Slippery when wet

Well, about 15years passed by without wearing a wetsuit at temperatures below 8 degrees celsius. I rather remind myself on the average 24 degrees in Mexican cenotes in the Yucatan.. Awesome..

But, the end justifies the means, so I had to get into a way to big wetsuit to do some tourist caving in the Waitomo glowworm caves here in New Zealand. Even if I nearly froze to death, it was worth a visit.

Time passes by really quickly and I did so much different things.. I hardly remember...
Some adventures might be highlighted..

• Went to a rugby game. NZ vs. Australia. Terribly boring.
• Went to a vulcanic island. Rangitoto was a lot of fun with the others...
• Went to Auckland Museum with our American guy...
• Hiked/biked/ran a lot and watched awesome sunsets :-)

Jumping around, at every beach..

And, of course, doing stupid things.. Just for the thrill of it:

Bike'n Camp

Finally recovered from the Rotorua weekend, that basically consisted of to much beer and some adventure parks. See yourself:

http://vimeo.com/47132006

So I decided to go cycling this weekend. Well, I had to assemble my bike first. Could have been no problem, but it was. Why? Call me stupid, broke a screw of my seat post. Not a good condition for a bike you know.. Went to the local bike store, left some bucks, returned and broke the cage for my drink bottle with my jeans.. Yeah, this man-power needs some kind of control.. Tame the kiwi..




Friday morning was sunny, inconsistent to the Met-Service.. again. So I hurried up and made my way to Coromandel peninsula. After a 1,5h hours drive me, myself and the Red Lady enjoyed a beautiful ride along the coast of Firth of Thames.



 

 As the road went along the coast, I expected no hills and switched to the bike. Well... nope. 700m in height on a 40k ride is not flat.. Amazingly I made it even due to the fact that I didn't had any carbo breakfast :-)

Maybe thats the reason for a lot of cemeteries of lost biker souls.



 After the first ride in NZ I headed further north. Passing the Town of Colville were the paved roads end and the fun starts. Narrow enough to be considered a one-way road but it isn't. Rental cars are not allowed here by the way..

After a bull attacked the Red Lady.. I'm considering renameing my car.. Guess my funny joke.. Yeah RedBull..





After some time not being faster than 20km/h I reached my final destination for that day. A lonely camping site in the middle of nowhere:

After one or two cold beers I decided to turn down the lights to enjoy a LOT of stars..

 Needless to say that there was nobody there except me.. A little bit scary..

The sun kissed me awake the next morning. After a awesome breakfast at the beach, I made my way home to Auckland via Cathedral Cove on the East Coast of Coromandel..