Home Again... Home Again...

It seemed fitting, my last few days in NZ were a bit rainy- just like how the whole adventure started. Though it didn't seem to put a damper on my days. After sailing in Pahia I headed south to Whangarei (remember... that WH sounds like F to us) and stayed in a remote hostel very close to a series of caves in the area. As excited as I was to do a bit of exploring in the caves, it didn't happen. Due to the rain, it wasn't highly recommended and I thought it best that I live through my last few days to be able to catch the 12 hr flight home, rather than forever be stuck inside a wet, mucky cave on the other side of the world. Instead, I opted to walk down to a Kauri tree forest and over to the local waterfall. I wasn't at all disappointed. The Kauri trees are huge, towering trees often used for lumber and furniture. It's really a shame as they are so magnificent and live well beyond our lifespan. Luckily there are a few areas that protect them, and though I wasn't able to make it over to see the really big guys... I was dutifully impressed by the ones I saw. With the help of the rainy, misty day and the walkways through the jungle type forest... it was a magical feeling walking under those immense trees.

I then followed the trail along to the Whangarei Falls (proclaimed to be the most photographed falls in NZ). Since it was such a bright spot on the tourist trail, I wasn't expecting the awe inspiring feeling I felt standing under this waterfall. They were definitely the most magical falls I've ever seen, and as my approach was from the trail (vs the car park up above) I came upon the lush tropical oasis from more of a non-touristy angle. I half expected an elf to pop out from behind the rush of water.

The next day I was lucky enough to catch a ride back to the Auckland airport with some Swiss kids (one of them bearing such a striking resemblance to my dear friend Hans that I felt like I saw him as well). And really- nothing beats an overnight 12 hour flight in coach across the globe so... (actually there are quite a few things that I can think of, but I'm trying to be positive here..)

Though there truly is nothing like seeing the bright smiling faces of your sister-in-law and nephews greeting you on the other end. So it was all worth it.

I spent a couple days in SLC with my brother and his family and now I'm back in good 'ol Lan-diego kickin' it with the rents for a few days before my travels head westward. Next stop... Jacks-angelezz...