Portland

Hello people,

Not long now till Simone and I will be home safe and sound. Our next stop in the US was Portland, it a nice place but not too much to do. When we arrived at the hostel in Hawthorne a trendy suburb just outside of the centre (downtown), we sorted our room out and checked out the activities in the area. The hostel we stayed at was really nice, very homely and friendly staff. Not to mention free bagels and other baked goods all day everyday – oh yes. The afternoon in this new town we spent the time leisurely taking our time around the quirky little shops around Hawthorne. It was nice to see some independent stores rather than just visiting the chain stores that have plagued us around the whole of the US. The small shops don’t seem to have a chance here, its just maximum profit or bust. So the big stores use economies of scale and just screw the little guys over. This is something I really hope the UK doesn’t change to – that would be killer. We visited the dollar scholar (pound store equivalent), the cat’s meow (anything to do with cats – only), jewellery shops and clothes shops. Bought a few nice things to take home with us then made our way back to the hostel. That evening we spent the time cooking/eating some dinner (our classic chili concoction – including anything you could put into a chilli and more) and then later on everyone in the hostel was going out for some pool and beers at a local bar. I went out with 5 others from the hostel. The bar/pool & snooker room we went to was very cool indeed. The ceiling must have been a good 40feet high, so high, maybe the highest pool hall in the world – not sure, but it was very high. On the end wall they have had a painting which covers the majority of the wall (very detailed) then on the adjacent wall behind the bar they have a painting which was of the Taj Mahal and it was painted on to cloth (this also covering the most part of the wall) – both amazing. The guy who took us there paid for the table so long as I would teach him how to play snooker. So we played and I taught – and both had fun (1 game won apiece at the end). I had some very fine beers and ales in Portland. Portland has the most micro-breweries (independent small breweries) per square mile in the whole of the US, so plenty of choice of many fine beers to try – yum yum.

The next morning we spent a lot of time messing around with wondering what we would be doing that day and didn’t end up leaving the hostel till late, leaving us not much time to fit much in. So we just went into town and went to the cinema to watch a film. We watched grindhouse the new Tarentino/Rodriguez double bill blockbuster. Full of all the usual gore, great filmatography and originality you would expect from these two directing masterminds. After the cinema we decided to just take the bus back to the hostel dropping off in Safeways on the way. There we bought some beautiful steak, pepper sauce and veggies for our evening meal. Oh yes –that’s the good stuff!

The morning after we traveled on the excellent public transport system up to Washington Park for a hike around the park; catching lovely views of the city, relaxing, visiting the rose garden (where there were no flowers in bloom at all) and eye-ing up the unbelievable size of the redwood trees – crazy tall!! After spending some time walking around the mighty park we headed back to town to check out a book store that was one block wide by one block long (huge), didn’t find anything to buy so we left for some food. We picked up a slice of pizza (again huge – as everything is in the US) and one of those fine micro brewery beers. Back at the hostel we decided to go to the pool hall again for some pool and yep you guessed it some of that fine beer.

Forgot to mention above that earlier that morning we had been to see the smallest park in the world and the photo is here it is to prove it!

The next day was spent sorting ourselves out and staying dry (due to heavy rain all day). That afternoon we left and headed out to Seattle for our next stop in our tremendous journey...

San Francisco

San Francisco is definitely one of my favourite cities in America. We arrived from an overnight bus at 5:30 and got a taxi to the hostel which was ace. It had free internet and the best free breakfast of bagels and coffee. When we eventually checked in to our room we fell asleep straight away as we were sp tired. For lunch we wandered in to china and found a cheap place to eat and looked around. We walked in to town and stopped at The Cheesecake Factory to get 2 massive pieces of cheese cake. Elliott got chocolate peanut better and I got chocolate brownie cheese cake with chocolate and almond sauce – ummm! We walked further in to town and got the cable car – the only one of its kind in the world, and got dropped off at the docks. San Fran is hilly to the extreme and it’s a mission to walk around. We had a look around the piers and then headed home, passing by the crookedest road in the world. That evening we bumped in to Steve – we had met in Fiji and Mitch –we had met Los Vegas, so decided to go out for a drink. We were surprised to find that last orders are early even on a Saturday night. We ended to just staying at the hostel playing pool.

The next day we agreed to meet our room mates that had just moved out in a local park for some football. From the park you could see the golden gate bridge which was nice. They then dropped us up a windy hill to Coit tower, which is the highest point on the skyline, where you got great views of not only the city and the docks, but also Alcatraz. We walked back down the hill and in to china town for some late lunch. One of the guys and Elliott went around some of the Chinese stalls to find dinner. That night the hostel put on a live music night, which was made up of the hostels talent – and was surprisingly good.

We planned to go to the aquarium the next day, booking our tickets to Alcatraz on the way. Ever since we started scuba diving we’ve definitely become more interested in fish. It was cool, 2 walk through tanks with plenty of sharks and rays, and a tank to touch the fish. For lunch I got the famous clam chowder – it tastes a lot like fishy mushroom soup served in a bowl made out of bread, but tasted really good. We checked out the sea lions on pier 39 and walked back to get to the hostel to get there in good time for the free dinner! We chilled out in the free sauna and got some lovely pasta and salad. By far the healthiest food we had eaten in America. I can see why they have such a problem here – fast food is absolutely everywhere and is so cheap.

Our last morning we pack our stuff up and went to the dock for our Alcatraz tour. You got a 20 min boat and you were there. There was an audio tour round the cell block where all the prisoners were kept – it looked pretty nasty. Then you could wander around the grounds and we went to a talk about the escapees and found there out there was actually one person, who made it make to the main land, but he was so exhausted, the police re-captured him as he reached the shore – harsh! It was really cool and interesting. Back on the main land we bought some nice fruit real cheap – some amazing mangos and star fruit, and headed to the greyhound to start the long journey to Portland.

