our van was quite convenient, with a sink, chilly bin, and even a little gas stove:
We arrived the first night (kind of by accident) at the most remote beach imaginable, 33 kilometers from a tiny town where we played pool at the local tavern (the sweet bartendress tried very hard to teach us how to play properly, but it was a lost cause...) The beach was only accessible by a tunnel through the rock.
morning on the barren beach:
to get to the natural bridge:
Then came our exhilarating adventures deep into never-before-seen caves... actually we went on guided tours of two caves with built-in walkways and hand rails and gift shops outside- but it was still amazing! We walked an hour into the depths of a huge sandstone cave, full of wacky formations beyond the wildest stalactites of our dreams. We even rode in a little underground boat to see the glow worms, which form glowing constellations on the dark ceilings of the cave. It turns out dark caves are not photogenic, however.
The next day it was on to Taupo, which was a land of geysers and steam rising up out of the bushes, and lots of beautiful colors on the rocks from mineral deposits:
On one of the back roads, I got my first shot at driving on the left.
(Carl: "Now don't worry, Camille, because the van is uninsured and you are unlicensed .")
And finally....... the mud pits!
-Camille
1 comment:
what a camper - that IS kiwi ingenuity. And so what a lonely country. Thanks for writing a great blog....
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