Auckland blues setting in.

But epic weekends make up for it.

A bunch of us took a trip on down to Rotorua – in a van of all things. Got in late, traffic etc, stopping at a couple of little places. We went to a little Irish pub and I got a Guinness to celebrate the Canadian St. Patrick’s day, an excuse to buy a much to expensive beer. It was all good. I slept in the van. Pushed down the seats and had some queen size bed action going on.

Woke up early the next day to go whitewater rafting off a 7 meter waterfall. I was pretty excited. And it was pretty exciting. We were a perfect match, me and the raft and the river. I thought my adrenaline would go but it stayed, and in between the waterfalls it was pretty tame, the raft was just bouncing around. I kind of wish it was more physically challenging but in the end I did raft over a 7 meter waterfall. So it’s all good, yo.

So that’s what I had for breakfast, I had some pies for lunch. Then we decided to do the zorb thing, I figure I’ve spent more money on things that last half as long (ZING!!) and purchased a ticket to roll down a hill in a plastic ball filled with water. It was fun. My friend Taylor and I did it together (ZING!!) and I wanted to run the whole way down, but he fell before we started and tripped me. I hope you are reading this Taylor. When you are about to make a move on a good looking lass I’m going to trip you right there. That’s how important that zorbing was to me.

But I got over it. And joined a gang. West side.

Decided to then check out the Rotorua thermal shit. We were walking around that park like no one’es business, watching mud boil from the ground and little ponds practically on fire. It was like leisurely walking around on a volcano, a couple of us dove into the pools just to see if we could bear it. We could. I actually took a relaxing boiling mud bath. Rotorua stank up a storm. The air had a nice sulfur tinge.

THEN we went to Mount Maunganui, where I got my surfboard, but sadly I didn’t bring my board, so I rented one. And surfed on it.]

Back to Rotorua, bottle of wine, and a sleep in my queen sized bed van.

Switched cars in the morning, we were on a quest to go on a big hike, but that didn’t pan out and we ended up back in Raglan, where once again surf boards were rented, and surf boards were surfed. Stellar, brah.

Can’t get enough of that surfin’, heading back to the Mount this weekend by my lonesome to get some mad surf skillz.

Peace and love.