We picked up some lovable Germans on our way back to Auckland (see below, not above). Rather, they picked up us. Meet, from left to right, Patrick, the 'unfillable' station wagon, Jack, Sabine, some goon you probably already know, and Thomas. Luckily there are no photos or videos of our karaoke night, oh boy! 
Mt. Ruapehu: 6 days hiking around a volcano guy. Volcanic scree, mud slips, and a familiar return of an old friend (see photo two: when hiking over 5 hours a day, at least 6 tablespoons of peanut butter and 6 tablespoons of nutella are required to maintain adequate mental and physical well being)
After a brief respite at the home of a hitch-hiker friendly commercial chicken farmer/porcelain doll maker/teddy bear stuffer, we headed to Mt. Taranaki. The knee breaking, fog swirling, eroded trail finding mountain of all mountains.
And then we got sidetracked from taking scenic photos while camping near rivers with a certain mustached German, hitching our way around the isolated east cape, summiting Mt. Hikurangi in the fog, and relaxing in Opotiki.
The end :)
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