kiwi farewell

My mind seems to be working like a GPS – it only works properly when moving. And since crossed Cook Strait again, I found myself inevitably close to leaving a country that has been feeding me with magnificent adventure for half a year, spoiling me with its generosity – so little effort one has to put in to get more than one can take...
Auckland is a place where you feel alien no matter where you come from. everyone's rushing minding their own business, it's like an anthill full of workaholics. and at the same time, it's the first encounter for many of the backpackers coming to new zealand to experience 'the kiwi'. and i remember how struck i was myself six months ago, when i climbed one of the volcanoes right in the middle of the city, popping out like pimples everywhere. i remember how much i wanted to get away, how impatient and hungry for adventure i was. and even though my expectations had grown to a full scale blast, new zealand still managed to be as unpredictable as its weather.
And once again, I looked at the map and realized how much I HAVEN'T seen or done. That’s because, being no more than a size of an average European country, New Zealand seems to be the great Southern Continent which all those explorers were looking for when they first sailed the seas of the Southern Hemisphere and which was thought to be there to balance the earth. It seems to be one in terms of its volume of nature, beauty and mystery. One can spend a lifetime exploring it. And to tell you the truth, I wouldn’t mind spending mine doing so...
But now there’s a new adventure ahead of me. Soon, I’m hoping to let Australian outback dust cover my bike...