zealand

the next morning was fucking freezing. all of the outside surfaces were covered with white frost and waiting for sun to thaw them. i managed to pick all of my things and tryied to wait outside until the sun starts shine properly. there were nearly no signs of it until it pulled itself from behind the roof. it was lovely to feel its power. we said goodbye to each other. girls went hitch hiking and colombian cyclist went to catch a bus to wanaka. it would be too easy to do it with a bus as he did. i wanted to make it from twizel to omarama take a bus over the lindis pass and cycle again from tarras. to be honest lindis pass is 33 kms up the hill all the time and it’s winter so ‘wake up’ i would like to survive. ride to omarama was more then flat and straight. no clouds no wind. i made those 34 kms around until half past one. then i waited for about 20 minutes and took a bus to tarras for 22 dollars. it was worth it. i took one hour by bus to get over the lindis pass (974 meters at the highest point of the road). i don’t remember anything as i fell asleep immediately after i’ve got in. words of the driver to wake me up by shouting my name from the loudspeakers was the next thing i remembered. due to this i was able to make continue on my way to wanaka. tarras consists of a one school, caffeteria and a 4 square shop. 1km after this settlement road junction tells you to take the road right towards wanaka. 31 kms to final destination. it’s quite flat ride with few gentle hills and going down and up to clutha river. then there is about 1 km quite steep hill before entering wanaka plateau. there is war museum with tanks outside and some planes inside the building around airport. i’ve never seen any war museum being so high in the mountains then this. nez zealand’s army has to be really proud to have this thing over here. there are another 5 kms to wanaka mostly going down the hill. it was getting dark and i had to activate my lights. just before entering wanaka there starts cyclist route. i’ve met some fellow cyclist who’ve told me that my light batteries in the back of the bike are about to die and my visibility due to this fact is almost zero. i was really uncomfortable with this fact and quickly managed to join the cyclist route. when i’ve arrived to the city centre there wasn’t much to seen because it was completely dark. some yougsters told me to go to base backpackers. it was full with young ppl and i’ve asked for yha hostel just after reaching the reception. the lady manager was very professional and asked me what sort of price am i looking for. i’ve explained my situation with expensive internet there and she understood my problem very well. without much more to say i was given the map and navigated to my hostel. i’ve got on the first street left an asked at the reception of bbh backpackers. there was my friend colombian as well and two hitch hiking girls. he asked me what sort of machine i am that i made it here on the bike. i’ve happily explained my cheat with a bus but still those 67 kms done today. i’ve then signe in to the hostel and fell asleep in very very cold room. i was there. not having much money and that cold outside i decided to stay one more day and end up my mission here. i wanted to get back to chrischurch to get some work as guys in the room told me that there was no work back in queenstown and that they’ve made it here from there. well what could i have done about it? nothing. i had some contact of two czechs living aroun that place for some time. snowboarder girl and traveler with quite big car. after the meeting in his car we talked some general bullshit and went to do some fireshow on the beach. there was exact time for it and we then headed to have a jug of ugly beer. in shooters bar or something like that.

the next thing was to make a ‘last supper of god’. new world had some competetive prices of some vegies so i’ve just added some minced and serverd with potatoes. hmmm.

this is the very end of my traveling…probably..