One big playground

Today we have to say bye to New Zealand. Our hearts are bleeding and our pants are tighter than ever, but it's time to move on to Australia. Before flying to Melbourne, I'll try to explain our last week in NZ without you noticing how fat we're getting and how many deodorant showers we're having.

Dunedin. Harder to pronounce than you think. An evening picnic in the car and sleeping on a viewpoint over the port make us sound pretty gypsy. But we made that right with hot cinnamon pinwheels and great cappuccinos in the morning. Roadtrip along the East Coast was great. We found a nice camp spot near Moeraki, where overtiredness made us do aerobics like mad women in our huge garden. Fun times.

Oamaru. Even harder to pronounce but oh so lovely. We secretly fell in love with Oamaru. It's an old little town where men wear suits and there is a whiskey museum, a hat maker and a crazy gallery attic all in one street. And men wear suits.

Lyttelton. The wonderful little brother of Christchurch. You have to drive through a mountain to get there and your leg muscles will grow like a body builder if you take a walk around town. Steep streets, a beautiful port and cool bars in garages. I like this place.

Christchurch. Our last stop in NZ. A true labyrinth with piles of dust and what is left of the city after the earthquake two years ago. Shops and bars moved to coloured containers, live music is playing and the sun is shining. We have a bit of a festival feeling while walking around the container mall. A nice and colourful way to restore the city center, little by little.

New Zealand, you have been awesome.

Peace, love and rainbows

I'll warn you before you read on: this one is about rainbows, animal love and the new Woodstock. We've become gypsies with hippy minds. We might look like normal backpackers hidden under a thick layer of dust and sun screen. But on the inside we are little girls, without any responsibilities, without life plans, but with the biggest smiles and a love for rainbows that's hard to explain. So you can imagine our ecstatic happiness when we were cruising on a boat along Milford Sound and witnessed A DOUBLE RAINBOW. Best day of my life.

We saw seals as well! Usually I'm not the biggest animal fan, but these guys were just so cool. Enjoying their lazy lives on a rock. Being all slimy and awesome. Like huge naked snails. Afterwards, when we traveled on the East Coast, we saw yellow eyed penguins and I decided to become an animal friend. And penguins are my bffs.

More on the hippy side of life, we went to a party in Queenstown (we went to a lot of parties in Queenstown) called Worldstock. Exactly, a tiny version of Woodstock in the World Bar. Dressed up like proper hippies (picnic blanket used as a skirt and eyeliner all over the place) we danced barefoot to live music. The place was covered in grass, long haired wigs and psychedelic decoration. We felt at home right away.

Head over heels

Let me tell you about my head. It's been pretty much everywhere the last couple of days. In the clouds, near snowy mountain tops, under water, speaking Spanish, on a boat, enjoying the sun, posing in front of waterfalls and definately over heels with New Zealand.

We've taken our car Boris for a drive through the clouds. It was like sitting in an airplane, only with vans full of tourists flying next to you. We went road tripping to Milford Sound together with the guys from Chile in their Spanish 'camperban'. When we arrived, we jumped on a boat like only awesome tourists do. And as the true Japanese mountain lovers we are, we took three hundred million photos. Not exaggerating.

Pancake rocks and fergburgers

By the end of this trip you can go and roll me around the street. That's exactly what I've been doing for the last four weeks: rolling from restaurant to snack bar to cookie shop to ice cream parlour. I'm forced to wear dresses because they are the only things aside from curtains that fit around my new cirkel shaped body. Honestly, it's been so worth the extra lumps of fat in all the wrong places. While stuffing my face with the biggest burger I've ever seen (a fergburger - the bombay chicken. It was good. Google just turns it into an awful looking thing) I was already dreaming about dessert. And dinner. And dessert after dinner. Midnight snack. And you can't start the day without a big breakfast.

You can imagine how draining traveling can be, so lots of great food and a bottle of red wine have become two basic needs in our daily lives. We're not spending money on a place to sleep, so why not throw it at snack bars and pay them to turn us into fat women?

That's one of the reasons we were looking forward to see the pancake rocks. They were stunning. To celebrate our little walk to the rocks, we treated ourselves to a piece of cheese cake.

The same day we met two guys from Chile who share our love for barbecue, so we decided to travel together for one week and ten thousand extra kilos.

A life aquatic

Yes, I am a Wes Anderson lover. And we are living the life aquatic at the moment, only without the funky red hats. We've been freedom camping, living in and out of our car, peeing with the most beautiful views and soaking in rivers, lakes and oceans. Although we might look like two smelly gypsies by now, life is treating us pretty well.