Chapter Ten

"We were 4000 km away from the southpole, so we just swam with dolphins and played with waves"

It's difficult to explain the feeling of waking up on the edge of the world. It's of course not as dramatic as it sounds, especially when you wake up with a lip as big as yor whole face and with a hand that looks like a blown-up gum glove. Never mind, mosquito bites act just funny sometimes. Thing is, we're in Invercargill! No, we're actually not, we're in Bluff, even further south. As the big yellow sign (here portrayed in twenty-seven pictures at least) says, we're about 4000 km away from the south pole. That means that if the penguins over there had a good telescope, they would probably see us pretty clearly. Right.
We take pictures of the sign and our-very-selves, jump around, observe the way of the world, which is beautiful.



Than, we're off to Invercargill. And well, there isn't really much to say about this sleepy city. The silence and the ghost-city feeling might be due to the fact that it's the monday after Easter. Anyways, everything seems to be closed, and there almost no-one around. So we get to the only interesting spot in town. The Hammer Hardware.



'Cause there is the fabulous Indian, Burt Monroe's jewel. The world's fastest Indian. When I ask some guys in the shop about Monroe's house, though, they say it's not there anymore. Other houses have been built on it. That leaves indeed a kind of bitter taste in my brain. Argh. We're off again!


So, we're on our way to Dunedin, driving on the southern scenic route, with the vaste ocean on our right hand side. What we want to do is, swimming with dolphins. We stop in a Bay (purple bay? red bay? something like that), and we look at the water. Jesper sees dolphins. We throw our clothes off, our wetsuites on, and we just jump into the water. I have to get out after 5 minutes 'cause my lungs have problems moving to get in air. The legs aren't a problem, I just cannot feel them anymore. Jesper and Hansi swim after the dolphins, and after a while we're all stranded, exhausted. With big smiles on our faces. The dolphins probably laugh at us from under the water, but we don't care.



Right behind the corner, we find a spot where the waves crash in amazing ways against the rock. And that's the photo session for the day. Hansi gets soaked, Jesper takes pictures, I jump on the rocks and finally sit down. There's a seagall that flies in the strangest way, and i just get stoned observing it.



The colors are mad, we are mad. And that's just fine, it's chilly but never enough to get cold, we're exhausted, but never enough to stop. The sun appears from behind the clouds at times, hiding there for the rest of the day.







And the colors are just crazy. In the beginning I just thought that kiwidoplhin-pee had psychedelic effects, but after having developed the pictures I just had to admit the nature was the darn good (bastard) artist.


We look at the edge of the world for one last time. Than, we head north. We're on our way back, kind of. On the other hand, I'd say we're never really on our way back anyways. I see new things on the horizon and stuff. The future awaits for us and stuff. The sky is magical, and it's not only because I'm obsessed with it. If you see what I mean.