But before heading to the south I went to
see the little free conservation center. A kind of oppen
parc with some cage and a garden or a prison (that depend
of the point of view) for some endemic species. Mainly
parrots. A good work from the departement of conservation
who tried to expand the number of this species that
has been reduce by as the Europeen arrived.
Well I took the "desertic" road brings me
to some very undrived places. I think I
never drived such a long time without to see any human
beeing. Some times I stoped but the only live will be
some cheap and birds. At this kind of place you better
not have any car problems. Some of the house where just
abondonned to the cheap and the dears.
On the afternoon I arrived to the sea. That s always
a big pleasure to see it again, the big ocean, with
his grace and power. Time for a break, time for a sunset.
Something very special was going on on this beach. First
of all, no bottle, no pollution...clean big sandy beach
with the particularity of multitude of different collored
stones that the wave waves shaped as smooth as a woman
skin. Green, red, some with lines, some with dots, some
again pink and black, and yellow. Incredible diversity.
A open mine for the people who can read the chemical
composiion of this elements. The coast in contrast to
the smooth angle beach is dramaticaly shaped. Like a
nife in the butter, the wind and the waves cut slowly
the coastline into a C shaped form. The sun go down
and I make my way to my new panoramic sleeping place.
I decide to go to a lighthouse. On the way I stopped.
It was dark and I could see one sign. I put my gear
on neutral, put my handbreak but as I went out I had
a strange feeling. Something was moving AAAAHHH the
car....I begun to run after but as I did , the door
that I left open begunn to close. I run between but
as I did that I touch the button that close the door
on the driver position so that all rest of the car closed.
I was still between the door and the set and with a
one try jump I arrived to the seat and put my feet to
the break. The car stoped. I begun to laugh. I could
realy have been here with a car that runs with light
and everything, but not driver inside and the best of
it I outside waiting to find a way to get into MY car
in the middle of the night of nowhere. Since that time,
when I stopped for few sec or min, I always put my key
in my pocket and let a window open.
Well finaly I arrived to my lighthouse after about 15
km out of the mainroad. Took my lunch in the dark where
just the breaking wave and the lighthouse could told
me I m close to the sea. Then played a little accords
lying on my bed head out of the window, looking to the
stars.
Next morning...waoooow. I wake up with this pink sunrise...Very
strange...This place was a poem. And if I was talented
to write I will write it down. But with so much IF I
can t
After my traditional nesquik and nutella breakfast
I made my way behind the lighthouse, put my footprints
in the sand where nobody did and enjoyed the nature
and peacefull place. On the dune the grass was interupted
with a kind of gallery. I walked through, walked and
stopped in front of what could be a dead cow ! But it
could be dead because I could hear something breathing.
And sudently the animal moved his head to me. A big
and giant mamal with fin. Exactly to say a Hooker Sea
Lyon. His big eyes where pointing me. My curiosity was
again recompensed with this unexpected meeting. I was
just one meter of him and when this pinniped was bored
of me (wich took less than 10 seconds) he put his head
back to the grass and get into his long sleep back.
Slope Point.
I quit my lovely lighthouse and went to the southest
point of New Zealand s SouthIsland. Again nobody. I
had done in one month the northest and the southest
points. That stopover was fast. I seat again behind
my car and get a ride to Kaka. Strange name for a town.
And strange town. When you enter, the first sign is
the Kaka sign the second that followed is a sign of
a woman bringing her daughter to the toilet. What s
going on here ? Is that a joke ?
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