We (Sebastian, Sarah and I) took the ferry to Waiheke, Auckland's nearest island with vineyards, horses, small villages and beautiful walking trails.
(Dis is Sebastian.)
The ferry ride was great (the clouds look darker than they are, trust me, it was warm) and we managed to get seats on the roof.
Our hostel, Kina backpackers, overlooks the most beautiful beach. There aren't a lot of hostel residents but the ones that do live here are one big family. Most originally planned to work on vineyards and stay for a month. And most ended up staying for 11.
That, we were told, is the curse of Waiheke. Once you work, you stay.
A lesser known curse that I worked out for myself is that every second person here is German.
One guy caught a fish the size of a punching bag and gutted it on the table. Sounds disgusting but he also fried and served it - and it was the best-tasting fish I ever had.
People here are so nice.
The only supermarket on the island is thirty minutes away, but we had no food whatsoever so we grudgingly startet to walk. The second we set foot on the road, the hostel manager whistled at us and told us he would drive us round.
On our way back, it took us not even a minute to find a driver. The first car we approached took us home, and we are THREE people. Hitchhiking - not a problem.
Between beach days, vineyard tours and barbecues with newfound friends, there were also starry nights spent lying on the beach under cuddly blankets, reading in a hammock, and much much more.
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