Las Vegas

Hi there from Sin City,

Next stop in the USA was the entertainment capital of the world – Las Vegas. We arrived on the usual mode of transport (Greyhound), took a walk through the old Vegas strip (The Fremont experience) and got the deuce (a bus we got to know a lot better). After sorting our hostel out we went to the shop to buy some stuff for our stay. We had dinner and headed straight out on the strip for a bit of sinful activities. We took the deuce down to the recommended Treasure Island, got off and went inside our first Vegas casino. We just started out lightly on the cheap slots – looking for our first free drinks. After playing a few slots costing no more than $2 between us we got some drinks ordered (JD/coke and vodka/lemonade)and then Simone went earned 17$ from the slots. So we cashed up and left hopefully catching the Treasure Island show. But we found out that it had been canceled. In fact we went to this show 3 times more to watch it but each time the wind ws too strong for the actors to play the outdoor show. Total shame as we had been told by various people that this show was the best free show to see on the strip. Not too worry we forgot about it soon enough once we had found some nice cheap/fun gambling in Casino Royal (Roulette). After playing for a while we cashed in even and moved on to another cheap casino. The next one was Bills – there I won $70 take home (well actually was more than that up but bet it stupidly – was fun though :) ). Simone left the evening $20 up I think, so on the whole good night had by all. Together we must have polished off a good 8 drinks each including some lovely cocktails – result – free drinks and up on money.

Early the next morning we got up and ready for our first day tour in the US and what a tour to get up to – the Grand Canyon, Hoover dam and Route 66. After collecting all the day trippers from their fancy resorts/casinos we left for the first of 2, 4 hour journeys. Within an hour and half we got to the Hoover dam. Wow-a-wee-a, a pretty big dam for sure, much bigger than I expected, what a marvellous piece of engineering. We stopped for lunch on route 66 – which was awesome, one of the best sangers I have ever tasted (so many fillings/flavours). Finally we got there at around 2pm and got 2 hours to walk to the pick up point some 4km along the Grand Canyon. In our group there were 3 Aussies, a crazy Spanish girl called Marta and the 2 of us. Mitch and I made a pact to walk up to the edge with our heads down so to get the full impact of the splendour and what a splendour it was. Absolutely unreal looking out over the top of it all, I can see why they call it one of the natural wonders of the world. We took our time walking along the ridge edge, enjoying every view of the wonder. We were all having photos of each other and the canyon and then the crazy Spaniard thought it would be good to get a photo pose right on the edge of canyon, doing some dancing and yoga standing on one foot while lifting the other foot up to her head (crazy, as we had all been told people die falling off every month). On the way to the pick up point it started snowing, it gradually got worse as we continued and by the end you couldn’t see the canyon properly so we got there just at the right time. After reaching the pick up point a little early than arranged, we decided to buy some hot chocolate to warm us up – lovely!! The journey back went quickly because both Simone and I were really tired from the night before, so we slept most of the way.

Upon arriving back into Vegas we (the group) had decided to go out on the strip together (even though Marta wouldn’t gamble – silly, in Vegas and not gambling, you got to gamble if of age and you are in Vegas – surely). Not too worry we all had a quality night even if I did lose $60 on the night, the free drinks and good times had made up for it.

Waking up a little later the next day we made our way to the famous Las Vegas sign at the very far end of the strip, took some photos then started making our way back walking down the strip. We met up with the Aussie blokes who we had spent time day before. We made a few stops off at the casinos to check out the live lion environment in the MGM grand and the flamingo garden at the Flamingo. By this time we were getting pretty hungry so we headed to the Fremont Experience for a quality burger and fries, Yankee style. Later that evening we (the group) all went out again back out on the strip to gamble some money, drink some free drinks, bet on the infamous BLACK 22 on roulette (which it didn’t come in) and generally have a good ol’ time. I learnt how to play craps, which was so fun, I didn’t realise what all the commotion was about. Every time I was playing other games I heard so much shouting over the game of craps. After playing the game myself for a while and learning the ins-and-outs I came to realise why it was so brilliant. Everyone is playing together in the game; it’s the people versus house, with the other games it’s everyone for him/herself. But everyone cheers when everyone wins B). Eventually after much gambling/drinking/fun we left $20 down. Which shouldn’t have been the case, the last bet I made should have included $5 bet on 0/00. I normally bet on loads of stuff and 0/00 always, but I only $5 chips left and thought it would be too much. Turned out totally wrong and should have won a tidy 85 bucks. Not too worry Simone and I still had a very good time in Vegas and we are sure to return not too far in to the distant future. Overall I only lost a whopping 10 bucks!! Not bad I’d say.

Below some of the hotels/casinos and the extent they go to, to bring in the gamblers:

The next day we got our stuff together and rushed back to the greyhound just in time for our bus to San Fran...

Peace out peeps

Much love xx

San Diego

Our journey to San Diego was our first taste of the American Greyhound – or slow dog as it’s called here. The first bus was 2 and a half hour later – but somehow we managed to arrive exactly on time. In San Diego we were staying with my cousin, Sueelen, and her parents and had a lovely time as they were so generous. It was the first time in we had slept in such a comfortable bed! He next day, Sueelen and her dad took up for a tour around the city. It’s so vast that it took us ages to get anywhere. We started at a beach where there had once been a children area that was now totally over run by big sea lions. We went by the docks, and on to an island connected to the main land with a single bridge.

That night Sueelen took us to her country dancing saloon. It was so much fun, we did some line dancing- Elliott was hilarious! Then we even tried to do the waltz and 2 step. It’s not something I would have ever thought of trying, but it was so funny – and it came with a buffet and ribs.

The next day was Easter so we started off the day going to church. We then all went to the shopping centre to do some shopping. Across the road from it was a casino which we went to with our dollar notes. It was a bit of a taste of what we see in Las Vegas. We weren’t there long when Elliott and I were stopped by 2 big security guards for ID to check we were over 18. We of course didn’t have any on up out, and so were escorted out – ha! We walked around the shopping mall for a bit then when back, did some well needed washing and chilled out.

As San Diego is right on the border, we decided to go to Mexico for the day. It’s so close that I was shocked to hear people go for lunch in Mexico. Sueelens dad dropped us off at the border and we just walked across with no one checking anything. We had been warned that it was quite a dirty dodgy place, but we didn’t think so at all, we’d seen far far worse places. As we were there early-well 9, the tourist strip of shops weren’t open, so we walked down the non-tourist roads for a bit of shopping. It was interesting to see the extreme differences between how the Mexicans live and the Americans, so close together. We walked the tourist road, when I thought I could see a zebra, which some local had to get tourists to get pictures on it. How could they get a zebra down here?! It was then that Elliott said – no Simone, it’s a donkey painted black and white. Well we were quite far off... For lunch we chose a restaurant that was full of locals instead of full of tourists. The food was really nice and so much of it, with some nice Mexican beer. After lunch we worked our way up the strip and then back over the border – where this time there was someone checking your passport and a massive queue. That night we had a lovely home cooked meal and chilled out ready for our 5 o’clock bus the next morning and some late nights in Las Vegas.x

