Bird poop in New Zealand is clear, but in the States it is white….

I am not sure if the title of this post means anything, but I feel that it is worth noting.

Day 3:

Madre and I woke up and had breakfast at the hotel and then set out for what is said to be the prettiest section of the Queen Charlotte trek. Unfortunately for us, it began to rain pretty hard about an hour in. I did manage to capture a pretty photo between the bursts of rain.

After the 4 hour hike, we decided to drive all the way across the country horizontally to Westport to go on one of the most beautiful treks in the country, the Heaphy.

The drive was gorgeous. We passed through so many different terrains, including pastoral scenes of sheepies, jungle, thick wooded forests, and vineyards!

God?

We arrived in Westport late on Christmas Eve and Madre almost had a panic attack because no hotels were open. Eventually, we found a gem of a motel and crashed there. As I cozied into bed after a long day, I smelled this really strong odor of garlic-butter-onion-aioli. Is it me? I smelled myself and it definitely wasn’t me. I tossed and turned, each motion granting me a fresh whiff of garlic butter, and eventually fell asleep. The following morning is when I learned that you are always supposed to pull back the top blanket on a motel bed. The rich buttery scent was eminating from my blanket, which I had previously been so cozily curled up in. To be honest, the stench would have actually been half way appealing if I hadn’t been sleeping with it.

Day 4:

We woke up early and went to the lobby for the free continental breakfast and were met with fruit from a can floating in a vat of syrup, stale toast, sugar saturated yogurt, and fake eggs with canned mushrooms. Mmm.

Grossed out but full, we hopped into the car and drove to the portion of the famous Heaphy trek that we intended on hiking. It was gorgeous.

About 2 or so hours in, I started getting pretty loopy. My feet were heavy as stones and instead of focusing on the gorgeous scenes around me, I was looking at the ground. The sounds of nature were drowned out by my pounding heart and inner monologue “IM HUNNGRRYYYY!”

Just another hour… keep on walkin’. Ordinarily, I am against listening to music while hiking, especially in a foreign country. One should focus on taking in all the details of their surroundings and ingraining the beauty in their memory. You never know if you will be back there again, or if it will even exist. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I pulled out my ipod and started my favorite dance/workout playlist. It was like someone had injected me with adrenaline and seratonin. My pace quickened… I felt great. My favorite song came on and suddenly I could breathe, I could run, the trees parted for me and I was so free. It dawned on me…

I AM IN NEW ZEALAND! THIS IS AMAZINGGG!

With my mom’s back to me, I broke out in dance. Yeeee!

Finally, we reached our lunch destination on the beach. I devoured my canned chicken, crackers, nuts, goat’s feta, and apple. I layed out and napped while mom explored and then we headed back the way we came.

I spotted a creek of what looked like blood..

After seeing that, I quickened my pace a bit. I kept looking over my shoulder for a swarm of mosquitos, or towards the water for a stampede of frogs…

5 hours after we began, we arrived back at the car. We drove to Nelson and arrived at about 10pm last night. This morning we had a nice breakfast at the hotel (not really photo worthy though..) and are going to go pick up my step paps from the air port.

I miss reading all of your blogs! My reader has 78 unread! 😦

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14 thoughts on “Bird poop in New Zealand is clear, but in the States it is white….

  1. Don’t worry about our blogs…you are having such an amazing experience. Your pictures and your words completely transported me…I felt like I was right there with you. Continue to embrace and enjoy, my dear friend!

  2. I had 96 unread after two days. Maybe it’s time to delete some off my Reader? I hate doing that though 😦 The creek of blood is kinda creepy. NZ is as beautiful as ever…

  3. This sounds like such a wonderful trip. I was in New Zealand about three years ago, but in their winter season, so I didn’t get to lay on the beaches and enjoy as much sunshine and warmth. Rather, it was cold and rainy, but still a beautiful country.

  4. wow!!! that’s beautiful!!! i’m pretty sure i’d poop in my pants trying to cross that tiny bridge..haha.not really..but i’d be scared. sounds like a heck of a breakfast….i wish i could teleport you some chocolate oats!!!!
    enjoy your trip!!! πŸ™‚

  5. omg. looks so gorgeous…and the food looks so fresh!!! So lucky to travel so much!! What do your parents do for a living? Are they like travel experts? Hahaha. Either way loved these photos..I’m looking for honeymoon spots right now!

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