Tuesday, December 23, 2008

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And the fog comes up from the sewers and glows in the dark

at home. there is cold and fog.
are not even 24 hours that I'm back and have to take another plane to go away (and everyway once again, for me the jet lag syndrome does not exist).
but it's time to be with the family (real and virtual) and I'll be good and stay here (at least on the body).
As anticipated, soon there will be new post on New Zealand, so do not forget this little blog and try to move everyone a peaceful Christmas.
soon

Sunday, December 21, 2008

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i believe in peace, bitch

due to the excessive zeal of a great ... a land of the emirates hostess, take-off New Zealand was not as painful as I thought ...

fact my suitcase weighed 21 kg or a well in + kg of allowed ... in Italy would not have said nothing, but would be amazed of my loyalty, but the girl was an accident, there was no way to convince ... the only way was to pay $ 90 ... now in case I had the wine that I had to give (and $ 90 for wine neozealandese seems a bit 'too much ... I'm at the point of gift brunello I go on the safe side ).... I then removed the bottle of wine but I felt bad throwing it, so I have to drink in the face of that great fussy before take-off, which I was not allowed to do the last shopping at duty free (some will remain without gift ... but amen), but at least I was too conspicuous figure out where I was and I was doing ...

greetings from melbourne ...

Saturday, December 20, 2008

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One day I know we'll find a place of hope

I write to you from Auckland Airport waiting for my flight to Melbourne via Dubai and Venice take me back home ..
not know if I want to come back or not, we are currently very confused.
one hand I know it's Christmas and I want to see my family and closest friends, the other I have absolutely no desire to leave this wonderful country and its people friendly and informal. and I am sure that as soon as the plane takes off. will be a bit 'as if I rip the heart out of chest ... but as we know all good things to an end as ...
but not this blog! or at least, not yet! In fact, I still tell you a lot of the last stage, + the final remarks and highlights.
But you where you are all finished? already impigozzarvi of Pandora?? stressed by gifts??
give me a sign of your presence ...
is not that Europe has sunk here and if they are not even notice?

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

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one thing to read books that there are places on our planet crazy high geothermal activity, Rotorua and understood then you realize that things you read, seen live, are absurd.

simply park the car and starts to notice strange fumes and vapors from a park in the city center (Kuirau park) come down from the car and the air you remember the smell of rotten eggs and some aerosols, being loaded with sulfur.
you go into the park, to the vapors and also beginning to hear a gurgling ...



... I present a mud pool, a pool of boiling mud, apparently taken from a video game, but it's real, I swear, is just a few dozen meters from the houses usually inhabited. Obviously, mud pools are surrounded by fences, being in fact very dangerous as quicksand, in fact, finendoci in, we no longer see out of it, with the aggrevante that while drowning in the mud, there's also the misfortune of self- make-roast.

The waters that come in this place are so hot that you can not even touch them (I felt his hand in a gutter and I'm still hallucinating), but the effect they create lakes of boiling water with their vapor is very suggestive





in the city, then, is full of spas and spa fee, but, thanks to various and unexpected coincidences led me to about 16 km from Rotorua, in a place that I would never have found alone: \u200b\u200bKerosene Creek. This is a stream of hot springs (about 42 degrees) that runs in the middle of the sub-tropical forest: all this is absolutely not recommended, not Tourism and absolutely free! A wonderful place to spend a relaxing afternoon, warming up his ass.

Rotorua is also famous for its Maori culture. In fact, this town can be arranged several "cultural" to paying tourists to discover the habits and customs Maori.



Pure I attended one of these reconstructions (including the price of a visit to the geyser area) and I must say I found it quite false, even if well executed. In addition, I was surrounded by Koreans, that I believe are the most uncivilized people on the planet: a bunch of people screaming, having camera with which immortalize any crap except the essential, that you regularly pounding, confusion and do not follow the rules of civilized behavior of the place (take off shoes, hat and sunglasses to enter the marae).
Now if I see even a single Korean front bothers me ... who knows why!
Anyway, back to the show, the Maori have welcomed the group in front of the marae



with a kind of ritual with a lot of yelling, culminating in the Hong (the exchange of vital breath, which provides two people exchange pressures of the nose). Entered the marae, the Maori have begun their traditional dances and songs,





including the famous (and somewhat difficult to execute) haka



Personally, I found more interesting, the school of wood carving (the Maori were and remain among the best in the field)





Pohutu and a visit to the geyser, which erupts from 10 to 20 times per day, with eruptions as high as 20 meters that can last for up to 15-20 minutes.



