... almost. Only a five minutes walk from my new home is the Coastal Walkway of the Burrard Inlet.
April 25, 2010
April 20, 2010
Good bye, Auckland!
Time to catch the plane back to Canada. After 13 hours of uninterupted and smooth commute I landed in Vancouver, and got picked up by my car dealer in my own new-used vehicle.
Now I am staying with friends in their basement for another week while waiting for my stuff to arrive from Calgary. After a quick power nap I met with my landlord and got the keys for my new apartment in Port Moody. The underground parking lot that comes with it is big enough for one car and two motorcycles! And there was actually a Honda two-wheeler parked just left of my spot. I take that as a good sign. Afterwards I did some grocery shopping, and finally called it a day.
Looking forward to move into my new place and actually have a real place that I can call home.
And praying that the company won't send me back too soon... Winter is coming soon to New Zealand, and the house that I was staying in didn't have a decent heating system (except you would find plugging in an oil heater decent...)
April 10, 2010
Another weekend, another tour. This time: The Coromandel! Even more windy roads, even more paradise beaches... Here is a glimpse of what I have enjoyed today.
Hot Water Beach - dig your own spa!
But... it's the second dangerous beach in NZ.
Near Cathedral Cove - while there are busloads of tourists, I find serenity on a gravel road.
Slipping and sliding on the 309 to Coromandel (town)
At Waiau waterfall
And today's two-wheeled related content:
Hang 'em High? What has this bike done to deserve this?
Or maybe it's an anti-theft device.
Eye-candy: The Coromandel East Coast
Mooring in Coromandel, just find a spot and tie it down.
Excellent roads! Let it roll!
Along the Coastline
The one-way bridge back to the Mainland.
Another 400km added to the odometer.
April 05, 2010
Here's the turning point, and the usual stop for a refreshing drink, before the two-wheelers that I had met before would return to do the twisties again.
And then the eerie part begins: ghost towns, gravel roads, a weird one-lane tunnel that is on the verge of break-down and several one-lane bridges to cross... all I met on this part of the road was a beemer (GS of course...). I slowed down to let him pass, and not throw any debris in his direction and he thanked me with a quick nod, otherwise busy keeping his motorcycle straight.
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