LA/Hollywood

Yo yo yo dudes,

After landing in the morning in LAX we took the oh so slow shuttle bus to our hostel (1.5 hours - at least). First impressions of the hostel were oh yeah, good times were going to be had. We started by walking out of the hostel just 30m to the main road (the Hollywood strip). Really good location helps loads when travelling we have found, otherwise you end up spending a lot of time traveling about to get to the places of interest. So we thought we would just check out the Hollywood area on the first morning and see if we could spot some stars (either the walk of fame or actual stars/celebs hanging out in Hollywood. We certainly spotted loads of good stars on the pavement but sadly no celebs. LA is so big that you need a car to get around. The celebs in LA aren't likely to be found just walking around Hollywood, but worth having a look (they'll be in the cars somewhere). The major difference we spotted between the UK and the US was the size of everything was much bigger, especially the cars/trucks, so big, way to big for driving around cities in, anyways. We heard a lot of bad things about LA/Hollywood but we didn't agree with all those that had told you about the place. Yeah OK lots of homeless/possible trouble makers but no worse that any other city we had traveled to.

Upon arriving at the hostel we dropped out stuff of then went straight out on the walk of fame around the city, trying to spot the biggest stars possible. We saw Bruce lee, the Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Sly Stalone, Arnie, Alfred Hitchcock and loads more. We saw the Graumann’s theatre where all the stars put there hand prints and regards to the owner the theatre. On walking back to the hostel we checked out the Hollywood sign from a distance to get a good photo. After a short walk we arrived at the biggest record store we had ever seen, 1 block wide by 1 block long - huge.

That afternoon we took a lengthy 2hour bus ride to Santa Monica. There we froze to death, saw the beach pier, went shopping down third promenade (famous for street performers and good shopping) and bought a funky new jumper/hoody (due to the cold). Not the best of days to go to the beach but hey bought a lovely new jumper in the process. Had some quality Mexican food then left back on the 2.25 hour bus ride back (ouch). In the evening we had a fair few with some fellow Brits we met in the hostel (reason - bud at the hostel - $1 – bargain).

We woke up early the next morning to get to Universal Studios as we had bought cheap tickets from people we met at the hostel (get there early to make sure you get the most out of the attraction). We had a really good time – everything was fantastic. The theme parks in the US are much better than those in the UK. The ones in the US really are themed, every ride or attraction has a good build up with info and background to whatever it is. The only theme park in the UK that is similar is Alton Towers but it doesn’t really punch out the same story or have as good effects on the shows. The Universal studios tour was one of the best attractions going we saw. It included a look at desperate housewives (Wisteria lane) and a load of other famous filming studios. After finishing at the park we left for the hostel to get our bags and to get on the bus to San Diego. Below a picture of the beloved sign - would have to show the picture of it. Goes without saying... Then below this picture is the wisteria lane, they also filmed the Munsters there, along with a host of other films/dramas.

Thanks for reading

Loads of love Elliott & Simone xx

French Polynesia

The journey to Tahiti in French Polynesia and then on to another island was very long and tiring. We left our hostel in Rarotonga in the middle of the night to catch our flight to Tahiti. After the 4 hour fight we arrived at about 2 in the morning. Tahiti is so expensive full of honeymooners, so we choose to go to an island called Moorea, also expensive but with one random camping ground. None of the public buses were in action until at least 7:30 so we kind of camped in the airport, Elliott sleeping on our blow up bed for the 5 hours we had to kill. We waited for the bus – in the rain – caught it to the ferry, which we only just made. The ferry journey was only 45mins and then on to a local bus which seemed to take forever as we hadn’t actually slept until the previous night. We were so tired we slept most of the day. It was when we got on the bus that we realised the extent of the language barrier here. It’s not something we’re not used to, but it came as a bit of a surprise that I could speak more French than many could speak English. There was also a lot of that annoying French arrogance around, but once we’d come to terms with the fact that we were surrounded by French people we actually had an awesome time. The weather, almost the entire time was beautiful – blue skies every day.

That afternoon we went to the biggest shopping area of the island, which was just down the road. It consisted of one tiny shop – Tesco express size, a restaurant, a few tourist shops and that was it. French Polynesia is not expensive for hotels, but just about everything, food included. Our diet consisted mainly of porridge, baguette, sandwiches and noodles. The kitchen was very basic, but funny because it was always open so the hens and chicks were always wandering in and scaring the cat. The days were so hot – very similar to Thai heat, so much so you seriously couldn’t go out between 11-3. The sunsets here were amazing, and as our room looked out on the beach we could see it every afternoon.

The first few days we rested up and went for walks on the beach, and then finally we went snorkelling. It was cool – not the best visibility, but still loads of fish and cool coral. The reef was quite shallow, even at high tide so we had to be careful when we went out. The bit beach in front of our room had a sand bar and trapped shallow water. As it was so hot it was cool just sit in the water, with the fish swimming up to you, just chilling out.

The next day we decided to rent out a scooter. As it’s so hot and everything is spread across the island, you’re quite limited to what you can do. The scooter rental was just a few sticks with a palm tree roof. It took most of the day riding around the island and seeing the sights. Most of the time the road was next to the sea, which was really nice. We went up a mountain to see the views, and see the pineapple plantations (I can’t believe they grow on the ground like a pumpkin!); around the bays that Captian Cook sailed in to and checked out the crystal clear water over the reefs. We went to the one supermarket and stocked up on olives, French cheese, steak and taro – its far cheaper cooking a nice meal for you than going to a restaurant. On the way back the heavens opened and it pelted down none stop until we reached the campground. We were totally soaked.

The next day was another hot blue day, and we decided to try another snorkelling spot. We walked up the beach opposite a small island, but the visibility was awful. We were then advised another spot next to a derelict hotel where others had spotted sharks. The water there was crystal clear the best by far than anywhere. I am totally gutted that we had just broken our underwater camera because it was absolutely unbelievable. There were so many fish – so many we hadn’t seen before – you could see for such a long way. We spent a long time chilling there. Although wherever we’d been on the island there had only been a couple of people sharing the beach – here there was no one for the entire time.

