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Tramping in the Bush

by Adam & Lara on 03/04/10

We just finished up a 4-day backpacking (tramping) trip in the wilderness (bush) of Lake Waikaremoana.  For all of you STUPID AMERICANS, that's pronounced why-car-ray-mo-on-ah.  Actually, half of the kiwis we talked to didn't even know this lake existed, much less how to pronounce it.  So you're not so stupid after all.

Day 0:
Drove from Auckland to the trail head and slept overnight in the van.  DER WAZ HORSIEZ ON TEH RODE!  Also, Google Maps forgot to tell us that the last 2 hours of the drive is on dirt road.  The 'Steema took it like a champ though.


Caution: this vehicle poops frequently.


Our first night 'Steem-ing it up.

Day 1: Hiked 6 hours uphill.  Did 1100 meters of vertical climb, which is about 3600 feet, which feels like 10,000 feet when you're carrying 4 fucking days of clothes and food on your back.  Drank whisky in celebration.


Lara, Adam and Sticky (the stick) about 3/4 the way up.


Dear everybody, look at how badass I am.


Good thing our friend Jim Beam booked the same hut as us.


Day 2: Walked for 9 hours straight, going up and down the whole time.  Lara was cursing Adam under her breath.  The dogs were barkin'.  Ended up having a hut all to ourselves at the end of the night.  Insert sexual joke here.


Welcome to the jungle, we've got pudgy out of shape hikers.


Our love shanty.  The key to using the outhouse is to stop breathing.

Day 3: The hiking got a lot better.  And by better I mean wetter.

Day 4:
After 45 minutes of hiking we were at the water taxi pickup by 8:45am.  Too bad our pickup was scheduled for 2:30pm.  Granted, there are worse places to be stranded on a Wednesday afternoon.


Ohhh noooo a 900 lb. boulder fell on the bridge!  We best put some caution tape up.


It totally sucked having to wait here for 5 hours.


Now we're in Rotorua (row-tow-rue-ah) where it smells like farts and we're about to go get rubdowns from strangers and soak in geothermally heated pools.  You can see the rest of our pics here.  Hugs 'n motorboats,

Adam & Lara

Comments (3)

1. Molly said on 3/6/10 - 10:10AM
I know that I comment on everything with "yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" but i honestly dont know what else to say. this is so effing amazing.
2. Sophie said on 3/9/10 - 08:29AM
GAH so jealous.
3. Ellis said on 3/10/10 - 11:55AM
Dude, jetpacks!! http://www.thebigmoney.com/blogs/shifting-gears/2010/03/05/learn-fly-jetpack-yes-jetpack They look kind of bulky, but it's a company based in New Zealand, and they're "inviting anyone over 18 with a valid driver's license to join its 'test squadron.'"


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