Tag 82: The wool must go!

18.09.2016

At the beginning of today, two noteworthy moments happened. First of all, I woke up earlier than Gudi. Which is really early. Somehow, I couldn't sleep at night because the even plane between my beard and head hair, on which I usually lie on my side, is no longer there. Because of this tilt, which prevents me from my tenth and eleventh hour of sleep tonight, I decide: the wool must go!

The result of this realization is that I present myself to the just awakened Gudi fifteen minutes later with a mixture of uncropped and heavily cropped hair on my head, which would actually be presentable even in more serious circles. Gudi is very excited because the germs that have taken root in my beard apparently represented a bacterial culture of three continents. But this time, I leave behind the excesses of my facial wool from Europe and Asia and also cut off some of the bird's nest that has settled shortly before departure in Australia. Equipped with the loot of three eggs, which were found near my chin in the destroyed animal habitat, I make breakfast for Gudi - fried eggs, of course.

Later, we drive to Napier, a village on the eastern coast of the island, to reach my goal of visiting the geographically furthest point from home. This is located in this region and, according to my - provisional - calculations, is 18330km away from Vienna. Apart from the fact that we have actually reached the end of the world now (there is not much more in this direction and any other destination from Vienna would be less distant in terms of distance), we don't find much here. The Hawke's Bay, where we are located, actually lives mainly from an earthquake that took place in 1931 and reduced the whole region to rubble and ashes. Since the residents were apparently financially well-equipped, which is actually difficult to understand in times of economic crisis, they built the houses in a very typical and distinctive old English style. So the residents of the city still boast today of living in a settlement transported back in time, which is why various aspects of the vintage style are not neglected at any corner.

We ignore the desperate attempt of the region to present an attraction and visit the museum. In the end, this is more of a souvenir shop, but it would be an Eldorado for any lover of traditional objects at overpriced prices. After a film and a speech by a pensioner, who emotionally was probably already one when the earthquake occurred, we find ourselves back in our mobile four walls and are of the opinion that this detour was only partially worth it.

Gudi's glorious laws:

I am terribly groggy now!

This is the expression that Gudi, who is accompanying me, uses after every slightly longer car journey to immediately stretch out and unreservedly fall onto our mattress camp. On the one hand, I celebrate the use of the adjective, on the other hand, I wonder why it is specifically her, who primarily takes on a function while sitting next to the steering wheel that any dog manages with joy and ease, who gets tired.