when you don't do your research ahead of time when you are traveling, surprises shouldn't be that surprising. so when gemma and i arrived at abel tasman national park expecting to drive right in, hop out of the car and go for a hike, we were greatly mistaken. abel tasman is so protected that the only way to access the park is to get a water taxi to drop you off on a beach in 40km away from civilization only to have you hike or kayak back. with our egos feeling as big as our ever growing traveling bellies we decided to be dropped at the furthest most point for a day of hiking, camping, then a day of kayaking to get back to our camper. the hike was beautiful and the camping was pleasant. in the morning our guide as well as a group of six other travelers met us on the beach to kayak the remaining 26km back to town. unaware of what was ahead gemma and i set off like a couple of powerhouses truckin our way through the choppy seas. just as our muscles began to ache our guide informed us that we were almost halfway there and then proceeded to tell us she thought the length of this particular kayak trip was far to long. needless to say it turned out to be one of those trips you hate while doing it but love the next day.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
kayaking back to civilization...
when you don't do your research ahead of time when you are traveling, surprises shouldn't be that surprising. so when gemma and i arrived at abel tasman national park expecting to drive right in, hop out of the car and go for a hike, we were greatly mistaken. abel tasman is so protected that the only way to access the park is to get a water taxi to drop you off on a beach in 40km away from civilization only to have you hike or kayak back. with our egos feeling as big as our ever growing traveling bellies we decided to be dropped at the furthest most point for a day of hiking, camping, then a day of kayaking to get back to our camper. the hike was beautiful and the camping was pleasant. in the morning our guide as well as a group of six other travelers met us on the beach to kayak the remaining 26km back to town. unaware of what was ahead gemma and i set off like a couple of powerhouses truckin our way through the choppy seas. just as our muscles began to ache our guide informed us that we were almost halfway there and then proceeded to tell us she thought the length of this particular kayak trip was far to long. needless to say it turned out to be one of those trips you hate while doing it but love the next day.
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That's what I'm talking about!
Jenny,
You looked like you were having fun although you also looked tired. Now you know what you can accomplish. That kind of trip is something that you will remember for a long time!! You are my HERO.
Daddy Boy
I would have sent daddy ahead to get the motor boat or the all terrain vehicle! Jen all that workin out that you did befor you left for NZ surely got you ready for this ultimate workout. I love you and miss you and can't wait to see you in the real! Love to you, Momma
What, are you nuts? Ocean? Kayaks? Kilometers?
I don't think so.
The Man Who Is Uncle
k, that's enough..come home NOW!!
So I see that you are having so much fun in the NZ. "My name is Jenny & I am having a blast in NZ touring in my camper". Well, it might be about time for you to come home. The weather is getting nicer and it really isn't so miserable here. Plus, we really really really really miss you. Plus, it sounds like they are brainwashing you. What the heck is a kilometer?!?!
Kayaking in NZ sounds like it would be cool, but couldn't you just Kayak in the Chicago River or something? Maybe even Lake Michigan if you are feeling saucy. You could even pack Gemma away in your suitcase and bring her back....we wouldn't mind one bit.
Love you!
You are reminding me of an episode of LOST I just watched...we can't wait to see you!!!
Sarah
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