New zealand: Phase Twelve - Raglan to the Remnants and Reminiscences

It was a cold, windy night in Raglan - pretty much what you would expect for a New Zealand night, however we awoke to a lovely sunrise in beautiful Raglan. A quick brekky and a quick drive around the area and on to achieve our goal for the day - drive all the way through Auckland, and all the way up the west coast to Waipoua. The day was going to be tough.

The first half of the day was taken up by driving through the outer suburbs of Auckland, the inner suburbs of Auckland, the centre of Auckland some more inner suburbs of Auckland, and then finally the other outer suburbs of Auckland. Needless to say, Auckland is quite pretty for a city (much prettier than Sydney, although how hard is it to look better than a horse's testicle?). As we travelled north it became noticeably warmer; more of a Sydney like temperature.

Our first touristy stop was the Kauri Museum. Being a museum employee, I was deeply impressed by this place. It had enough hands on thingys, readable information, tangible experiences, and those things that make you go 'woah' to keep me happy for hours. I also got a little lost and disoriented which is also a sign of a good museum. Except if it were a map making museum. Then it would suck.

Lots of the Kauri harvesting was done by Dalmatians, hence the movie 101 Dalmatians with that dirty transvestite, Glen Close, didn't make much sense. What a hag. I didn't really understand why the movie didn't feature more tree chopping by Yugoslavians, instead it was about spotty puppie dogs? Oh well, the Yanks can't get everything right. *cough* Iraq *cough cough*

After the museum we drove on north to our last vancamping spot in the Kauri forest at Waipoua. It was a beautiful place to be for our last night on the road, the last remaining pocket of Kauri forest in the entire country. Just being out for one evening, trying to write my journal with the clouds of mosquitoes, sand flies and other bities makes you realise how tough it must have been for the white pioneers of the area. Luckily I could crawl back inside for a ginantonic and a beer and watch a DVD. What a pack of pussies.

The journal that I have been transcribing from (and taking liberties with) for the past year takes on a more reflective and melancholic feel. It was our last night in the wild, and the last time we would sleep in little GPS, our faithful van. Every now and then I think I catch a whiff of GPS, only to realise that it is a woman wearing cheap perfume and no deodorant.

I sat out there with my family to be, reminiscing, and reflecting on humanity in general - from the conspicuously inconsiderate to the incredibly patient and forgiving - and hoping that we would turn out 'just fine' and that our little boy or girl would get to appreciate and feel the would as we felt it.