Born to this world screaming like everyone else, upset about leaving my safe and secure hidingplace. Where ever I looked there were unfamiliar things, peoples and expressions. Something was sounded in my so called ears, which I later understood were words. New places scared me.
As life has moved on I have come to realize that life really is meant to be lived the way you desire, no matter what. You and I, we can overcome all obstacles and live our dreams instead of just creating images of a different life.
At hellocloud you can read my travel stories, look at my photos and read some of my deeper thoughts or even perhaps some poetry. It will fulfill all my needs and hopefully you’ll find something worth reading or gazing at.
Stay happy!
Ken Lönnström
There is despair. The trees you touch leave their fingerprints on you in the form of black charcoal. The mark stays there, even though you try to rub it off on your pants. As a reminder.
In a burned forest, which is devastating and awakens horrible thoughts, there is to me a forbidden attraction. In some ways, it is poetic. Even beautiful. In a macabre way. You understand what I mean?
From the steep hills
covered in the greenest grass
onto steep hills
covered in the whitest snow
and the dark blue sky
Our feet rested on ice
we gazed out, farther away
than the mountains root
and before our feet slipped
we understood how small we are
To breath the mountains air
was something new and exciting
just wanted to climb higher
reach a new height until we could
and would reach the top
Lately I have been thinking about kids and parents. All of us have different experiences. I have honestly disliked and have had problems handling kids. Just seen them as annoying and irritating, sometimes even bad tempered and horrible. And at other occasions seen them get ill treated.
The reason why I probably haven’t liked kids that much is because of my own life. They have reminded me of my childhood where I was afraid of going to school everyday. Everytime I see a kid treat another youth bad all I can see is red because I know the feeling of being pushed.
Lucky for me, just the last few years I’ve gotten to know some awesome kids. For instance my nieces. They are adorable and I miss them alot. That’s the hardest part about being in the other hemisphere, I miss them so much. It is a fact that they do grow centimeters and IQ everyday. And one day I want to take their photographies. Tell them stories, read to them and use all different kinds of voices. Just be there for them, because that’s what they deserve.
Unfortunately I only have good pictures of this little spillevink though I know my sister Petra have awesome pictures of hers and Niclas’ wonderful treasure.
I am so grateful of having the opportunity nowadays to associate the word “kids” with my nieces and others I’ve met, compared to before when all I could think of was the kids from school who chased me home, stole my things, called me names and tried to break my spine on a hand rail.
A mere rope. While I was hanging there 100 m from the ground the time stopped. It was like I had stepped into the old world. Without men. Without technology. Without all the pressure and all the achievements we believe we so surely need. In this place, there was the beginning. The ending, nowhere to be seen. This sacred place is hidden away from development and society. It is a place of nature that just is and that does not care. That doesn’t even have to.
In the modern life nothing like this really exists. We are all too busy, living our lives and just keep going forward. Trying to live in the modern society where we keep pushing ourselves further and further, sometimes even without a thought. We live in a world with pressure. Either from our families, friends, a partner or even from ourselves. We are so used to having people around us all the time or being able to see them. Remember our old friend, the television. Which help our daily life go forward. Or at least, the time.
And in this life more or less all of us lives, it is quite hard to comprehend really what an amazing place this is. A hidden treasure, even more valuable than the Eiffeltower or any other creation of men. It really is the most beautiful, romantic, intriguing and poetic place I’ve ever been to. And in my mind, will ever visit. I am so sorry that all I have is memories from this place but what I do have is the power to tell others about it.
Mentally close your eyes, stop listening to the noises around you and concentrate on the sound of falling rain on leaves. Imagine it is all around you. Can you hear the sound of falling rain on leaves surrounding you? If not, try harder and think that you are sitting on a porch belonging to a house you know or have known. You are doing nothing except listening on the constant rain falling from the sky.
When you can hear the sound, concentrate on your hands. Your left hand in front of your stomach, resting on a piece of metal and the other holding a rope down at your bum. You don’t have to hold tight, just feel the rope. If you wanted to you could let go of the metal piece in your left hand, but hold it for now. Can you feel it? Can you feel the texture of the thin but strong rope in your right hand?
Good. And you can still hear the sound of falling rain? Brilliant. Keep those thoughts and then think of being in water. Try and stand upright and feel how weightless you are. You are bobbing up and down like a bait, not unlike from when you and your father or grandfather were fishing. Now stop bobbing and feel how you are just hanging free in midair. Your feet are loose, your toes point downward. They and you are far away from steady ground. You are safe, don’t you worry. Just think of the sound of rain, feel the rope in your hand and be excited about just hanging free. Being free.
