Anywho, so after Jim and Marcia's for that one night, we were off to Auckland to stay with Keri Dias, a girl from Smithers who now lives here. That night we went on an international pub crawl, 4 bars, 4 drinks, for $10. It was a lot of fun and quite the way to break Auckland in; there were games they put on, much drinking and dancing, and in the group of us that went, we had a bucket list for the night that involved things like getting peoples' numbers and writing them on our bodies or getting drinks bought for you. I, in true Cavallin fashion, crossed off quite a few of the tasks, and I am pretty sure I won! Not surprisingly, we spent Friday hungover.
Saturday was the first Semi Final, between France and Wales. Ann and I painted our faces, or rather I painted our faces, saying WALES across our cheeks, each letter in the colour of the Welsh flag. I shall just say there's always a problem when you paint your face looking into a mirror... The atmosphere on the way to the match was good, though during was a bit boring as our section wasn't very cheery, and they stopped selling beer at 10:30, wtf?! That's okay, I got a yummy hamburger and took many ketchups and some tartar sauce from the canteen. Hey, I'm a backpacker, and it was free. Plus the lady at the till thought it was hilarious. The Welsh unfortunately didn't pull through, but ah well, can't do much for that, stupid French, you can blame 'em for everything! :P
Afterwards, we went out with Terrence, an Irishman we met in Raglan, and a met up with a bunch of other Raglan people at this bar called Degree. It was pretty happening, so we stayed there for the entire night, Ann calling 'er a night earlier than I (who knew I was such a party animal?), and me eventually sneaking away with this hombres awesome tophat! It's black with a white fern, but it's a legitimate fabric tophat. Score! There was a group of dudes dressed in black jackets and these hats, most of them super wasted, so I used my ninja skills and got it off one of the guys, who then found another one by the end of the night, so I just kept it. They probably brought extras because they're such legit kit, you could never have too many AB hats! I ended my night around 5am that night, and basically spent all of Sunday in bed/being a bum before heading down to the Fanzone at Cooks Wharf to watch the AB-Australia semi around 7ish. It filled up by 8, the game started at 9; it was pretty packed. It was amazing when the All Blacks scored, EVERYBODY jumped up and started screaming/cheering and hugging and high fiving. Ann and I went out afterwards, back to Degree, but it was wayyy too crowded, so we decided to make the ridiculously long walk to the Ponsonby district to meet up with our Wellington friend, Michael, and his brother. It took us about an hour, we both considered going back, but stuck it out, which was good because it was a reletively decent night. The bar was cool, good vibe, and the drinks good and legitimately made; none of this shot of x, press the button for the mix crap; the bartender took lemon, mashed it with a pestal in the glass, added ice, then shot, then mix, then sugar (?), then garnish and straw. Legit.
Monday saw us meet up with Terrence, whom had decided he also wanted to head up to Northland and Bay of Islands to scuba dive, so we rented a car, Irma. Oh man, driving on the left side of the road is a bit of a headache, honestly I felt like I was learning to drive all over again! Basically, I'd try to turn on the turn signal, but instead would get the windshield wiper! At least the gas pedal was on the same side as back home... Terrence knew i was a bit nervous of driving, so he drove us all the way to Paihia, which was a super windy drive. I'm just going to say it because it has to be said, but their road engineers are terrible over here! Also, their speed limits are ridiculous! They change very frequently, so as soon as you've sped up, you have to slow down, and then as soon as you slow down, you have to speed up -_-. Eugh!
Anywho, so we got up to Paihia, a super nice and chilled out town for the week. On Tuesday, we went up to Cape Reinga, the northernmost point in New Zealand. It's quite beautiful with the lighthouse and you can see where the Tasman Sea and Pacific Ocean merge, although I honestly thought the wind was going to blow me away! Pictures are on their way, although Ann has posted some on her Facebook. After we had our fill of the Cape, we went sandboarding on this massive dune! 90 Mile Beach was somewhere in the vicinity, which is actually only about 70 miles long and famous for it's sand dunes, but we never got there. It was a bit of a hike to the top of the dune, this thing was huuuge! And at the top, it was a bit gulp!-enducing. My first run was hilarious, I ended up falling off the boogie board about halfway down and rolled, rather ungracefully (my MO, it seems), all the way to the bottom. It was fun, and funny to watch I'm sure, sand got EVERYWHERE- my mouth, ears, eyes, nose etc.- but I got up and did another run, albiet slowing myself down with my feet quite a bit. We called 'er a day soon after, and barely made it back to civilization as poor Irma was running on fumes, but thankfully we were able to eek it to a gas station, and back to Paihia.
