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Go with the wind
Being caught in the moment
when the realization comes to you
that all you ever think and do
is what you have always done
is frightening and overwhelming
In that blink of an eye you feel
despair creep into your whole being
and the tears you before hid inside
will keep falling even when they dry up
as you try to understand what happened
To what place did the time disappear?
How could it pass in front of your eyes
at the same time as you were working
doing the laundry, buying a new stereo
and dreaming about everything
you wanted to do since you were five
Was this all life was about?
I know how being enlightened feels
though I no longer feel the despair
instead I am filled with love and curiosity
and driven by a hunger for more
of the excitement life has to offer
When you realise you live a life not desired
you are only one step, only one thought
away from your dream which you can live in
as long as you want and feel that life
is worth living instead of just watching
Be true to yourself and for once
fly the whole way up to the clouds
which is to be honest, not that far
I promise you that they are soft
though quite moist so bring a wetsuit
or one extra pair of clothing and gumboots
The view is spectacular.
A place where you can breath
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
The dream in which you are all invited
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?
Haggas Honking Holes
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.
What’s this thing called zorbing?
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!
Being in a washer machine
That’s how it felt like. Honestly. You’ll only get one picture tonight from the adventure we experienced yesterday but I’ll upload more tomorrow. Today we have been busy wandering around Hobbiton, walked into Bag End and had a great time. And tomorrow… we are going to Waitomo Caves. A new day, another adventure. Fingers crossed we survive!
Writing a blog entry in a hot geothermal pool, is that nice or what?
As the blog title says. I am writing this blog entry from a hot geothermal pool in Rotorua on my iPod Touch. It’s late at night and we are just soaking in 37 well-deserved degrees. We have survived our first days and enjoy New Zealand very much.
About the mauri people, the real kiwis… they are least to say, in lack of better words, massive. Not fat, just massive built. Look and move around like big treestomps recently uprooted. I’ll get you some pictures one day.
Tomorrow we are gonna plan our whole trip. There are so many things to see and do! We have already made some changes already, for instance we have rebooked our flight so we’ll be staying here until the 17th of September instead of the 6th. And also we have extended our campervan Bamse.
Lots of love from the hot (very hot) geothermal pool
Ken and his woman
Edit. We took some awesome funny pictures which you can see in this Facebook-album. Taken with my Olympus water- and shockproof camera, which turned out to be not fully as waterproof as the day I bought it. After some pictures I got memory card read error. Uhuh.
Took it apart and it was wet. Luckily for me, after some drying with papers and a hairdryer it began working again and all our pictures were still there. Very nice! Se nice, in german. Therefore the very happy picture in the end. And remember, all pictures are unedited.
A one way ticket to Frankfurt please. Part 2
Imagine early in the morning. You arrive at the airport, safe and well. A bit tired of course, but that’s not more than you expect from someone who wakes up to party music in to morning. You go through the thick glass security doors into the airport. The backpack lies heavy on your shoulders although the anticipation before the journey makes it almost weightless.
You are almost three hours early, so you can relax. Read a book, think about life, why a ball is round or perhaps watch people. Try to imagine where they all are going and why? What kind of people are they? Do they feel fulfilled? Are there life the way they want it? You have all the time in the world to dream away, since you are sitting in front of the check-in desk.
When they finally open the check-in desk you don’t rush forward. You are so calm and try to take in every moment, all that is happening, have happened. Realizing what goals you have finished and all the obstacles like thorn bushes, you have fought your way through. How all of them have torn you in some places. Some of them are still sore, some of them might disturb your sleep at occasions and some… Some you don’t even feel anymore. They are you. They don’t affect you. So in front of this check-in desk, you wait. Don’t want to rush.
But the world comes crashing back when you are standing there. Getting your sentence you weren’t even aware of. You are told that your precious Visa is not valid. Although you have your ticket to New Zealand for the so-called Visa-run and then your ticket back to Australia, you are not allowed to enter New Zealand. You can feel your heart, though uncertain if it beats faster or if it have just stopped. The reason why you can’t enter NZ is because you don’t have a valid Visa for the return ticket. There is only one solution.
You have to book a ticket from Auckland in New Zealand to somewhere in Europe. Your heart have unbelievably at this point now woke up and you feel the sweat while you run around the airport in search for a travel agency from which you got to have a valid fully-refundable ticket to Europe in the nearest 45 minutes. After several instructions you find the travel agency. Which does not open in another hour.
After some more running you find the Qantas Flight desk. Everyone in the line is just so slow. In fact, you are asking yourself whether they are alive, stupid or just are trying to mess with you since the check-in ends in 30 minutes. After several sweaty moments you are next in line. 20 minutes left. Lucky for you, in this moment you get the nicest person in the whole wide world. She is so helpful and time-efficient. She says however that this is gonna be expensive. Very expensive. Though you get the whole amount back except for an administration fee. You throw your VISA-card at her along with your passport and say ‘I’ll take it.’
The marathon back to the check-in is a fast one. Five minutes left. You’ll make it!
But you are not alone in the queue. Lots of other people are late and a few others also had problems with their Visas. It’s less than 50 minutes before departure when you get to the desk. You are supposed to be checked-in 90 minutes before departure. It’s the same girl as before and she is just so slow. Chit-chatting in a normal manor and really takes her time.
40 minutes left and you have the security to pass along with several others. Soon they will begin boarding.
It’s a miracle. You arrived at the gate just when they begin boarding the plane and you are thinking ‘This is just going way to smooth, is this really the flight to Auckland?’ Then you understand that you don’t really care. It’s just another adventure.
