Kia ora, Our Cook Islands stay is coming to an end. As I sit here on the deck at Vara’s starting to tap in this post, coconuts fall, fish in the lagoon splash around and the bloody mozzies are out. They have to be here don’t um. That’s one of the things we are looking forward to back on the motherland, no mozzies, well at least not on the scale of the eastern world.

Right were do I start, what a month we have had travelling around New Zealand, and the best part is we do it all again in 2 weeks time. This is the same as the last post, I really can’t find time to write what we are up too, resulting in short up dates. Still better then none.

To keep it short and sweet, Melbourne is one cool city, NSW south coast still rips for waves, and Sydney is ready for us in a few months time, so where are we now?

A place where everyone is a bro and cheddar is pronounced cheetah…..You got it....Kiwi land.

Pemberton, Walpole, Albany and Esperance are a few places we have been and seen. Pemberton’s known for its Karri woodland and they sure do have a lot of it. The highlight would be scaling the Gloucester tree. A once an upon a time manned fire lookout. 8 hours a day workers would be scanning for smoke 60 meters up from forest floor level, perched on a swaying platform with only the birds for company. It was interesting reading the journal a lady left behind while posted there in the 50’s. She wrote “I find it very relaxing” can’t be a bad way to spend your days surely?

Soooooo what have we been up too. Well we finished our working stint over a week ago, so without wasting a second we took off on the Indian Ocean Drive in our trusty crap camper to see the iconic pinnacles desert which lies 250km north of Mandurah. A few hours later and we rolled quietly into the desert on the semi sealed track among the limestone spires. This is a one eerie place, especially at dawn and dusk when there’s no one around.

G’day Mate

From the dirty back lanes of Kuta to the fresh aired parks and tidy streets that belong to one of the most isolated city’s in the world…..The city of light’s.

The barrels and Landscape photos are coming thick and fast, although the photography has taken a back seat since the 0.0 tides kicked in on the Bukit peninsula. Racetracks is the name of the game with evenings being spent under the relentless crystal lips that pound down on the sharp reef lurking a few feet below the surface. If I had to mention one reason I keep coming back to Bali, for all of what it’s amazing for, the moments in these photos would be it. There is nothing better then getting shacked, whether it’s in home or foreign seas. What’s realistically about, on average, 3 to 5 seconds spent zooming through a barrel oddly seems like minutes within. Then after the session with all this tube time clocked up you just switch off to everything else around you and look vacantly into thin air replaying the moments back in your head. Sitting down to dinner with friends and trying to pull away from this uncontrollable daydream is hard work.