The next day was our last day, so we packed up our stuff, and quickly headed to the snorkelling spot again. This time was incredible. Before long we saw a flock of about 40 eagle rays which were about 1.5m long, and a massive stingray about 2m. The stingrays just went back and forth circling underneath us – they were stunning! We were really sorry to leave French Polynesia, the weather, the island and the snorkelling was amazing, and we really enjoyed ourselves even though we were surrounded by rude French people x

Cook Islands

Hello all lucky enough to read this wonderful online journal,

After leaving Fiji we took the next flight to the wonderful islands of Cook (owned by NZ funnily enough). The main and largest in the group is that of Rarotonga. We arrived late night so we arranged for the free shuttle from the airport to the hostel, situated at the other end of the island. The mammoth journey took a whooping 30mins. The room we were in was right on the beach, literary open the door and you got sea air blowing in your face, especially at the time we arrived as it was really windy nearly the whole time we were there. The 2nd and 3rd night at the hostel we had the whole room to ourselves as it wasn't exactly peak time. The first day we rented out a 125cc little cruiser motorbike for the day just to see the whole island. It took us a massive 45 mins to ride around the whole island (32km). Nice to be back on a bike, in a very nice part of the world. Later in the evening Simone was feeling ill so she went to bed early while I went out for a ride on the motorbike and had a drink in town with a Canadian guy who i met in the hostel. Just had a bit of a dance and a beer then came home, nothing too hectic. Below is a pic of Simone and I looking like a right pair of goons in our funny helmets!

Above is the island we snorkeled by and the beach front we stayed right next.

The morning/early afternoon after Simone and I went snorkeling near by the island seen in the picture below. On the way to the spot I heard a rustle in the trees then all of a sudden something flew by head and hit me on the hand - a bloody coconut had fallen from 25feet up and smack me one. I was lucky not to be hit on the head, and we had been talking about being hit by falling coconuts the night before. Crazy! The snorkeling was pretty good just a few too many triggerfish so we left earlier than expected. Twas still fun but just a little short. That evening we spent the time playing cards with the other guests, chatting and you know the usual. The next morning we left for...

Atutaki

We set off from Rarotonga at 6 in the morning to get the full time/experience at one of the most beautiful islands/lagoons in the world. The plane flight over there was pretty shaky and felt unstable due to the tiny size of the plane. It only had 33 seats on it so whatever wind there is around will shake the hell out of the plane. Anyway we arrived safe and sound but the outlook for the weather looked terrible. We got to the place we were staying at early in the morning and the guy let us in to the room, before check in time - had a nap as you do when traveling constantly. We woke up just before the afternoon to go fit in some sights and time to check out the area. We took a ride out on the free scooter we got with the room. It all looked amazing even though the weather wasn't that great. We both realised straight away how amazing the whole island was and what individual culture they have. Hardly anyone else of the roads makes for some nice relaxing riding on the scooter. In the evening we met some new friends in the other bungalows on site. The first a really cool intellectual 9lots of new info acquired) from Toronto and a gay couple from Germany. We spent the evening drinking some Cook islands and Fijian rum, while chatting by the lagoon (which is right next to the bungalows we all stay in, literally outlooking the lagoon - amazing).

The next morning we had a little lie in. After catching up on some beauty time we went out on the scooter to check out the diving schools, a few local sights and do some shopping. Terrible rain most of the time but we still really loved the place. That evening we were persuaded by the Canadian guy to go to this Polynesian night at a nearby resteraunt. We were so pleased he persuaded us to go, it was top notch. The food was possibly the best meal, at least close on the best I've ever had. So many different types of lovely food. The best probably being ikamata, its raw fish marinated in lime juice over night and served with coconut milk the next day
, just unreal flavour. After the buffet dinner the locals put on an amazing dance that lasted for around an hour. Very unusual but fantastic dancing, everyone was very impressed.


Above is the ikamata we bought the day after trying it the night before.

Early on the second day we had planned the night before to go scuba diving on the reef outside the lagoon. The weather seemed to be clearing up the first moment we woke up but it gradually got worse as we made our way kitted up on the boat, being pulled by a tractor and a trailer on the main roads. When we got out to see the water was extremely rough throwing the boat around everywhere. We wondered what it would do to the visibility below the surface. When we descended we were so shocked to see that the views were really clear (well compared to other places we had dived) a good 20-25m. We saw loads of really wicked stuff: over 20 eagle rays, 2 huge green turtles, a napoleon wrasse and loads of other stuff. The eagle rays are awesome they glide and soar through the water effortlessly. The green turtles came from rocks right below me and ascending up past us all very graciously while the napoleon wrasse was just an absolutely huge fish slightly curious of what was going on. After we finished the dive the skipper decided to head back and the second dive would be canceled because the weather was just too bad to stay into sea. On the way back into the harbour we nearly got smashed int the coral, but the skipper was very good and we managed the passive, just! After a quick nap we got up and went sea kayaking around a couple of the other islands. The snorkeling was terrible
so we didn't try to much, it was very murky, we just spent the time cruising around on the kayak. Then another evening of playing cards, drinking rum and speaking of days gone by.

On the day after we went for another cruise round on the scooter and Simone got bashed in the face with a low lying branch. Not hurt just annoyed with me for not telling her about it, but I did she just didn't hear me. This ride we got totally soaked through by the rain
, but dried soon enough. Then after we went for some more kayaking and snorkeling, wasn't too great but it was still fun. That evening we spent it by ourselves just writing postcards, reading books, playing a few cards and relaxing.

We woke up early the next day as we had been told the weather would clear up, so we woke early to catch the most of the good weather. It was absolutely glorious, the lagoon looked fantastic. We went for another ride around the whole (small island) taking some quality photos and enjoying the nice views and the good weather. Boo hoo it had finally come to an end, our time in Aitutaki was over but not forgotten. Again we travel here on more time another day - defo's. The flight back to Raro was crazy, really getting flung around by the wind and currents, nether the less we arrived safe and sound. Below photo taken of the lagoon from the plane (our bungalow is just on the bottom right curve on the lagoon).


Back in Rarotonga we sorted our bags and got ready for a plane flight that would take us to our next destination - Tahiti.

Fiji

BULA, (welcome/hello/any other greeting you like in Fijian)
And so on with the story, next we traveled to the Islands of Fiji.
We arrived in Nadi, (second biggest urban area) and straight away we sorted out our travel needs for the next 9 days in Fiji. We would have liked to go another set of islands but time was such an issue that we could only make it to the islands that were close and best (the Yasawas). The 2nd day into Fiji we went to Nadi town and got a load of snacks and water to take with us as the islands we were traveling to were so isolated that it would be difficult to get any luxuries and cheap water. We also indulged in some Fijian Chinese which was very nice and most importantly cheap.

