Klucz Seryjny Do Mount I Blade 1.010

Nella terra di mezzo in spalla

New Zealand is giving me just what I aspettavo.I backpacker after Auckland revelers are entirely disappeared leaving room for genuine travelers who travel to see the world, people and 'much more' hospitable and kind compared to Australians and their accent and 'more' easy to understand. Also I can make good passes from New Zealand without problems, which makes me seem to be a story of Kerouac or Chatwin

The first leg of my journey after Auckland and 'Thames, a small town, there' nothing if not a supermarket and two pubs some fast food (they are everywhere! go even in the worst god-forsaken place you can be sure that Subway and McDonald's and Burger King will not fail!), starts right now, I ask directions to the hostel to the right person who offers it to give me a ride, it's called Mike will have 'some sixty years or so, driving the tow truck when it stops in front of the hostel told me that a machine 10km after charging the city 'and that I can make a tour of the coast in exchange for a hand. Brings me back to the hostel after an hour, we loaded a battered car of a couple then we re-downloaded the same people in a house in the bush ...
Even the hostel and 'fantastic: comfortable and accommodating as few others.
I ask the owner advice on how to reach and climb the Pinnacles, the only reason why I came right here, the lady I am speaking with a German couple who has a car and promises me a ride to the next morning. They do not, they will disappear without telling me anything ... Assholes.

also know Hadrien, a French boy who was first in New Caledonia and now was waiting for some friends joined him, I go with him to watch the match of the tri (so you write ') nations and decides to follow the next day on the pinnacles.
E 'was him my salvation when I realized we had left on foot: I saw that another French boy of the hostel had a car and I sent it to hitch a ride, and' was so good that he convinced Etienne, the owner of the car, coming on top of us so well to have a passage for the return.

Back from climbing the hostel was no longer 'a room for us, I did check out because I did not think to stop to sleep but fatigue forced me to spend a second night in Thames, we had to be satisfied with the room they were painting, not bad for a voucher for only a bit of smell of paint ...

I place myself in gear and reach Rotorua, the thermal zone that is located in the mouth of an extinct volcano, yet another one from Lonely Planet mollatami now that I do not read to find out where to stay, but only to know what 's the place where you go, but apparently I should stop using it.

Rotorua, or as the Kiwis call Roto-Vegas in my opinion no reason why 'lets suppose that this nickname is a place full of casinos' or with a buzzing nightlife, it looks like a city at night 'ghost. The area 'still interesting, the city' is inside the mouth of a huge volcano in the parks and there are pools of hot water or boiling mud and geysers, and even there 'a sprinkling water every morning exactly at 10.30 (it would seem a miracle of nature were it not that we throw into the soap to create the spray). I also got to see a sad spectacle that most Maori 'reminded me of a school play.

Hastily abandoning the disappointing Rotorua Taupo to another small town that always lies within the mouth of a volcano, and also 'in a lake. Give up the backpack and walked to the first hostel for Huk falls after 1.30h walk by the river I reach the narrow gorge that forces the river to become faster and lead in a small lake with a jump of about ten meters. After losing a few minutes to contemplate all at once I get back on the march in the direction of Craters of the Moon. Along the road to the craters of the moon a couple of treviso I had met just before the falls will stop and offer me a ride. This tourist destination is very reminiscent Te Puia, which I visited yesterday, but no geyeser. Again with the pair of Treviso, after a few minutes of indecision, I headed to a series of pools of thermal water that, unfortunately, are closer to that in Rotorua Taupo. In the past half hour drive to Wai-Po-Ta (I do not think you write so well but I do not remember) I was already considering the various options to return to Taupo:
bus no they do not start by bus to Taupo,
hitchhiking, not on this road I invest if I try to hitchhike
the end the best idea was to put me to pull up to Rotorua and take a night bus to Taupo. But I was lucky, just like they said they wanted to do a good deed and I have kindly taken back to my accommodation for the night, thanks to them I was able to enjoy a beautiful day and also a part of New Zealand that would otherwise ignored ...

The next day in the morning we depart towards Wellington, the starting point for the South Island ...