New Zealand doesn't know what's about to hit it.

Hello all.  I have arrived in Christchurch New Zealand.  It was a grand total of 19 hours total on the plane, and I'm glad I don't have to deal with customs or security, or economy class again for at least a few months.  New Zealand is incredible and I've really only seen if from the window of the plane.  The north Island has jagged shore lines, and inland lakes the contrast green foliage, rolling hills, and a sudden uprise of mountains here and there.  It's crazy how the perspective on plane makes everything look so surreal.  I felt like I was looking down at an incredibly executed diorama.  The south island views reminded me a whole lot of colorado from the plane.  White capped mountains stretching past the arc of the globe, even at 35,000 feet.  Can't wait to go explore.  I think I will be doing my first road trip this Saturday, and I'll start acquiring pics of New Zealand.  I haven't really snapped any so far.

Rarotonga was incredible.  I met a ton of awesome people, and made memories for life in the short seven days I stayed.  I went on a cross island trek that started on the north side of the island and fed us out on the south side.  I think it was only like a 10k hike or something of that nature but we climbed 400m on the trek, and at the very top I could see the shoreline on the north and south side of the island.  It has been my favorite view so far.  If all goes well I will have the pics attached to this blog.  Unfortunately my camera ran out of batteries at the peak of the hike, so I missed out on the photo ops for the entire decent, including the water fall and pool at the end of the hike that we had a rather refreshing swim in.  Patricia (a french canadian bad ass) that I did the hike with has my back on those pics though, and I'll post the decent when I get them from her.  I also did the hike with a guy named Matt from Aukland, and a girl name Anita from Germany.

I also went sea kayaking and explored three of the four small islands just off the shore line of the main island.  I had my own private beach on one island that was inhabited with an army of hermit crabs.  One that I found looked like it could have been served for $39.99 at your closest Red Lobster, it was massive.  

I went deep sea fishing for the first time in my life.  We spent five hours on the water and circled the entire island.  We were targeting yellow fin tuna, but unfortunately we didn't hook anything.  I actually did get to reel something in though.  About forty minutes before we called it a day one of the rods hit, and i got to man the chair.  It was about a twenty minute fight, and felt like I was pulling up the ocean floor.  It didn't feel all that alive, but none the less I was enjoying struggling against what ever it was I was pulling in from the bottom of the ocean.  As my struggle came to an end and we looked to see what we had caught, disappointment set in as I managed to find the only piece of drift wood within 100 miles I think.  Oh well, at least I got to reel something in.

We went and shook our groove thang on the friday night I spent there and I danced so much that I had a sweat stain that would make Rocky Balboa jealous.  Needless to say Rarotonga got a heavy dose of rhythmic thrusts, mowers, sprinklers, and loved every second of it.  I was surrounded by beautiful women from around the world, drunk as shit off absinth (non-hallucinogenic kind) and beer, and gettin it.  What else could I ask for?  Virginia and Patricia have my back on those pics as well, and I'll post those when I get a chance as well.  

The last two days were filled with sunshine, sand and sunsets.  I almost missed my flight to New Zealand do to a slight oversight on my part about my departure and arrival date.  I was arriving in New Zealand on the 16th so had it in my mind that was when I was departing, but did not take into account the international date line.  In fact I was leaving Rarotonga on the 15th and arriving in New Zealand on the 16th, after just a 4 hour flight.  I went back to the future, just by crossing an imaginary line arbitrarily drawn on a map of our globe.  Isn't time funny.  One of the grandest illusions man kind has ever tried to measure and master.  In New Zealand Colorado is 6 hours ahead of our time, but a day behind us.  So right now it is 5:15 pm yesterday in colorado.  Meaning right now it is 11:15am a day ahead of you as I write this.  I guess I shouldn't just limit this to colorado readers though.  I hope to acquire international followers as my travels progress.  

I've decided to try and master an accent while I'm here so I can use its magical powers on the women back home when I return.  I can't decide if I want to go for Kiwi, Aussie, South African or British, nor do I know if my brain will ever be able to differentiate between them, but I think if I just form a hybrid the girls back home won't really be able to call me on my bluff unless I'm really bad at it.  Well this entry feels like it is turning into a Tolstoy novel so I shall bid you fair well.  Cheers for stopping by (not sure if I even used cheers correctly there but I'm working on my jargon).  Until the next time.