Open your eyes. Look and see where you are. Getting a few rain drops on your face as you look up. You are in the lost world, hanging from a rope 100 m from the ground. All around you there are tall straight walls filled with green plants decorated by big leaves. Everything looks so pretty. Ancient. There is an old river that have formed this huge passage where you now are hanging. From the bottom you hear the water, still crashing after several million years. You try to look but cannot see the bottom. There is a thick mist underneath you. As you gaze up you see every rain drop falling, you can even see them in slow motion and study them in amazement. You have never before experienced anything like this. It’s so quiet apart from the soothing sounds from the rain falling on the leaves from all around and the stream underneath you.
A long time after you began descending, you cannot longer see the sky. It seems to you it’s the mist that have moved but in fact it is you. At this stage you can see the bottom, the stream which keeps digging and which will continue an eternity after you or me have passed away. Truth to be told, you don’t want to touch the ground again. Just being here, feeling so alive and pure, even free. What can be better than this?
We had not expected this. Not at all. It was like Christmas had came a year early. Just too good to be true. Exciting. Adrenaline. Rushing water. Crawling in caves. Jumping of edges, hanging from nothing but a rope. And then darkness. Not the suppressing, depressing darkness. No, this was something completely different. Way different. Please understand this. No matter how much details I’ll tell you, you will never ever fully understand how awesome this day and its adventures were. Not unless you do them yourself.
Few days earlier we had booked the so-called ‘Lost Adventure – Epic 7 hours’ through a company called Waitomo Adventures (yeah free publicity has never hurt anyone). It was quite expensive but we surely wanted to do this one, also it was my birthday present to Jenny, only one day to early. Yes she turned 25 on the 2nd of September, but that has nothing to do with the real story. The real story is what happened down in the caves.
Because of the heavy rain from the last few days we were unable to do the 7 hours tour but were compensated with two others called ‘Haggas Honking Holes’, an action filled one and then with ‘The Lost World 4 hours’ which included a 100 m abseiling. Also we would receive a free CD with a couple of pictures from the day. That is what I call great service!
Jimmy and Dean were our assigned instructors who would lead the eight of us 80 m down in ‘Haggas Honking Holes’ and then back again. If everything worked out as planned. From the adventure centre we jumped into a van and then drove for 15 minutes through, you guessed it, curvy roads and farms. In New Zealand it works like this. If you own the land, then you own everything underneath as well. The name ‘Haggas’ comes from the family who have owned the farm for a very long time. What happens is that Waitomo Adventures leases the cave from the Haggas, who in return get profit from just owning the cave. Pretty neat, ey?
Close to the cave they have put up modern facilities where they keep showers, dressing rooms but also all the equipment needed for us. Wet suits, helmets with headlamps and gumboots. Everything one need for an adventure. And also the harness that keeps you alive. When we were fully equipped we went to their practice area where the word “rack” was given a new meaning. We were told that if Jimmy said “nice rack” to any of the females, he probably didn’t mean the equipment on the harness. 
Rack does mean boobs, but in this case it is the metal gadget in which you put the rope through. It will help you control the speed of which you travel down.
At long last we entered the cave. As we climbed down the first ladder, one by one, we all said farewell to daylight and embraced the darkness. It was nothing as we had expected. It was far, far better than beyond all imagining! The first few turns were easy. The cave was beautiful. Made by nature. I was so far away in my thoughts the whole time but at the same time present cause I didn’t want to miss anything. And I was not allowed to bring my camera.
One by one, I watched the others in our fellowship descend down this waterfall with their feet on the wall of the cave with a rope through the rack. The descent was also controlled by Dean, the instructor. I was the last one to descend and I felt very secure. Jumped off the edge, turned 180 degrees in the air and put my feet on the wall I had just jumped from and from which water ran down.
Halfway down, the full impact of the waterfall came down on me. I am unsure of how far down it was, but wow, that was fun. When I reached the bottom and stood on my feet once again I had the waterfall just over me, exploding on my helmet and I ran (or so) to a safe corner where I found the others. Of course after I had loosened the rope. A few minutes later we heard Dean and he ran down the waterfall with his face first and with his body horizontal. He was no rookie. At the very last instant he put his feet in the direction they should be and slowed down using the rack, coming to a complete stand still at the bottom. Oh yes, he got style.
And on and on the story goes… Everything was just amazing and I could fill several pages about ‘Haggas Honking Holes’, how we came down to the depth of 80 m, climbed up on a wall at least 10 m high or when the whole team was squashed into one corner after a 10 m descent, waiting for our instructors with the water splashing over us. I could tell you how beautiful the cave was with all the stalactites and stalagmites, also what the difference is and how long it takes for them to “grow”. (By the way, it takes 100 years for a piece the size of one of your fingertips to grow. And there were some almost as big as one of your hugs.) But I think you would be bored with all the details so I’ll skip does.
However. At first I was unaware or rather, not concentrating on the 2-4 cm thin slime hanging from the ceiling in some parts of the cave but after a while I understood what they were. Glowworms. In one part of the cave we had to crawl through a hole almost filled with water, which you can see on the pictures. After this part I came to a part of the cave where I was almost alone so I turned of my headlamp and stared at the ceiling in amazement. There where plenty of green small dots lightening up the ceiling.