Nacula

The day after we woke early to get a bus to the ferry terminal where we would board the catamaran taking us to the islands. The journey took around 4 hours and was pretty choppy but we arrived at the first (Nacula - furthest and largest in the group) of the three islands we would travel to - safe and sound. Our first impressions of the islands was wow-wee so beautiful/stunning in fact. Amazing blues and greens in the ocean/reefs and luscious green foliage on the islands themselves with huge mountainous landscapes (due to there volcanic creation). The island only had 2 resorts on the island (well I say resorts but I mean huts - very basic but very Fijian) - very nice!! The first day we spent lounging in hammocks, swimming in the sea and opening coconuts. I thought it couldn’t be that hard opening it with my hands and a little rock. But I was so wrong, it took over 20 mins and it was really sweaty work in the baking sun. In the evening we were really lucky because we got all of the Fijian lifestyle in one night, some people didn’t get to see half of it the whole time they were there. First the food we had was cooked in the traditional (lovo style fashion). This is where they place volcanic rocks on the fire (which absorb loads of heat) then they dig a huge hole, put the rocks in the hole, cover the food in banana leaves, and place the food on to the rocks and cover it all over with dirt. When the steam stops rising from the ground the food is cooked and they take it all out ready to eat. It tasted soooo good it was just magical, so smoky and just um umm ummmm. After dinner we all made a fire on the beach. Once the fire was done we sat down crossed legs and joined in with a kava ceremony. Kava is a drink that very traditional to Fijian lifestyle. It is made from the root of a pepper plant and mixed with water. Before we arrived in Fiji people cursed the kava and said it was the worst thing they had ever tasted, but I don’t agree, ok so it doesn’t taste great, but it just tastes like peppery water (it does look like muddy water, so I could se why it really puts some people off). You clap, say BULA, down the drink in one (hast to be done this way, not just English tradition coming in here) then clap 3 times. It doesn’t do much at first, it just gives you a numb mouth, but after a while you start feeling drunk and if high doses are taken you can get a feeling of scaly skin and psychedelic effects.
On the first full day we chilled out in the morning, swimming, lazing in the hammocks (beachside) and playing some cards with the other guests. The night before we were asked if anybody would like to go to church the next morning. We both decided what a good idea it would be to go and check out the village (for free might I add, which could cost some travelers a lot of money). We walked maybe 10 mins to the church with a local from our resort. We arrived at the church and the service was brilliant,, the singing from all the Fijians was just fantastic, there voices were all totally amazing, especially the cute little children who all sang a few songs between them. Most of the service was in Fijian so we couldn’t really tell what was going on but I think we got the jist of it all. Some thing were said directly in English so the tourists would have some interaction with the church service. After the service we were invited to go and eat lunch with a family in the village. They don‘t have much money and they didn‘t ask for any money for the food that they gave us. Really true friendly people. We had the traditional lunch of fish in coconut sauce with bread fruit. Simone was so impressed with me, as I have just started eating fish, not only that I got the tail end of the fish and the tail and skin/bones were still on. Our visit to the village was really nice and showed us a little insight to the real Fijian lifestyle. These sort of experiences are hard to come by these days, seen as though it is so tourist driven in Fiji now. That afternoon we went to the blue lagoon to do some excellent snorkeling. Just a short boat journey to another island and we were there. Also it wasn’t too far away from the beach before we reached a huge reef running all along the island. As with ever island in Fiji there was a reef next to every single island in the whole Fiji group (unbelievable). After 2 hours of snorkeling at the blue lagoon (oh yeah which by the way was the film set for the 80’s film Blue Lagoon) we spent a pretty normal evening chatting with the locals and other guests
The next morning Simone, myself and another couple we met at the island all decided to go on one of the trips they organise to go see these underwater caves on the SE tip of the main island of Nacula. We took a 45 min boat ride on this little motor dingy. When we got there we took a short walk to the caves and it looked pretty mental when we first got there. We walked down these stairs in almost pitch blackness. The reflection of the water made the caves perspective look totally out and I nearly just fell straight in to the water (I just noticed before I approached it though). We all got in the water and made our way over to the underground cave. It was again totally mental, you had to swim toward the guides torch and he would tap your head when you can come to the surface of the water. I went first and I just couldn’t see anything so I came upto early and banged my head on the cave ceiling - ouch. Not to worry. So I swam over to a ledge to grab hold of the side. But the whole time I couldn’t see a thing because it was totally pitch black. Everyone else made there way through, most really panicing. The other girl especially. Simone and I had to hold onto her while she calmed down. When we all got through we had to swim a reasonable distance to the other end of the cave. After arriving the guide totally freaked out Simone and the other girl (Becky). First he started by telling us that there were two types of creature in the cave, the first was red snapper (normal sea fish - no worries) and the second is the eel. Becky freaked out, it was the only sea creature she didn't like and the guide knew this. Then he said look Simone there ones there right next to your foot. The guide was so funny but I don’t think he realised how scared the girls were when they entered the cave in the first place. When we got back to the other end we all swam back out through the swim through. At this point there were loads of other people coming into see the cave system. We were so glad that we got there before everyone else, so much better, and much more creepy with just one torch between the 5 of us. After finishing in the cave we did some snorkeling outside the cave area. It was really good conditions and saw loads of really nice fish, inc one I have wanted to see for ages. The journey back to the resort was crazy. The waves were huge and the boat nearly toppled over a few times, but the skipper had it all under control (I hope).
We got back from the caves and we had very little time to get our things ready and do anything else. But as Simone and I are really getting in to scuba diving/snorkeling we fitted in one more session of snorkeling just outside the beach at our resort. After which we had to go straight from the sea get our bags and get back on the dingy that would take us to the catamaran (i.e. next island - Niviti).

Niviti

The next island in the group we visited was a smaller island. This resort had no villages on the island and 2 other resorts on the same long stretch of beach (but reasonably split apart). We arrived in early in the afternoon, we had a little nap and sorted our bags out. I then went for some beach volleyball with many other guests/locals. Simone didn’t fancy it so she just stayed in the room and wrote her diary. In the evening we all met up at the communal area for some scrummy Fijian food as ever (as ever being that the food was really good the whole time we were in Fiji - they didn’t let us down once, not once). This evening was different to the last islands in that we were shown loads of indigenous Fijian dancing, then we were taught some of the dances and we had some music on to dance to afterwards. Great fun had by all, especially Simone and I, as we always aim to have a great time and join in with whatever activities are going on. It was such a funny night, there was this one really camp guy who just made everyone laugh all the time with his funny dancing. We did a huge congo round the resort and had some funny things to replicate.

