Windy Welly

Got out of the factory alive, but not with horrible allergies and scratchy eyes. My time spent there was quite an experience from employees smoking weed, to lying Canadians, and a bachelor fellow who couldn't get through a sentence without using the f-word. All said and done, I would do it again though. Custom making your own kayak is an awesome experience. Any questions on how a kayak is made, I can answer them.

There was a lodge down the road from the factory that was tucked away in a deep gorge. Tried to get dinner there but found out that you had to register to have dinner instead of sitting down and just ordering something. This makes for an interesting story...cutting it short. Nate and I had ordered some beer (by some I mean much), but then no food came. Basically we got along with everyone there really well.

By the way, those lodges are like a perpetual spring break for people my age, only everyone has the travel bug. It's fun just to watch everyone do their thing.

I made it down to Wellington (Windy Welly) and it's windy all right. It's the southern most major city on the North Island. I'm going to try and track down a friend from school here and maybe have a bite to eat.

I've been able to do everything relatively cheap down here so far because I've been camping every night for free and making my own food. Lots of pasta and oatmeal.

My plans...there are no plans and that's the glory of it. But I do know I'll be making my way back up north on the Pacific side of the island. Hopefully stopping in Wuakatane for an attempted homestay, but I still need to make a few calls.

Until some other time.

Rain anyone?

From the U.S. news I quickly checked, no one cares about the south Pacific. My return trip home may be a bit interesting...http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/article.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=10551537...will be.

:)