approximate data from the trip
Total Distance
2170km (1348 miles)
Walked Distance
170km (106 miles)
Walked in tracks and paths
127km (79 miles)
Walked in shoulders
43km (27 miles)
15 days (328 hours)
Money invested
43 NZ$

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