On Saturday we had our farewell Hangi (sp?) with the Kaikoura neighborhood. Its basically like a Hawaiian luau where the pig and the rest of the food is cooked in a fire pit underground. After experiencing, the Maori, Samoan, and Hawaiian versions of this cooking method I still like Hawaiiain food the most.
After the Hangi which ended at 5 or 6 for I took another stab at spontaneity and decided to climb Mt. Fyffe. So with Sarah and Leah convinced we packed our sleeping bags and made peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches and began our ascent to an altitude of 1090 m in 2 and half hours. Outside of the hut we watched the stars appear and saw the most incredible shooting stars of my life. The shooting stars shot bright across the sky for durations of five seconds each. Bloody brilliant.
The next morning we summited at 1602 m. We rose above the clouds to the very peak of Mt. Fyffe. A sea of clouds awaited us, and the sound of the wind at that alititude mimicked the crashing of the waves on the beaches far below us. Not to be crude, but my ass and legs hurt like hell.


In God and Nature we learned that if one dominates nature then they must also support the domination of women. Considering that I raped that mountain (^_^) its concluded that I'm anti-ecofeminist. hah.
sweet as! (kiwi for awesome, cool, fine by me)
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