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Just got a warm reception from one of these:
48
Suntem in intarziere dar, in apararea noastra nu noi suntem de vina, ci tara asta. In asteptarea unui post mai serios, 48 de ore pe coasta de vest (saptamana trecuta) pornind de la rainforests pana la ghetari.
We’re late posting but, in our defense, it’s not us it’s this country. Awaiting a longer post here’s 48 hours on the west cost (last week) from rainforests to glaciers.
Milford Sound or Nature, F&*! Yeah
Contrary to popular belief, the apocalypse will be wet, cold and beautiful.
In ciuda credintelor populare apocalipsa va fi uda, rece si foarte frumoasa.
We almost literally set sail, minus the sail, to what was advertised as:
Ne-am ridicat panzele, aproape la propriu dar fara panze, spre Milford Sound care in reclame arata asa:
instead we got treated to this:
in loc de asta, am primit:
In between, we got wet, scared of capsizing and back to worshiping the elemental forces. We were surrounded by mountains blanketed in waterfalls. Water pouring from the mountains towards us, covering slick glacier carved walls. When that was not enough, waterfalls streaming up or sideways in mad wars with the wind that pushed the boat around. I’ll let the images speak:
Intre timp am fost udati, speriati ca o sa ne scufundam si reintorsi la a venera fortele elementale fundamentale. Munti acoperiti in intregime de cascade aruncandu-se pe pereti drepti sapati in roca neagra de un fost ghetar. Apa siroind in general dinspre munti spre noi, dar de multe ori in sus, in lateral sau in orice directie o ducea razboiul dement cu vantul. In mijlocul spectacolului, nava noastra, irelevanta. O sa las imaginile sa vorbeasca.
On the drive away we still got treated to this:
Pe drumul inapoi am mai avut parte de asta:
and because nature is just awesome, parrots!
si pentru ca natura nu-si terminase showul, papagali!
Abel Tasman sau vaslasii lenesi/Abel Tasman or the lazy rowers
Cristina e pe jumatate galbena, pe dea-ntregul uda. Eu ma lupt abitir cu directia si carma. Marea pe care incercam sa ne pastram echilibriul mai are putin si face misto de noi.
Cam asta e fost povestea primei jumatati de zi din Abel Tasman. No pain, no gain sau mai bine spus, pain, some gain asa ca la jumatatea drumului ne-am oprit pe o insula locuita decat de pasari locale si cateva foci. Un fel de Robinson Crusoi in kayak si pelerine de ploaie. Am mai vaslit inca vreo ora apoi pana la plaja unde ne-am oprit de tot si ne-am bucurat de conservele noastre de fasole. Si de mare:)
Cristina has turned an interesting shade of yellow and she is wet and salty. I struggle to keep our direction. The sea on which we try to keep our precarious balance is on the verge of laughing at us.
This is, in brief, the first half day in Abel Tasman. No pain no gain or, better, pain, some gain. We stopped half way on an uninhabited island except for birds and the occasional seal. We were like Robinson Crusoe except with kayaks and rain gear. From here we rowed for one more hour and settled on a beach determined to stop with the kayaking and get to our bean cans.
Restul de o zi jumatate si 17km s-au declinat intre padure, mare, pasari si insecte. Si inca o portie de conserve. Ne-am plimbat pe o plaja pustie, sub luna aproape plina, cu zgomotele padurii la cativa metrii. Clisee cu picioare in nisip. Ne-am lasat inspectati de bondari, muste de nisip si, mult mai placut, de pasari curioase si deloc timide.
The rest one and a half day, 17 km gently rolled between temperate rainforest, the sea, birds and insects. We walked on a deserted beach under moonlight with the night sounds of the forest a few meters away. Walking cliches. We got thorough inspections by bumblebees, sandflies and, much more pleasant, curious and definitely not shy birds.
Munte, padure, mare – repeta asta pentru 50km si ai Abel Tasman. Am facut in total cam jumatate.
Mountain, rainforest, sea – repeat for 50km and you get Abel Tasman. We saw about half.
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