(dell'haka of this and also I made some videos, that I will post in Italian)

And greet you with a just do not play with me and you will not get burned (like jimi Said), not to make me miss the foggy atmosphere of Ferrara, I am surrounded by the fumes of Rotorua (which is not quite the same thing):



I remind you also that in this post there is another recent post on the Tongariro and wellington. Now I'm in the north of the island in the north and between now and tomorrow I'm going to Cape Reinga, the northernmost point of New Zealand. See you soon!


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Somethings can not be bought



Unlike other cities that New Zealanders tend a bit 'all to look alike, Wellington has a particular character, which gives it a different air.
The capital of New Zealand welcomes me with the climate that sets it apart: windy and cold. Fortunately, full of local cafes and restaurants where riparararsi. Actually, many never seen one attached to another coffee. Surely this is not ever die of hunger, nor will struggle to find a kitchen in the world like it: it seems the world exhibition of food from all regions of the world!




as you can see the city is very modern, but with a certain style. While not huge, yet still retains the typical air of cosmopolitan and very busy with people walking the streets in a hurry. It also seeks to
Perhaps the tone of a sophisticated capital, but, personally, coming in department stores "chic" of Wellington, Misono made 4 laughs: you have no idea of \u200b\u200bselling rags!



Not to mention the shoes ... live here, for this particular area (let's say obsession) is very problematic, though, by now, well I have adapted to the local fashion: all in flip flops, rain or there is the sun.
In Wellington, also lives a good community of Italians, and so (again), I found myself in a surreal experience: a movie with Tomas Milian (specifically anti-theft squad, produced in my birth year) in a house, ocean view hills wellingtoniane, after a good pasta and a glass of Vecchia Romagna Black Label is not exactly something that happens every day.
And aside from the trash, which always follows me and loves me (returned) to me wherever I move, I must say that as soon as I get home I will cover all the masterpieces of cinema trash sti 70 years, a time when Italy was really small panic, but at least laughing at herself and created, in some ways, original and funny things ... [Top controversy] is not like now that we export Muccino and Ramazzotti (not the bitter, purtropppo). [End controversy]
leaving Wellington, I headed to Tongariro Park, National Park "oldest" of the New Zealand. The park has three active volcanoes: Mount Ruapehu (the highest mountain of the north), Mount Tongariro and Mount Ngauruhoe, which I am sure some of you maniacs trilogy of Lord of the Rings (I know for sure that there is someone who follows me with the atlas of where the scenes were shot) will recognize as the Land of Mordor Mount Doom



(Tongariro left, right, the "Mount Doom" )



In the park I walked the Tongariro Crossing, or rather, I walked the half and then I went back on foot (about 16 km of mountain), [[-yes you read that right]] because I did not want to join organized groups with the buses that take you on one side and you are taking at the end of the path.
Walking in the midst of this fascinating volcanic landscape



alone, with your i-pod (rigorously tracks in random mode) is really an experience.
There were funny moments, in which a climb in a little 'hard for my poor lungs, hoping for a song that gives me a charge, is playing "me gustas tu", but in the version Manlio Sgalambro (and even with the trash) and then, instead of starting in the fourth on the climb I burst out laughing like a moron, threatening pulmonary embolism; There were times where you slid down, when I realized that my i-pod I wanted him dead after he tried to start concertina, Skippa promptly after a second. But above all there were moments of total energy and fusion with the lunar nature, surprising and unpredictable, in which I felt well enough to put me to sing like an idiot in the middle of nowhere

"I traveled round the world Looking for a

home I found myself in crowded rooms Feeling so alone ...

... I never felt so happy "

and even dancing in the middle of petrified lava.
But do not tell anyone ;-)

Sunday, December 7, 2008

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I like a poorly attended, the dead ends, the very rapid descents, endless business [...] REVOCATION - South

(I like everything that seems to TERMINATION - even better if the music is there - LOSS - even love can not exist without REVOCATION)

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In reality I speak of Wellington and Tongariro, but what I saw today is worth to be fixed before my disease, make me forget everything.
Then pretend to be in front of Mulholland Drive, forget that time is a linear concept and you will see that in the end everything will make sense (more or less).

This morning I went to Gisborne, a charming town full of palm trees, in the east coast.



