He is standing on a high rock and blues music flowing slowly out of his guitar. He is tall and big and his long, ruddy, krylliga hair is like a halo around his head in the wind. In his face you can see the joy of play and he grimaces and looks very focused when he creates his music.
Now he is not on the mountain longer, but he is at a large parking lot. Trucks and cars driving past him and so obscure that I can not see him anymore. I hear the wind as wines from the hills and his blues music still echoing among the peaks ...

Music and dream makaren ...
I open my eyes and through the dirty little window on the Downtown Backpackers Hotel in Wellington, I can see that the first morning light finds its way between the tall buildings. Such a strange dream. But ... was it a dream? I can still hear the music. But now, the echoes between the houses in Wellington and flows in through the small window for me.
I have to get up and look out the window but could not see anything but the music in it from the bottom somewhere. Kjell dress and go down to see where the music comes from.
There is a guy sitting outside the station in Wellington and played for the first visitors to the station, early in the morning. All that is passing him smile and throw him a dollar or two, some places to which the notes. Then he was forced to stop playing for a moment, toss a few dollars over the notes so that they do not blow away, then he smiles and thanks and continue to play. A lady passing smile with your face and says to Kjell when she passes. -Every time he plays he makes my day, and so do she has a $ 5 bill in his drawer and disappears into the station building.
Good start on a nice day.
We arrived in Wellington in the nick of time yesterday. When we drove around and looked for somewhere to live began to breathe heavily. We decided to stay at the Downtown Backpackers Hotel, located directly opposite Bluebrige ferry that goes to the South Island. It blew so strong as when we were inside at the front desk to inquire if they had room, blew my (Karin) motorcycle overturned in the street. When we loaded the last of the bags from the motorcycles began to storm and rain so we had to hurry up at the hotel reception.
We got a room and installed ourselves there. We had some dinner at six o'clock and it had stopped raining and we we went for a walk in the center, in the wind. Everything was closed. Wellington is not so big but it is New Zealand's capital city, but it did not help, turn it down all the shops and cafés and everything else around 17:30. we went back to the hotel and stayed there and watched some rugby on TV.

Now we leave Wellington

You have to strap the bikes is thoroughly ...
After waking to the amazing music in the morning. We drove a little round and looked at Wellington and then we went down to the ferry terminal and waiting to come on board the ferry.

We had a nice trip between islands and bays.

Picton from the best place ...
When we added in Picton on South Island, we decided that we would only drive a short distance and then set up camp. We drove along the northern coast and ended up in Havelock, which is grönmusslans capital. (S41 16 831 E173 46 064) Here we stayed at a charming little backpacker hostels.

The owner of the dining room at the hotel in Havelock ...

The port of Havelock ...
South Island Day 2
After having slept well in Havelock, we drove further out towards the west coast. We drove all day, stopping only to shop in Westport.

Beautiful waterside ...
We drove to a campsite a bit south of Westport in which we stayed with some Germans who emigrated here 20 years ago and drove it asks. They had a small restaurant and pub and you could pitch the tent, where for $ 5 per person. In the evening it started to rain and then it rained and the whole night. But we have a great tent so we slept well in our warm bed ...