not GMO cows...

this is not a nuclear explosion (it's better ...) but a nice sunset











































A week end on the Wharariki Beach

let's go to the beach...
(PS (for Justin ) do you remind the NUDE beach ?)

on a canoo trip by the tasman national park

Is'nt it ,????

the next mornings wiew

it's heavently nice

my house for this night in the middle of nowhere
















there's no heater but at lest no wind either
Humid and cold i will not sleep correctly all the night but ... hey that's adventure...










hi guys yes i know a long time has gone by since the last time but hey... i'm still alive.



and here are my last stories, since Australia i cycled from Christchurch to Takaka (N.Z) (pictures lost ... SORRY) to my (old) friends pete & moni where i spend a nice time kayaking, sunbathing cycling (yep cycling again) and fisching, unfortenatly i didn't catch a fisch so i had to eat mussels 3 days long (for breakfast, noon and diner ...) on a beach i don't hide you i was happy to turn back into the civilisation ... then i tavelled to the Cobb Valley to see a bit of nature ... in fact only the way up there has been really hard with all my luggage on a gravel road and 8 kms of 10% .



As i came to the top, totally exausted, walking and pushing my bike for the last 3 kms with no more power in my leggs, cold and wet, the dusk brock in and i decided to spend my night in a little information house with a strong cold snowy wind outside ( for a few hours i had the good feeling to still alive...). But i had at least a nice wiew the next morning with snow on the mountains just over my hed sunnshine and cold ........ And now i had to go back cos' i've got cold enought for the two next weeks...

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and now , guys i'm back in chch. with a sun burn on my face (cos' of to much surfing) like i didn't have one since ages but happy i enjoyed what i enjoyed...

come back for the next adventure to see how fred crossed the southern alps ...

take care

australian Pink Horn...










a kind of ... yep that's right...











a tipically australian Swan...






























don't remember the name...




































don't remember the name but it sounds like a monkey ...































had no time to ask ... had to run for my life...

my family in australia
from left to the right
Michael
Marcel the father
Petra the mother
Madae (his birthday is the 13. of march... just like me ... good boy...)
a great family thanks guys





the mother is away ... the father forgot telling her we're going to the beach ...but he's got a funny way to let her know where we are ...
















is that not a nice stand up... well... for almost a relatively long time for me...









surfing in australia on elisabeth beach

on the chch. airport...
















the same boat...











the sky tower...












welcome to SYDNEY
this time it's another boat...

so here i am ... after 3500 kms

and that has been the waterfall ... lovely isnt it

dangerous waters....

and then i came down to Wellington to a nice familly where i spended a few days without (well praticly without ) cycling

















concentration befor the last big hill in fact after all it has not been as BIG just dangerous because of the bad drivers (wich are in constantly growing number ... becoming more stupid aswell...) the wind ( sometimes strong up here and its power is even multiplied in the courves)
i would not cycle it again ... to dangerous guys if you are up here to cross on one or the other side ... take the train it's saver...











after that i had to begin the trip to my last destination on the north island...

and than GUYS ... try to get your lips around that ... the longest place name of the world... yes even of the entire universe















i always knew ... we are not alone ... but i didn't now they are driving cars aswell













a nice dog liking cycler ( witch is the most of the time unlikely)


















and than i had to climb bib mountains and to cross big rivers untill Napier but not on the highway, cos' in a bad day, when everything goes wrong, the car drivers and especially the truckers would be able to kill a pushbyker like a possum on the road so.... i choised the hilly roads nice and quite but like the name says it ...HILLY... And after my last big hill just befor Napier a car stopped on the side of the road... it hsa been brigitte and frank ( unfortunally he hasn't been here for the picture) and an hour later i have been in a nice house with a lovely garden and had a LOVELY meal... thanks guys (they belong to the cycler familly aswell ...)

the FIRST picture with my NEW camera ... cool isn't it

and now guys lets have a minute of silence ...just befor entering the nice town of Hawai... yes Hawai in New Zealand ( i'm not bull shiting you ...)... my picture camera decided to leave me alone , thats why ,and i'm sorry, you won't see any pictures from there until Gisborne... it's not my fault sorry again it has been beautyfull but ... come see yourself...














bayof plenty..











Mount whanganui

further down mount manguanui...














...after what i landed on mister cooks landing from 1769 (only 20 years after we had a big changing beginning in france, but that's an other story...)...

and a nice water falls on the old highway (Gravel road ) going from coromandel town to whitianga

















nice hills ... not to bad...

















with a few nice beaches...












direction the coromandel peninsula...













and than i cyycled away from auckland ...