Marchish 2009 Auckland City, NZ
After my ride around the East Cape, I bused in to Auckland City, where I was whisked away to a lovely home of my dad's good friend Paul, and his mother Kari. It was just a moment before we set off for an 80's party where there was two spits- one for pig and one for a lamb. It was hard to tell the costumes from the regualar wear, as many attendees dressed up as I have seen on the road- you know, men in work shorts, tall socks and boots? Was this a costume or not? It was a very funny and active night, dancing to Abba, Foriegner and Hall and Oats among the various wigs, sunglasses and unitards.
I spent a couple of well rested days in the company of Paul and Kari. I quickly realized (again) and how misinformed I am in the areas of nutrition and home-making. Since Kari is from Norway, which is where my great-grandmother is from, she stepped in to guide me in the making of traditional meatballs. Having missed out on bonding or learning basically anything from my own grandparents (and probably most people who ever tried to impress upon basic life skills), I had fun with Kari as we prepared the dinner. For an older lady, she is surprisingly sprightly and spunky. From what I could gather through her thick accent, she is well-travelled including cycle touring.
With a bit of home-y feelings in my soul, I packed up just the basics for a 5 day tour around the Coromandel Peninsula. I wont be camping, rather staying hostels, and thus with a lighter load may be able to go a little faster and farther. Anyway, should be back by next weekend in time hopefully for another strange party and in time to get off to...New Caledonia?
Until the next blog post, see if you can figure out where this place is...Prize to anyone who has either heard of it and knows where it is located.
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