On the first full day of the second island we had breakfast and went fish feeding just off the coral reef in front of the resort. A bit disappointing seen as though we didn't get one bite not even further out on the boat. Cheeky devils. After lunch we went for another legendary snorkel seeing so much reef life. Also the reef was only 25metres away from the beach edge - sorted! At one point we must have seen around 40 nemo's all trying so hard to protect their area, but they are all so shy. They act all hard then you swin near them and they quickly retreat back into the saftey off their anenome. Wussies!! We also saw these a group of crazy purple luminescent squid. You go towards them and they back off, but as soon as you turned your back they were right behind you again observing you. Very wierd!! Later that afternoon we went to play volleyball again but Simone got eaten alive by mozzies so she went for a rest while a played - Fiji vs The world. In the evening we had another joyious night of dancing with a lovely buffet (Fijian style). Also we played huge games of cards (multi packs) with a tournament of s*** head. Didn't win but it was fun.

The next day in Niviti we decided to walk to the another beach which was on the other side of the island. The only problem was that we didn't realise that the treck was over the mountain and that it was muddy and rocky. Both Simone and I had no shoes on and it was a total mission. But we got there and it was worth. White sand from end to end and a really good reef for snorkelling. Another god thing about this beach was that we were the only ones in thw whole vicinity (very nice - high five). After some swimming, chilling and looking for cool shells/rocks we decided to head back for free tea! Yeah! One quick more snorkel in the amazing reef right on the door step then back on the little motor dingy to take us to the bigger boat (and on to the next island). Boohoo sad to see that island go to be fair, lovely food/people/everything really. Oh well.

Waya


When we got close to this island we realised that we were going to a different island than planned. A bit disappointing but nether the less we wouldn't allow it to spoil the time we had there. From the start this island I knew it wouldn't be as good as the other two. The guy driving the boat was real mean looking (like a silver back gorilla), there whole attitude towards the tourists was different. They didn't even say hello/bula when we got on the boat transfer across to their resort. We had a warm welcoming from the manager type woman when we got there which helped a little. The other Brits that were came on the boat with us were manic depressives. Always complaining about anything and never a happy smile on their faces. Then there were 3 others we had previous met on the 2nd island. The blokes were cool, but this girl wasn't very nice at all!! Didn't get on from the start - the only person I've not got along with in 4 months!! Oh well you are obviously going to meet these type of people. That evening we had a nice meal and just played poker afterwards (which I finally taught Simone how to play - get in there). The next morning we woke up had a hearty breakfast and got started with the first and most difficult activity in Fiji possibly in our travels. We went on a hike up a volcanic mountain with the two blokes, Simone a guide and myself. The guide was bare foot till we reached the far end of the village. Then he put some good (well ordinary) old flip flops on - ready for a mighty hike (yikes). Crazy! We stared off walking up a marshy/muddy river bank, then it turned to a little forest and then the rest turned into solid jagged rocks all the way up the mountain. It took us two hours from the forest area and it was very hard indeed. Often climbing small rock faces with very little to hold onto. At times if you slipped you would be a gonner for sure. The other two London boys found the climb so tough I didn't think they would make it (fitness and climbing wise). At last we made it t to the summit. The view was unbielevable. You could see all the other islands groups on the west coast of Fiji - including thewhole main land. Beautiful. After some funny pictures and poses we headed back down for lunch. The climb down was almost as crazy as going up. I orignally thought it would be harder but it was not too bad in the end. Everyone was happy to have got back in one piece and we were all pretty tired and well ready for some Fijian lunch. Again after lunch we snorkelled the amazing reefs (so many nice reefs all over Fiji - every island has a reef with out doubt).
In the evening we just played some cards and went to bed easrly - knacked.

Starting from that evening till the time we had to leave it rained and poured down nearly the whole time. We only came out of our room to have food and talk with the new arrivals (2 Brits - blokes). So if we hadn't done the amazing hike up the mountain this island would have been really terrible. We were happy to be leaving the place so it couldn't have been too great, hey. Getting back on the big boat was a relief knowing we were going to be going to the cook islands soon. Couldn't wait. I have been looking forward to the Cook islands for as long as we had been planning the trip.

BAck in Nadi, we just spent an evening having some nice food in the resteraunt (pie and chips) while listening to some quality live Fijian musicians. The watched Borat for the second time on our travels (hilarious)!! The next day we left on air NZ for the Cook islands....

laters

peace out xx

Auckland and the end of NZ

Hi there guys and gals,

Our last stop in NZ was Auckland as we were flying from here and we wanted to sell our car to get some of our invested dollar back. Our journey back from the bay of islands was very slow due to traffic jams on the way, that appeared it be caused by a little town and a lot of cars (and traffic lights). A guy we met in the Bay of Is (Ian) we swapped him some wine for a lift back to Auckland. Pretty fair deal I'd say. Eventually we arrived back in the evening and we had problems finding a hostel with parking (something we hadn't had before, i.e. not having a car in a major city). We got one which was only 15mins walk from town but had free parking all over the street. Again we camped in the back garden to save money but at the same time having the facilities to use in the hostel.

The first two days in Auckland we just chilled out while at the same time trying to sort out the selling of our car. We had a few people look at the car, some noticed the oil and tyre problems and some just said they can't drive manuals. Eventually a guy came round, pointed out all of the bad points, and explained he would only pay a low amount. After some thought and not being able to sell the car, we gave in and took the money and ran. I think he thought he had done us over with the price, but we thought anyone buying the car had been done over. The car had loads of problems that one face value of buying the car you wouldn’t see. We lost very little money on the car, but still saved in the long run (loads actually).

Yesterday Simone and I went on a free tour of the city with one of the bus companies. Right at the start of the journey we pulled up outside the Auckland sky tower. The guide asked so does anyone want to do a sky jump. I throw my arm in the arm so hard it nearly came out of socket. He said right some with me. Wicked, free sky jump from the tower (192m) – ouch. When I got up there it was really high but I didn't feel too scared. I just got one with it, knowing it was free, made it felt even better. Good rush, but not worth the 172 dollar usual asking price. The rest of the tour was quality; the guide was really funny and knowledgeable. A Free and high quality tour, what more can one ask for. Sky tower poking out of the skyline.Off to Fiji next for some chillaxing (chilling and relaxing)/diving/travel stuff.

The Bay of Islands

After hectic and long journey up to the Bay of Islands - which was unexpected as we had been told by so many people that the North Island was completely flat, it turned out to be pretty damn hilly. We arrived there just in time to make it to the information centre and book a tour for the next day.

