Paul Atreides

The original title of this post was Kill all Hippies. Das wollte ich mal gesagt haben. Ansonsten bin ich aber natuerlich positive and happy and that's why I changed it to my new name.

Letzten Donnerstag in Picton angekommen nach vier fantastischen Tagen in Hopewell. Definitely top three of all stays in NZ.



In Picton we went straight to the Post fucking Office but the driving license hadn't arrived yet. So I parked packs and girlfriend at the i/site and went to see the rental company guys to let them know that we cannot pick up the car ... . "Ah, driving-license is just a piece of paper. If you assure me that you have a valid German driving license, that's fine with me." Well, so they actually gave nme the car without a license. not too bad, eh? Credit card is actually more important to them. I then arranged for the letter to be forwarded to Wanaka, where we'll be in ten days time ... ich bin gespannt, ob das Ding dann angekommen ist. Ansonsten kriege ich wohl bald in Deutschland eine neue mit suessem foto.

Anyway, got the car, got on what passes as highway in this part of the world and headed straight for Golden Bay. This is the second time now that I've used the word "straight", you notice that? Physically strong, morally straight usw. Aber: I'm not only the Tanmaster, I'm also officially the Gaymaster, since no male being can widerstehen meinen Schoeneberg-trainierten Wimpern. Yee-ha, auf nach Alabama!

I had nearly forgotten how much I hated the drive up/down Takaka Hill, but it's worth it in the end. We spend three days in Pohara at the Sans Souci Inn which was ok, but I wouldn't go back there. There were towels, all right, but fusselige. And it's run by evangelical ecohippies not from outerspace but from switzerland and germany which sucks major arse. But still, not too bad. The beach is stunning, we went hiking along Wharariki Beach and in the Abel Tasman which were both absolutely brilliant. We didn't go to Farewell Spit since access is by tour only and we would have to get up at 5.xx in the morning which is definitely a no-no on a holiday. So screw Farewell Spit and screw the eco-hippies.

But Wharariki Beach, what an amazing landscape. Dramatic sand dunes, wild sea. I called out to Shai Hulud and he answered. So we rode across the Dunes and slaughtered all the Sardaukar troops ... . Ooops, I probably shouldn't have tried those hippie shrooms. But I do look a lot like Kyle MacLachland these days. From now on, I will be known as Paul Atreides, the tanned Gaymaster. Yesterday me and my fellow Fremen warriors drove the extremly scenic gravel road from Pohara to Totarunui and hiked up to Separation Point and back. Stunning. Unspoilt, nearly deserted beaches, regenerating forest, and more of those shrooms ... aaaaaah, kill all the Harkonnen!!! The little Fremen girlfriend is still refusing to go kayaking but I'm working on that ... .

I've sobered up somewhat. Today it was back up the hill, then down again into Motueka where we stopped to stop and write this. We'll move on to Westport/Cape Foulwind next. It's called Cape Foulwind although I haven't been there yet, strange. But we'll see.

I also have a new measurement for the amount of excrements produced: shovels. Yes, that's what composting toilets do to you, tree-hugging hippie crap. Dagegen bin ich echt sauber und geduscht.

Love, peace, and harmony, USB port not working here, so no photos today but I PROMISE! Once we've harvested all the spice I'll be back!

praise christine

Im stundenhotel in kuala lumpur (irgendwie muss ich die reise ja auch
finanzieren) fiel mir naemlich ein, dass der fuehrer seinen schein
vergessen hatte. Das fucking hotelpersonal hat meine
kommunikationsversuche bestens sabotiert, aber am ende habe ich es
jack bauer style geschafft, via smartphone und freiem flughafen wlan
eine email nach berlin abzusetzen. Und christine hat es geschafft, das
ding am samstag per superduperexpress postlageern nach picton zu
schicken. Dafuer gibt es jeden tag schokoladenkuchen, alles was du
willst!

Alles wird gut. Dinner will be ready soon and i might just go outside
and hug some trees. Just kidding. I'm still as angry as always and
showing my hakenkreuztattoo on my brown chest to the natives.
Tanmaster is back in town, mate.

Love you all, schoene gruesse aus der sonne vom tan-a-holic!

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tgiagotos ctd

...continued ...
One more change of boats and we finally landed at Hopewell Lodge. This
very chsrming place has been hostel of the year seven times in the
last eight years. And rightly so, i must add. Beautiful landscape,
right on the sea, very friendly hosts, very good food, excellent
homebaking, wonderful room, and, of course, towels. So i'm in paradise
at last. Sun is shining, mike is preparing dinner, and i've even
showered. Which is completely against my rules, but sometimes you have
to give in to female's demands.

Morgen geht es wieder auf das festland und wir sammeln das auto ein.
Aber nur, wenn mein fuehrerschein im post office angekommen ist

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Weblog: http://christiankohl.blogspot.com

just a test

Damn computer swallowed half of my last post again . See if this works better.

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Weblog: http://christiankohl.blogspot.com

tgiagotos

Somehow, the so-called smartphone swallowed my first blogpost, so here"s another trz from a landline.

We made it. Sun is shining. Birds are singing. And no, I'm not hugging trees cuz I'm busy with the English kezboard lazout. fuck that. Yep, we had a nice trip so far and one that couldn't have worked in anz other coubntrz I reckon. Flight from Kuala Lumpur to Auckland was more than two hours late which seriously jeopardized our domestic connection to Wellington. But we made it - 50 minutes for getting out of the plane, picking up our luggage, clearing immigration, clearing biosecurity, teleporting to the domestic terminal. That's probably a new world record and was only possible because the immigration and security people understood our hurry and actually helped us. They'd probably shot us straight away in Frankfurt or London, or shipped us to some waterboarding resort in the US.

But here, everything works out in the end. Got to Wellington. We were supposed to flz straight to Picton from there but got diverted to Blenheim because of too much wind apparently. So we landed in Blenheim, got picked up by a bus, driven to Picton. On the bus we learned that the guy running the Picton floatplane, which was supposed to take us to our final destyination (is that copzrighted???) Hopewell Lodge in the Kenepuru Sound, wasn't flzing either (because of the wind) but had already notified the airline which had taken us to Blenheim and they again had arranged for the last water taxi to wait for us and dropped us right off at the pier and then, after only one more change of boats

Up and away

Friends! Romans! Countrymen!

We'll be off for a couple of weeks. leaving Berlin today for Frankfurt, then to Kuala Lumpur tomorrow, Auckland->Wellington->Picton->Kenepuru Sound on Sunday.

I'll probably post shocking pictures of naked sheep and other inter-species encounters here.

Love you all,
christian

Another wasted day

Beautiful sunshine, chilling winds. My entry for the proust summarizing competition would probably be: a very nice saturday morning. All was well: got up, had breakfast, finished the book I was reading, had sex with the dog, went out shopping. Und was passiert: Der Gemüseverkäufer erzählt mir gleich mal, dass Pizarro ausfällt. Fucking hell! Die schießen uns heute sowas von aus dem Stadion. Und ich muss Montag nach München ... .

Party in my tummy

Happy Weekend fellas!

Industrial Tekkkkkno!

Herbst und Winter in Berlin

Ein kleiner Schneehund.



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