The Rest of the North Island

So it has been too long since my last post, I know, I know, but we have been doing so much that I haven't had enough time to tie my shoes, let alone go on the internet.

I left you in Taupo as I recall, which were two uneventful days due to weather, but the nights were a different story... but we won't get into that. All I'll say is that the Holy Cow never saw it come'n!

From Taupo we drove to River Valley, which is a little, secluded lodge in the middle of no where. There I played a round of golf at their little pitch and putt that made the Los Feliz course look like Pebble Beach. Megan and Laura rode horses along the river, I was going to, but it had been a while since I cursed the golf gods, I thought it was time to rekindle our old relationship. I came in third, but I came within half a meter of hitting a sheep, which I thought was way more satisfying.

From River Valley we headed to Wellington, the capital city of the Kiwis. We stayed here for two nights, though the first was filled with mixed emotions, half the bus we had become mates with over the past week and a half were leaving the next morning. We stayed out way to late, drank way to much, and parted ways only fitting for the traveling companions. We explored the city the next day... after sleeping in and taking aspirin of course.

Wellington was our last stop in the North Island and the second morning we were on the ferry to start our South Island expedition!

First stop: Nelson...