The next morning we had to get up really morning to catch the tour bus. It was a really cool tour actually that took you right up the Northernest point of New Zealand. Luckily our tour was really empty and there was only 11 of us. Our first port of call was one of the last remaining kauri tree forests. Kauri trees are massive, and the walk went on to show you the widest ever cut down which was much wider than the height of a tall man - sad really. After a short drive we headed for 90 mile beach - which is actually around 67 miles long! As we were in a 4x4 bus it was easy work for the bus. We stopped a few times to take in the sights, the strangest being 'the hole in the rock', which is literally a hole in a rock that unbelievably people pay good money to take a boat ride through it! We didn't manage to see any wild horses, but the driver did stop the bus to go digging for tua tua, which are like clams. I was one of the only 2 people to try one, but it didn't really taste of anything. Next stop was the giant sand dune where we did the well awaited sand boarding. We treked up to the top of the sand dune, which was hard enough work, you were totally out of breath half way up, and then you lay on your board and went sliding down at top speed, it was so much fun. We reached Cape Reinga, and checked out the lighthouse and then on to a bay for lunch. It was pretty windy, but that didn't stop Elliott and our new found friend, Ian, running on to the waves, which were apparently brilliant. On the way back, we stopped at a kauri workshop , where they had amazing pieces of furniture and even an entire stair case hollowed out for the centre of one trunk. As we neared Pahia, Elliott and I were the only one to get a $5 portion of fish and chips. which I'm sure everyone was jealous of because the fish was so fresh and the portion was enough to completely fill us both up with.

That night we met up with our new friends, and met up with other who had crazily camped on the beach. For one, you re not allowed, but then you couldn't see the tent in the dark. Secondly the sea breeze was freezing! We sleep well in our car under the trees!

The next morning, we woke up quite early as usual, and went sea kayaking. I was a bit nervous about it as the last time I had kayaked was when I was the secondary school and it was pretty windy - topped with the fact that the kayak owners told us we were pretty crazy to go out. We were going to do half a day but in the day settled for 2 hours. In the end it turned out to be fun. We got a double kayak out, me at the front and Elliott directing at the front. WE were supposed to kayak around several island but instead we just went in front of them, shielded from the sea and big waves. We decided to go to an island that can only be reached by boat and was completely covered in nice shells. After arriving back without tipping over once, a quick spray of the cold shower and we were off to our final stop in NZ, Auckland, giving Ian a lift. x

Rotorua

Yo people,

Background on Rotorua - Largest strong hold off Maori culture in NZ and largest amount of geo-thermal activity.

On route to Rotorua we stopped off for a little break in a hot stream (directed there by the good old lonely planet guide). We had to drive down a real shaky/gravelly unsealed road for 2km but it was well worth it. When we arrived there, there was only one other local bathing. We went further down the track, got changed into our swimming gear and jump straight in. It was absolutely lovely; it was so warm that it felt like entering a hot bath. We stayed in the water for a good while because it felt so good.


When we arrived we parked up and went for a walk around a free geo-thermal park. It had loads of mud pools and areas to view the thermal features. At the end of the walk there was a huge boiling lake with steam being swept across like a low cloud. The water in there was absolutely boiling; it actually burnt my finger when I tested how hot it was. Back in the day people would use the pools to swim, wash and play around in. But Maori legend has it that a beautiful girl would bath there every day until she was taken by a Maori creature known as taniwha. As a result the gods cursed the lake to boil so that it would drive the taniwha away from the area. That night we slept in the car (again) just around the corner from the thermal park. Sleeping in the car so much has actually paid for the use of the car, regardless as to whether we sell it or not. Below the boiling lake:

The next day we woke up pretty early, as most days slept in the car. We headed down to the real touristy museum known as Te Puia. We knew it was full of tours, but it was the ideal way of finding some good information on old and modern day Maori life. I went to park the car while Simone went to buy the tickets. When she got back, she told me how lucky we were with the price of entry to the park. We were quoted $28 each before going there, and then she got quoted again at $28 by the lady at the desk. But, then she got told it was actually $35 and the price had gone up that day. So she waited a while for me to arrive to see whether we should go in or not. After a while of waiting, she was asked over to the desk again and the lady said that she would honor the first price given. Get in, saved money again! We went in had a quick look around some thermal activity, then headed off for the morning Maori concert. It started off with a traditional Maori greeting; loads of shouting, chanting and a hongi (pressing of the noses) for the chosen chief of the day. We walked up to the meeting house (Marae) and the Maoris’ (in full traditional dress, both male and female) performed the haka (war dance). After walking inside the carved wood building we sat down and we were explained to what was going to happen over the course of the next 45 mins. The Maoris’ then performed some traditional songs and dancing (including some wicked poi dancing by the ladies). We were also told some background to the spiritual side of the Maoris’, along with some stories. After all this we were shown the Haka performed by the NZ all blacks (NZ rugby team). Then they asked which warriors in the audience wanted to try to reenact the haka dance just performed. So I jumped up along with a load of other blokes and we all stood at the front of the hall while being told the main ingredients to the haka are. These were scary, fierce and ugly; these were used to warn off other tribes before actually having to go to war. Some of us did look pretty scary, most just looked stupid. Below the Maori chief and myself being pretty scary:

After finishing at the concert we joined on with a guided tour of the Maori way of life and thermal activities in the area. We walked around with a very informative guide telling us all about days of old and modern day life. We saw a pair of kiwis in a dark house and then made our way over to the main thermal attraction, the largest geysers in the area. When we arrived one of the geysers was erupting and weren’t sure if it was the biggest, it seemed pretty big, but not as big as it stated on the board. So we waited around for a good while waiting for the biggy to erupt. Another geyser was erupting almost the whole time we were at the site, but didn’t shoot the water right up into the air (25-30m). After a long wait it blasted off, right up into the air with steam flying everywhere. It was worth being patient and waiting to see the biggest geyser in the area. It was pretty spectacular I must say. On the way back to the main area we went around some more thermal activity and also went into a really neat interactive centre. There was so much detailed info but at the same time really to the point. It really opened our eyes t the Maori traditions/culture, well worth the $28 entry fee. Below is the geyser area with the small of the two geysers erupting:

