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Auckland, July 4, 2004
Day of constant rain in Pahia, my shoes have reached the point of no return and now suck water from all sides. Definitely it's time to change but since I have in front of the dry tropical Bali and Australia do not think I will do '. The cowboy 'simply via Bali, scatter' a photo of farewell, and I'll buy 'a pair of slippers in Kuta with the hope of not having to wear shoes for a few months.

The hitch is, and 'confirmed the best means of transport in New Zealand, leading quickly to Omapere, on the west coast, where I went to do WWOOFing in a house on the hill.
Instead of working outdoors I have dedicated myself to do the site ( www.nzanity.co.nz ) for the business to Louis, a former hippie, who produces and sells them to puzzles in the shop of the forest and on the Internet.
I spent five days immersed in nature, seen through the window, at a computer.
When the time has given a little break, I visited the beaches and forests of the area, really from the film.
The rest 'was an orgy of eating and television.
So the WWOOFing is reconfirmed as an excellent way to break out a little tour and see 'the reality' local. And do not spend a penny.

At the end of five days, I did bring in two steps into the street and I found myself in Auckland.
Step one: truck driver delivering bread and milk and gives me sweets (the expiration).
Step two: thirty-shear sheep which leads me to Auckland from her sister and I offer you, 'and biscuits made by Japanese living there.

If you have to go turn it hitchhiking in New Zealand.

I close the report, saying one thing disappoint 'the tourists a lot: I have not seen kiwis.

Paihia, Northland, New Zealand June 26, 2004
He landed in Auckland and a victim of jet lag ("Jet lag intrippamento" Zingarelli seconds) it took me three days before I realized something and get out of town '. Never mind 'cause I was looking at me in a hostel in the World Cup games, including Italy, in the company of Danish and English.
Good thing the hostel, once solved the problem of safety with a safe at reception, rest and 'pleasant. We sleep together, eat together, drink a beer together ... so it seems to stay in Taize ' without the religious aspect.
On the second day I decided to make the woofer ( wwoof.org ) and I have spent 20 euros to register and get a list of organic farms where they work 4 hours a day in exchange for room and board (see report of 2000 in Australia). Unfortunately, everyone I've called I wanted so I decided that if the job runs with Muhammad, what the hell we going to do the work Muhammad?
In honor of my glorious past as a hitchhiker on European roads middle europe (beautiful 'is sentence) and in honor to my portfolio that holds us to a little' respect and, moreover, given the prices of bus Kiwis (from New Zealand) I decided to polish your thumb and get back on-the-road, no time that only and 'that makes a big hitch.
This morning so I checked out and walked toward the bus stop. "But that 'this is to say, did not have to hitchhike?". Yes, but you need to know that the real hitchhiker's old school and knows that 'always difficult to get out of town' and something worth investing in a good place to place. In fact, $ 8 an hour later I was placed beside the beautiful Northern motorway, directed towards the future and hopeful in the goodness' of these premises of the antipodes.
Thus, support for the backpack, pull out my left thumb (drive on the wrong side), a car passes, it passes and then a third one that stops. We start well.
It 'a guy in his thirties who asks me how much respect. I tell him that I had just started and tells me that he sometimes has to wait half an hour! 'Azz, I say, half an hour and' a great time in Europe. Hmm ... I guess I will not be 'hard to turn the NZ hitchhiking.
At one point he pulls out his cell phone and call:
- "Hello Mom, I'm coming, I am with a hitchhiker, you can prepare for him?"
We start very well, I think. Unless both the famous manic dell'autostop I never had the pleasure of knowing.

I brought home, smiling the whole family, all have been in Italy and (they say "the" or "liked them '?) And' liked, I eat with bread and cheese (they call it lunch, but I can complain ?) and before you go tell me to come back to visit them if I can sleep there 'needs.
We start very well.

Dylan, my benefactor, I am back on the street and I leave it to hitchhikers. While hitchhiking I can think of in the middle of the night he received a text message to Bob, my old adventures hitchhiking and Europe, and I write that I'm on the side of the road, like the old days, sure you have struck a chord of nostalgia a married man in his soul.

At one point I was approached by a Maori (native New Zealand, the bad with all the tattoos on the face and body) came out of nowhere, or perhaps by a car in the distance.
- "Where are you going?" He shouts from afar.
- "The Bay of Islands, Paihia," as it approaches
- "Oh .. and 'neighbor, a few kilometers"
I look at him and see his tattoos. He does not smile, but does not seem to want to bite.
According but 'my map are at least 50 km.
- "Enough that they basically 'go left and walk'
According to my map, and 'straight.
I'll show. He looks and says:
- ".. Mmm .. ah yes, and 'far away'.
A great, I think, should make the City Guide.
I wonder if I want to give a jerk or not.
- "OK, good luck," and walks away.
I see him move away wondering what he wanted. In the car and go 'in the other direction.
Mystery.

The sun begins to set and beginning to think that I have a tent, and that if someone does not stop soon I'm in trouble.
They spend another five minutes and stops a guy who brings me straight in Paihia, making a detour of 20 km for me.
He, too cute, and that he 'was in Italy.
I go to the hostel, chatting with recepsionista of Monaco of Bavaria, go to the grocery store and walk past the bus hostel in Auckland, later to see if there are Danes slack and find them in your room to sleep.
They had started the morning from the hostel, we had shared the room. You agree to make dinner.
I go to the supermarket and an Indian South African children with wife 8 starts talking to me. They too have been to Venice.
We stay in front of the refrigerator 20 minutes of the milk, then leaves with the harem, I buy milk and tomato paste and I'm going back to the hostel.
First day to hitchhiker I can not complain.