Jimmy (I think) did ruin the beautiful and philosophical moment by exclaiming that the name “glowworms” were only a trick to make Australians come here so kiwis could earn money. He explained which part of the glowworms that glow. “Shiny maggot poo” was actually the words he used. Poetic, isn’t it?
We lived to see daylight again though it was not pleasant. As soon as me and Jenny saw the sunshine we wanted to turn back. I think what made us climb the last ladder was the thought of us abseiling down in another cave in just an hour or so. But that, is for the next blog entry.
Jenny exclaimed after we had stopped for the fourth or fifth time on our way from Cambridge where we had gotten our new haircuts on a very short notice. My love was not irritated with me, it was more of a fact and the funny thing about it is that it’s true. I love trees. I have thought about that earlier but in this moment it was quite clear. I love trees and I love silhouettes of trees. I love using trees to frame a landscape or a person. I love them so much so compare to me you hate them! Sorry, Madagascar and Kancoona joke. 
We were travelling to Waitomo Caves, which is said to be one of the things you got to do when you are in New Zealand. Approximately 20 km before we came to Waitomo this soon-to-be-dark evening we arrived in a place called Otorohanga. It was like a sign. It even was a sign. A camping sign. We followed it and came to Otorohangas Holiday park. Just as we entered this small camping property the host, Peter, came out although he and his wife were having dinner. He greeted us with an infectious smile. We talked for a few minutes and then we let him go back to supper.
When we had established ourselves and our campervan Bamse we went over to their home and even spent an hour or little more there. Had such a lovely time that we didn’t really want to leave but good manners are deeply rooted in both me and Jenny. Peter and his wife Linda are very beautiful and lovely people. Both of them are filled with a life force that is not common. I showed them some of my photographs and they both enjoyed them which meant a lot to me, considering that Peter also have worked as a professional photographer.
Waitomo caves. Wow.
After our zorb-adventure we had planned on going to Rainbow Springs in Rotorua which is a beautiful spot to watch nature. In the tickets you get a 24h access to the park and they have open til 10 pm. From what I have read they light up everything very nicely so you’ll get a whole different experience.
Unfortunately because of the rain, we skipped that and will take it on our way back to Auckland in the end of the trip. What we did instead was to cruise along some small roads until we got to Matamata where Hobbiton lies. We just wanted to have a look at the place since we’d be returning the day after.
In New Zealand they drive wonderful cars. Both new and old ones. Compared to Australia they don’t seem to be as strict on the whole customizing area. The cars here are modified. So when we parked our campervan Bamse I saw this amazing Dodge Charger and just had to take a photo for my friend Lars-Daniel.
Then our journey for a camping ground began. We drove around for probably for hours. Followed some signs, that ended up in this upperclass village. Anyways, that’s what we expect. It is called Karapiro Village. We drove and drove until we came to a road. And that road was named “Luck At Last Road.” We took a picture and turned. Found the campsite but no manager were there and it was quite expensive so we decided to have a wild camp. Again. Great fun though.
We are keeping busy. We are keeping so busy I can’t even get the time to sit down, organize and write on my blog. Two days ago we went zorbing. That was on the 29th of August. Yesterday we went to Matamata and looked at Hobbiton and had some fun in Bag End.
And today, we came to Waitomo Caves. THAT is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. I was completely spechless and I encountered this gruesome pain everywhere! No one was permitted to bring along their camera. It hurt, it hurt so much and it still hurts. Probably will keep hurting me as long as I live. But that’s for another blog entry. This one is concentrated on zorbing or the new thing zydroing.
The Kiwis, of course, came up with this a few years ago. It concerns you, strapped spread eagled into a big sphere in a sphere filled with air, rolling down a hill. Sounds dangerous but it is not. The ones who work there are the elite. We didn’t do any zorbing, we did zydroing. Almost the same principle. Only in this one you are not strapped onto anything and you got some water in it. In certain cases, you can go two in one, which we tried out first just straight down a hill.
Just imagine being in a round ball with some warm water on a typical rainy day coming crashing down a hill. What better way to spend the day?
Needless to say… it was so fun we had to do it again. But this time solo and we came down a twisted slope. THAT was insane! At first I tried to run down the hill but just after the first corner, I dropped my balance, fell and then rolled around with the waterproof camera, up and down, down and up.
As you will see from the pictures, the way you enter the zorb is by jumping in through a hole which the crew later closes. When you are down the hill they open it up, and it’s like the zorb gives birth to you. Yes people, you should understand what I mean. They open the hole, turn it to the bottom and then you go out along with the water. Feet first.
Jenny would however describe it as like when you go to the toilet. You probably get that picture quite clearly in your head right now. And now. And now. And now. And soon it will be there everytime you think of zorbing. Then blame Jenny for that picture. It is great fun anyway.
Click here for a whole collection of funny pictures from the day!