On our next stop we left the centre of Rotorua to go visit the Agrodome just outside of Rotorua. We didn’t actually want to go see the sheep sheering/agricultural show at the Agrodome we went to check out the Zorbing situated next to the Agrodome. A zorb for those not in the know is a huge plastic ball designed for people to get in while flying down a steep hill (reasonably safely). It wasn’t too expensive so I got sorted with some zorbonaught clothing and got on the next available 4x4 up to the top of the hill. The drive up to the top of the hill was an adventure in its self. The guy drove like a maniac on the off road track that zigzagged up the hill (I say maniac but thinking about the guy does drive the same track all day, but still..). After the first load of people went down in there zorbs it was my turn. You have a little hole to get through to get inside the zorb. You have to launch yourself through the hole otherwise you get stuck then the guy operating the top section has to ram you in there. There are 2 types of track the straight down track (faster but less bumpy) or the zigzag track (slower but much more bumpy). There are 5 ways you can get to the bottom of the hill; 1 – zigzag, let loose (alone), 2 - strapped in the straight track alone, 3, 4 and 5 let loose (alone, duo or trio). I choose the first of these options as I was told it was the best one to do by yourself. Oh yeah Simone wouldn’t come with me because she said it wasn’t worth it and she didn’t have enough money to do it (it was only 10 squid, bargain I thought). So when the hole is zipped up the guy opens the bar and taps on the side of the zorb your ready to go. You start off standing up walking the zorb on to the slope and by the first corner I was on my ass. At first I thought right this cant be too hard standing all the way down to the bottom, you get a free t-shirt and your name on the honors list, but oh how wrong I was. Impossible to stay on your feet I’d say, although 3 people have done it since the track opened (all staff I might add). Every time I tried to stand up I would get thrown around the zorb even more. It was so much fun and well worth the ₤10 fee. After having so much fun by myself I thought I would convince Simone to do a duo ride with me (she agreed after I said I would pay for it, she still doubted the fun part though). So we all got in the 4x4 again and went on another maniac mission up to the top. Both got in the massive ball of joy and started off both on our feet. Might I add, again I wanted us to try to stand all the way down to get the free t-shirts. Did it last, did it balls. First little bump we were both straight over tumbling all over the place, legs and arms flailing all over the place (a slightly different situation and I can see exactly why you sign a disclaimer before entering the zorb). Simone and I just laughed from start to finish. After she did agree it was well worth the money and was so glad she had gone in the great big ball of doom. It was more fun with the both of us in there than when I went down alone, even though I tumbled more, sharing the experience was much better.

After being zorbonauts we left Rotorua we headed for some adrenaline sporting activities. This time it was drift racing in a fast/nippy little sports car. We got 12 laps around a concrete track for a measly 10 squid. It was so cool because Simone got to come with me in the car as a passenger for free. On the first lap I just got the bearings/feel for the little race car. After that it was zoom zoom zoom, drifting around loads of the corners. Absolutely quality fun for very little money, although it did go pretty fast (time) it was still well worth it.

After all this fun and excitement we got back on our way to Hamilton (just a place to stop for the night, also so we got a bit more distance as the drive the next day was going to be a killer).

So much fun and new knowledge obtained in one day. Touristy yes, but still an absolutely quality day with little damage on the wallet.

Peace out dudes, until next time...

Lake Taupo

We left Mick in Wellington and continued our journey northwards to Lake Taupo. The journey across to the main highway from the hostel was crazy - the road was kept on going up and up and was really really windy, but we made it in one piece eventually to Taupo. The lake itself is the biggest lake in NZ, you can only just see the other side, but has almost waves like the sea. We arrived there pretty late so just parked up and fell asleep. The next day we went on a walk that starts at a hot spring. As it Taupo is a geothermal area there was a naturally heated stream that cascaded in to a cold water lake. The water was lovely, it was so warm I could have stayed there all day. Elliott swam in to the freezing cold stream first, but there was no way I was doing that. Eventually we left and walked downstream to the Huka Falls - a famous waterfall in the area. The falls didn't start from a great height, but the amount of water churning around, the res no way anyone could get anywhere near them. After a quick ice cream we headed back to the car and had the usual lunch of peanut butter sandwiches.

We passed Mount Doom from Lord of the Rings on our way up to Taupo:

After a quick stop, we headed to the 'craters of the moon' which was an area of geothermal activity. It was really cool, there were craters of bubbling mud and massive plumes of steam coming from underground. All was good except for the stench of sulphur, gross. The next place on our list was the Honey Hive. New Zealand has the most delicious honey, and the Honey Hive was basically a place where you could purchase honey based products. The reason we went there was for the free tasting! I didn't realise there were so many different types of honey - the best and most expensive being Manuka, but the tastiest of all was the honey brandy - yum yum!!

On our walk we had found a free campsite which had been left by an orchard farmer after he died. We parked up and this time managed a little fire quite easily, and cooked our corn on the cob and tin of beans. After dinner, we met up with a couple of other travellers that were tourning around in there vans. One of them was actually moving to NZ and had bought the tinest cutest kitten that travelled with him. After a few more people arrived we had quite a little camp fire going and they had brought sausages and steak, which tasted unbelievably good after our beans. We met so many cool people. One of the guys got out his bongos and guitar and had a little jam session. Then randomly quite an old local guy called Andre came over and joined us, with his home brew. Apparently he preferred coming to the campsite then going to the pub, because he met more interesting people. The fire was going low so Andre volunteered to get more fire wood, so off he went in his car and 25 Min's later, after most people had gone home, and there was only 4 of us left, he came back with what looked like an uprooted tree! T the lack of people around he complained that young people these days didn't have the same thirst for life, and in his day he was up until 8 in the morning! More because we felt sorry for leaving his uprooted tree he'd taken so long to fetch, the 4 of us stayed up with him to burn it. Eventually, I was falling asleep where I sat, so we all decided to go to bed, with Andre grumbling about how early it was, which I found unbelievable!

The next morning we had a well needed lie in. We spent the day chilling out. We both got in the freezing river, and Elliott spent most the time jumping from the top of a tree in to it. Dinner that night was sausages and corn on the cob. That night we were joined by some locals, who at first I thought were dodgy and I was a bit unsure about - 'yeah bro' was their favourite phrase. As the night went on they turned out to be really cool people. Very randomly they offered us a trout they had caught in the day (they were seriously not the type of people you would expect to be catching any type of fish!), and they helped Elliott gut it and BBQ it on the coals with lemon and honey. It tasted absolutely delicious, and we saved a lot of it, as it was a massive fish, for sandwiches the next day. The next morning we got up packed away our tent and headed off to Rotaroua. x