Wednesday, Ann and I just hung out in Paihia, poked around a local market that had been set up for the cruise ship patrons that were in town for the day and explored. That night, we went out for dinner for the first time, aside from buying drunk McDonalds or what have you, to a rib place. Yum! Of course, not as good as home, but it was such a good meal: a big plate of ribs, a platter of assorted finger foods ie. kebabs, battered fish, wings, samosas, two drinks each, dessert, and a glass of port (ooo la de dah! :p). Talk about thoroughly satisfied! Thursday, Ann and I took a boat tour around the Bay of Islands, over the course of which we learned some of the history of the area- it's where white man first established a colony, where NZ's first capital was, and the first white man was born in NZ. We got to see dolphins, so cool!, and the Hole in the Rock, which is a tunnel through an island that's the last bit of land before the Pacific Ocean. That was neat, we also saw some interesting lava flows- straight up and down- which got me thinking about rocks, damn you geology! That night, Ann and I made a large pot of sangria, which I more or less drank half of, and as a result, was rather witty and hilarious; "As a backpacker, sangria kills two birds with one stone: you get drunk, and you don't get scurvy!" We went out to a sports bar for karioki and rocked the house down! The next morning, however, I did not feel like such a rockstar...
We had planned to go see the Kaori Forest and the Father of the Forest, the oldest tree in NZ, approximately 120km away in the morning, but didn't really get on the road until about 1. It was a great day for a drive, even if the roads are super windy and annoying to drive on. As it turns out, we couldn't find it. The forest wasn't very well marked, there might have been two of them or something, and we wanted to be back to watch the bronze final at 8/8:30, so we said "Screw it!" and drove back to Paihia, stopping for 1/2 an hour at some natural hot pools, perfect for my tired little body. We watched the game at a bar across the street, then headed to bed for an earlyish start the next morning to get back to Auckland.
Saturday night was tame, didn't go out in preparation for Sunday night and the Rugby World Cup 2011 Final, which was INTENSE! I seriously considered splurging for a ticket, but thought the better of it thankfully, and predrank at Keri's- I am the facepainting master, apparently- then went to a fanzone down the street. It was the most amazing thing when NZ scored, EVERYBODY got up screaming and shouting and hugging. The last ten minutes were so incredibly quiet and tense, but oh man, when the end whistle blew, to see the tears of joy down some Kiwi's faces and the general jovial atmosphere, the cheering, hooting, hollernig, "ALLLLLLL BLAAAAAAACKS!", high fives, smiles, laughter, everything, it was AMAZING. Of course, we went out and got liquored, had a great time, stayed out 'til the cows came home, and were super tired and hungover, but happy, the next day.
We had thought to leave on Monday, but that didn't happen due to our state, and so spent the night in Auckland again [partying], this time on a yacht, as one of Ann's hostel roomies from Wellington had made some sweet as connections the week before! First time I've ever been on a boat like that, man it was cool! I wished we could have sailed it, but then that was probably not the greatest of ideas. Tuesday, we got out of Auckland and headed to Rotorua. Once there I discovered I had left my wallet at Keri's house (damnit!), but thankfully I still had my passport and a decent amount of cash. Wednesday saw us go ZORBing, which is basically rolling down a hill in a hamster ball, adding water to the mix if you like. Only a Kiwi would think of such a thing! On top of being so much fun, it was a bit special to me because in departures, thebesttvshowintheworldthatIcouldgoonforeverandeverandeverabout, they go ZORBing at the same place. On Thursday, we went to a place called Paradise Valley, which is a nature reserve, only slightly more bad ass because there are [native New Zealand] lions there! Ha who ever would have thought that my first encounter with the large cats would be in NZ? We got to pet the cubs, and then watch the adult ones feed- their roar is scary, and super loud! That night, we went to a hangi (Maori feast, where food is cooked in the ground) and Maori concert. The food was delicious, I loooove mussles!, though because of a gas leak we weren't able to see the hangi :(. There were a bunch of people at our table, a few from OZ, a couple from Spain on their honeymoon, and a British guy. We had good conversation and a few laughs during dinner. The concert was cool, they had such beautiful voices, and they did poi and at one point, got some ladies up to try it, and some men up to haka. After, it was back to the hostel to get our stuff as Ann was headed to Taupo (toe-poe) and I, back to Auckland to grab my wallet and some other stuff we had forgotten.
Friday was a long, long, looooong day, spent mostly on the bus. I left Rotorua at 8:30 am, got into Auckland at 12:15, caught a cab to Keri's to grab my stuff, and was back on the 12:45 bus to Taupo, which arrived at 5:45. -_-. I slept much of the way, but of course, it's never a restful sleep on a bus, so I was pretty blah for the rest of the night. The next day, with two other people from our hostel, we went sailing! I got to get a bit hands on, hoisting a sail and helping to jibe (move the back sail from one side to the other), and even manning the helm for a bit! It pretty much confirmed to me that I definitely want to get more experience on a sailboat. We sailed out to this big Maori carving which is actually only 30 years old, a gift to the people of Taupo from two Maori brothers. It's a beautiful piece of art. After, we went to Burger Fuel, an amazing burger joint, for some post-sailing munchies, then back to the hostel to hangout, playing two games of RISK (which me, being a ninja, I totally kicked ass at!) inturrupted by a very difficult game of Trivial Pursuit- the Canadian version is hard enough, but the New Zealand version?! It's tough. After I conquered most of the world, but alas due to Mission Cards didn't secure the win, we called 'er a night, Ann and I planning on catching the bus back to Wellington so we can get to the South Island ASAP!
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