wild pigs in the east cape?

napier, that's where we've just got today, after four long days of struggling with the muddy tracks of lake waikaremoana, an extremely scienic and misterious place, where christmas spirit evaporated into the misty air as we were following the path, hoping to spot a wild pig or a deer within the thickness of the forest...
the remoteness of the place together with its magic made all of us people doing the trek somehow closer, time seemed to have stretched so that by the end i felt as if i'd been there for ages...now being back among people does make me feel a bit panicky, that's why our next destination will be tongariro national park - another week away from civilisation.
sadly, our time with the bikes is coming to an end, after cycling for almost a month i have to leave my karakoram - dearest friend on two wheels...
anyway, there's a lot to tell after doing the east cape - one of those most remote places in new zealand, where the majority is still maori (a lot of them wearing genuine face tatoos!), renowned for their hospitality and openness. although the weather did not spoil us, we had a great time cycling for a few days accompanied by a mad french guy - a real hardcore cyclist, then beating our distance record (over 100km per day) and finally spotting our first possums as they came to visit one evening.
there is so much happening every day that i can hardly follow it all with my mind, but this it what makes me feel happy. this is the challenge that i was missing.