Gisborne is famous for its fine weather and in fact , The heat was hallucinating again yesterday evening when I arrived, so that rather than shut myself up in a restaurant, I made the best hamburgers in the history of the hamburger (and I ate at the beach with your feet soaking in the ocean) in a I post in specially photographed the sign ....



(I swear that the name is random!)

leaving Gisborne, I took the infamous State Highway 35, which legends are told about how long it takes to follow it.
And I ended up literally in another world.
The East Cape is a border post.
feel it right away.
Meanwhile, there is only one road passing through it (note the SH35) and here there are not many tourists (except me, I will have met four gaunt surfers and a camper around) and this is the largest concentration of Maori in New Zealand, so that every couple of miles there is a marae ( place of worship and gathering Maori). And not in a tourist (as I have said happens in Rotorua), but just because there is real life.



above this is actually a church, but she also suffers from the inevitable cultural syncretism in the area (I have not photographed marae, being sacred because I'm always afraid of doing something bad).
on the beach I met an old Maori who want me to give part of the lobster, he began to explain the importance of the ocean and how the waves (he kept repeating waves, waves, not even know me), if you listen, you tell the meaning of life.

This part of the east coast is very different from the rest of New Zealand and has a mix of pride and decadent outpost of civilization on the anthology.



in fact, when you know it's hard to find gasoline, as well as supermarkets (actually very few) are struggling to be provided and civilization (let's talk) is at least 250-300 km, it is inevitable that the character of the place are affected





for us Europeans, I think it's a bit 'hard to understand ...
at the end of seats, so stubbornly kept isolated in Europe, perhaps, it does not exist anymore (except maybe some parts of Sardinia true).
The local people prefer to live in this state of decay apparent material and do not really want that this area be developed as the others.
If for the whites, the Maori people who have little desire to work, they respond that they do not keep us all to behave like Europeans, wherever they arrive, they use the earth to the end, reducing it to something useless and lifeless.
For Maori, it is important to take off their land, but more balanced than ours, on time and thinking of those who come after us (if you continue to take and take, what's left for the next generation?)



course, I love this place.

Besides all this philosophizing, I am, however, noticed in recent days that the number of sheep and, more importantly, lambs, around is falling drastically. At the same time, I see more trucks on several floors that smell of sheep, from which, every now and then, check a piece of an ear or nose. I know that woolly passengers are making their last trip to go to force-feed the mouths of Europeans who eat lamb Christmas.
But I can not think of a few days ago, those same lambs saw them jump happily grazing alongside their mothers ...
And will I have seen too many times babe Gallant Pig, but I guess I will not eat lamb for a while '...
Tomorrow morning I will try to get up an hour antediluvian to see the sunrise from the East Cape (one of the first places where the sun rises along the lines of the change of date). Knowing how little
gladly love to wake up early, do me good wishes.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

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, escape of 'soul, returning to the south, as it always comes back to love

My last day in the South Island was really fun. I was staying in a B & B run by an Italian couple (in NZ by 12 years), and I believe there is no need to specify the views in the political theme

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I have not missed the chance, then, to go with them to the Italian cooking school, which organize them for a small Kiwi interested in everything. You have no idea surreal experience ... first of all to hear a man exclaim, Italian, and truly believe impassioned topic (almost was talking about survival of the human species) "is more important Than gnocchi pasta" in the middle of a cooking class in a village unknown (Motueka ) of New Zealand, made me burst out laughing like an idiot and no one understood why. However "Gnocchi pasta is more important Than" will become one of my absolute must for ever.

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as absolutely hilarious to see the kiwi was struggling with the rising whites of eggs and, above all, to embed the dough.
NOT HAD AN IDEA, it seemed that they were mixing the mortar! In fact, this food is, inevitably, a big cultural difference between us and them. Maggiornaza for the kiwi, the mouth and must be filled because it is very important to the quality of what you eat and look at you as if you were a mad heretic if you explain that the egg whites should mix with patience and kindness (And almost love), and often they laugh in front of such statements.
They usually like to find everything ready (in supermarkets is anything flavored anything, frankly, sometimes with matching scorcentati) so that while I was in wine country Marlbourough a chick made me feel and a British girl an olive oil flavored with lemon (quiet, there were also among the orange and lime flavors available) for trying to sell. Result: The English went crazy with the usual (it's amazing, the best thing ever, so delicious, etc) and I've said that I suck with that stuff in Italy would never have happened, because really just take the oil , squeeze some 'lemon and mix with a fork (something that, to many idiots among my fellow countrymen or not requires thirty seconds thirty) and gives much better results. The two tizie I have looked without understanding, but oh well.

