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Second week in New Zealand by David

Wow. What am I instinctively head as I relive my mind this second week is WOW. The land that became quickly step on more solid and secure, the walls around me started to become a home and initially feeling that was not exactly the best is slowly changing and is changing every day. Precisely March 3 is something special happened, someone has shaken the line of my destiny, something has given a boost to my own experience. At 10 I stood, cold shower, two eggs Toase on and off to be swallowed again by the city. But my impression has been that people seemed to really look at me and smiled in a different way, seemed to get everyone to feel my inner radiance that frankly I was also struggling to conceive. I was full, powerful and positive. I went to the post office to send documents and serenity in the column while I was there, immersed in my thoughts, I noticed this girl sitting on the benches waiting staring at me. We exchanged a smile. After about 3 minutes I was sitting at a table nearby and while writing the various addresses and talked with these two guys from Uruguay 'she approached, I left a note on the table with name and number and a smile is gone. Her name is Eve, I write sitting on the sofa in her living room at this time. He offered me the house, washing machine, shower, a company without asking anything in return. I feel lucky.
Saturday morning, another good day. At 9 o'clock I was standing, cold shower, 2 eggs on toast and under a heavy rain, I headed to the car market. I noticed right away. He was there last week but also cost twice as much. I approached, I studied, listened to, I tried to pull out of all my experiments to understand that life had lived up to that time. I tried it. I talked to. I traded, and yes, I bought it. (Subaru Legacy 1996, 260.000km, 2500cc petrol, 4WD, superwagon, forest green, $ 1600) Now we are together, is called "diotestradora. It 's my new machine, my new girlfriend, fellow traveler and chat, she is my new home. After some work and a lot of cleaning of accommodation we are almost ready to go. I feel lucky.
Monday evening, a spectacular evening. Last week I contacted Roselyn's sister, Sylvia (our grandmother Perth) and I got the impression that, like her sister was really a nice person but I did not imagine so. At 7 I was in one of the most beautiful houses I've ever seen, with a cold beer in hand, facing a breathtaking view of the city among people from unspeakable kindness and friendliness. We ate fresh fish, drinking good wine and dialogue of life with peace of mind. I was filled with good information, advice and tips on this island who are now even more curious to find out, gave me a blank suitable for when surfers in these cold waters and a ton of delicious homemade cake to be enjoyed during the trip. I think I thanked them a million times but not enough to, so people deserve better. Roselyn, Paul, Adam, thank you very much. I feel lucky.
And the question that resounds in my head is: "Can it really be just luck?"
probably will be absent for a while, I wander on the road and plunge into the wild. You again soon.



Wow. What instinctively Appears in my head if I relive in my mind this second week is WOW. Quickly Became the ground more solid and secure, the walls around me started to Become a home and the first feeling That It Was not the best is gently changed and is changing Every Day. Something Special Happened March 3, someone has shaken the line of my destiny, something has given a boost to my own experience. At 10 o'clock i was awake, cold shower, two eggs on toas and out to be swallowed again by the city. I don't know what was but my impression has been that people seemed to really look at me and smiled in a different way, seemed  everyone could feel my inner  energie that was difficult to understand also for me. I was full, powerful and positive. I went to the post office to send documents. I was there, immersed in my thoughts,. I noticed this girl sitting on the benches waiting looking at me. We exchanged a smile. After about 3 minutes i was sitting at a table not far and while writing the various addresses and talked with these two guys from Uruguay she approached, she left a note on the table with name and number and she left smiling. Her name is Eve, I writing sitting on the sofa in her living room right now. He offered me the house, washing machine, shower, company without ask anything in return. I feel lucky.

Saturday morning, an other good day. At 9 o'clock I was standing, cold shower, 2 eggs on toast and under a heavy rain, i went to the car market. I noted her immediately. She was there last week but the price was twice. I approached her, I studied her, i listened to her, I tried to pull out all my experience to understand which kind of life had lived up to that time. I tried her. I talked to her. I traded, and yes, I bought her. (Subaru Legacy 1996, 260.000km, 2500cc petrol, 4WD, superwagon, forest green, $ 1600) Now we are together, is called "diotestradora". It 's my new car, my new girlfriend, traveler and chat mate, she is my new home. After some works and a lot of cleaning  we are almost ready to go. I feel lucky.

Monday evening, a spectacular evening. Last week I contacted Roselyn's. She is Sylvia's sister (our grandmother of Perth). I got the impression that, like her sister, she was really a nice person but I did not imagine that much. At 7 i was in one of the most beautiful houses I've ever seen, with a cold beer in my hand, in front of an amazing view of the city, among people with indescribable kindness and friendliness. We ate fresh fish, drinking good wine and dialogue of life with peace of mind. I was filled with good information, advice and tips on this island that  now i'm even more curious to discover, they gave me a wetsuit for when i will surf in these cold waters and a ton of delicious homemade cake to be enjoyed during the trip. I think i thanked them a million times but i feel is never enough to people like this who deserve the best. Roselyn, Paul, Adam, thank you very much. I feel lucky.

And the question that i have got in my head is: "Can it really be just luck?"

Probably i will be absent for a while. I'll wander on the road and i'll plunge myself into the wild. Talk with you again soon.