In the morning I had made a quick tour nell'Abel Tasman National Park, even though the weather was a bit 'painful, but when it is nice to be around the park on foot (it takes 3-5 days) must be a 'marvelous experience, as well as kayak

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after leaving the bed and breakfast I headed to Picton to catch the ferry for the North Island, but before I did the scenic Queen Charlotte Drive, which offers splendid views over the Marlborough Sounds





this last picture, shows you, from The beach that I found by chance by a path in the middle of nowhere.



obviously did not have a costume, but the water was so beautiful and not very cold that I jumped in his underwear! So much to share the beach with me or not there are 3 other humans, camped at a distance and two cute ducks. Here the ducks know that every human being carries with it food. In fact as soon as you see, you are close with no problems. So, I split my dinner (2 pieces of cake that!! I had left as a snack kindly) duck with her friends. Result: I ate a half slice of their one and a half! (But I felt like St. Francis in his underwear ... and this is priceless).
then I arrived in Picton where this absurd Christmas tree, reminded me that it's December. In my head, in fact, even though rationally I know it's December, and now it's summer, so every time I see some Christmas decorations around, I'm always a moment incredulos



while the ferry was approaching my



I do not deny that leaving the South Island, I felt terribly sad, as when you leave a friend who does not know when and if they see her again.
But then the landscapes crossed by ferry, the sound of the ship warned the thousands of sailing boats in the bay of dodge



's face that appeared from the translation of Saviano Gomorra (a guy who was reading) and 'i-pod they missed hit his momentary melancholy. In front of me was now north of the island, a territory yet to be discovered.
soon with tales of Wellington and Tongariro National Park (I know, I'm a little 'back).

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

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While white horses They will take me away ...

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The Golden Bay is the westernmost part of the northern coast of the South Island and is simply heaven on earth.
white sand beaches, emerald blue ocean and green vegetation, which seems almost to mock what is thick and lush.

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tides, in this place, make it absolutely dominates, but do not think

at low tide or high tide as seen in our small seas: hence the difference can be as more than 6 feet deep.
For example, on this beach (beach Wharariki)

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the part you see the white sand among the bushes, when there is high tide is completely covered by the sea (if you have good eyes, bottom right, you see the marks left by the waves while retired) and therefore can not be achieved, for example, up to here
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(another example of how the tides, these parts are truly mind-blowing in their power, you'll see shortly).

whole area of \u200b\u200bGolden Bay is famous as a haunt (and in many cases a withdrawal) of many artists, sculptors, potters, jewelry designers and creative minds in general have their workshops here. And it does not surprise me, because here you are well and seems to be a place born to foster creativity. As an example, you only need this unusual café

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Here the people are friendly as well as slightly naive, which makes (to me) just funny.
Indeed this place has a special nature, perhaps due to the fact that a few km from Takaka (the main town) are the Pupu Springs, which, besides being the largest freshwater springs in the country, holding the ' honor to have the clearer water in the world (perhaps there is one more clear in Antarctica, but I do not think I'm going to check). I had never seen before of natural sources and it has me really intrigued (I also shot some video that I will post back in Italy).
color need not describe it to you, you see yourself

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In Golden Bay, among other things, I went (for the first time in my life) riding on the beach and in the hills, my horse was called Bungle and had its own personality: while never wanted to be last, then just had the chance he stopped to eat grass (and do poo) and he was very intelligent , so that you know better than those who sat on him what was the best way to go. Of course, having the points in common (I am referring especially to the first two) are went immediately agree, so much so that I was not at all upset at the top of Bungle, even on land that never would have done even on my legs. Here
and wallow in the waters of Puponga Beach

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now look at the landscape in the background and compare it with this photo
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taken only 3 hours before (note the sea on which blacks are happily splashing Swan), just to re-emphasize the tides impressive (and I bungle we drowned).

These days I slept in a wooden cottage (fully eco-compatible), enjoying the sight

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and beyond. The other night, a group of freak, camped not far away, it is well placed to play the bongos (very good). Outside was a god, and since here there are no artificial lights, I saw the stars as I had ever seen (too bad I do not recognize the constellations because some are new and those I know are in reverse). The starry sky was so bright and made me exclaim "Oh Holy Lord."
Actually, the Golden Bay is a paradise.