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Route 66 along the deserts of Arizona .... up to the Grand Canyon and Monument Valley by Albert

We knew that we were a little stretched as time, Vegas was the only stage where I wanted to embed some things on my list of things to see in life could not miss. After a more psychedelic seratona in the city, we tripped the alarm at five and a half and pointed the hood toward the desert along Route 66 up to the Grand Canyon. I was super motivated gone, now the nn distances are a thing so terrible after a complete revolution in Australia. The hearing to David the night before had put me in a good mood, knowing that a friend is going through his personal legend with energy and happiness, had given me the urge to drive to mttermi Sren with some good music. After five hours of driving my face that I fell down from his sleep and I placed my co-pilot at the helm. Straight road and navigation set, another hundred miles to starboard and then turn right and another two hundred until our first stop in Grand Canyon Village. I fell asleep like a baby, a sleep so deep that I even dreamed of riding in Trigg Point in Perth. When I opened my eyes, the old man looks at me with smile and asked me what was on the Faina, which was to take the exit on the left because he had not seen. In my view there was fog, my mouth was slurred and his right leg informicolata to the point that it could be to another person. My internal compass had the alarm turned on, the map and time confirmed my suspicions. My father had driven an hour and ten in the wrong direction. Doing a little calculation we were one hundred and forty kilometers after the point where we should turn. E 'was nice of him not want me to wake up despite the doubt of where to go, just a father's love can justify the fact that he was looking for a freeway exit on the left, when of course as in all the world autodtrade you exit right and then you hijack the exits in the direction we must follow. I decided that after seeing him get lost in all the hotels that Simao went and took me almost in Hutah Those who now call the Compass! However, all those hours in the car, CERTAME are worth it when we stopped the car in the snow and there Simao overlooking what was probably the most ambitious vision that my eyes have ever seen. Woooow, Nos could not even focus on one hundred percent. Incredible and beautiful, even bush was speechless. Having traveled the South rim, ie the path that runs south of the Canyon, I then focused on and through Cameroon to Page Sinama where the next morning went for a tour of the immense dam built in the sixties. Another show considering the geographic location, that is among the purest of Indian lands in the desert of red rock that made me feel "at home Australia". Another shiver down the science when we appeared before the first typical formations of Monument Valley. The spirit of the trip was being felt and it was impossible to realize how nn although we had seen and seen again on TV titti those places, there is always something else. Calmly take the way back to Vegas ... even Bush is back at the helm .. but this time three hundred miles in a straight line ... I slept with one eye open the stoesso. I was disappointed not to have a lot tmepo to devote to the culture of Native Americans, we passed through their lands and had lunch with them and I had a thousand chidere thing. For this time I'm happy to have tasted their food, their smiles and so different that way they dress, wear jewelry, and n talk to nearby tables. Maybe I'll have another chance to meet them one day, for momemnto I have to settle for having breathed the excitement of a journey through timeless routes leggendarie.   





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We knew we only had a short time in Vegas and I wanted to fit in all the things that were on my list of things to see at least once in my life... So after a huge night in one of the most psycho cities in the world, the alarm rang at 5.30am... We put the car in drive and headed to the desert, along route 66, to the grand canyon.





I was very motivated early in the morning (the distances don't scare me anymore after a whole loop of Australia) and I had heard from David the night before. Knowing he was living his personal dream had put me in the right mood to drive,with a bit of good music on. After five hours of driving, my face was coming off and i was falling asleep at the wheel, so my dad started to drive. I gave him the directions; it is a big straight road for a 100km, turn left when it indicates, and then it is another 200km till the canyon. Easy. especially with a set gps.



I slept like a baby. I slept so deeply that I dreamt i was surfing at trigg point in perth. When i opened my eyes my dad was looking at me with a guilty face asking where this exit was that he should have taken... “Because I didn't see anything on the left...” I could only see fog. I felt like i was still sleeping. My mouth was very dry and my left leg felt like it wasn’t mine. The interior compass alarm was on and both the gps and map confirmed we were 140km out of our way... My dad had driven for 140km, in the wrong direction. It was very nice of him not to wake me up even though he wasn't sure of the direction, but not even a parent’s love can justify the fact that he was looking for an exit on his left, when on every freeway on this side of the world the exits are made to the right... AFTER the exit, you turn left. I have watched him get lost in every hotel we have stayed in, in every city we have walked, and now also on the road. I have decided his nick name is Compass.



Anyway, the trip and all the hours in the car were worth the view we saw when we parked the car close to the snow and saw the canyon. Wow. My eyes had never seen something so big. I couldn't even focus properly... amazing. Even compass was breathless. Driving along the southern rim of the canyon, I stopped every second km to enjoy the view... I drove through Cameron till Page, where we had a tour of the massive dam the next morning. That was amazing, especially considering the location. We were right in the middle of the red desert, which made me feel like i was “home” in Australia, but we were on Indian land. Another shiver was sent along our backs when the monument valley appeared in front of us... the spirit of travel was there with us, and it was impossible not to notice how even though we have seen these places so many times on tv, to actually be there was super special. Calmly we drove back in the direction of Vegas. Even compass drove again... but this time for 300km straight.. and i slept with one eye open.



I'm a little bit sorry that we didn't have time to get to know the Indian’s culture better. We went through their land and saw how they live. We had lunch with them too, but we didn't have the chance to ask them many questions about their life. For now i guess i should be happy just to have eaten with them, to have seen their beautiful dress and jewellery and how funny it is that they don't talk to any of the other tables close to them. Maybe one day I’ll meet them again... but for now I’m just enjoying my trip along legendary routes.