If I have to be completely honest, I feel like I’m on one long, extended vacation. A well deserved one at that; in my opinion at least. Our group from Loyola has already been on one major excursion to the
The day started out with a grueling 8:45 wake-up time to get underway, a morning hour that is rarely seen by any college student. So with half-open eyes and bobbling heads we boarded our bus to head up north, or as the native Maori (Mar-ree) people say, we headed down north- this is because New Zealand’s north island is shaped like a fish, with its tail being the most northern point of the island.
About four hours after leaving
The main activity of the day was a high speed boat trip called the Mack Attack, and while I don’t approve of lame gimmicky names, it proved to be adrenaline pumping. While cruising at speeds up to 90kmh and hitting giant swells that sent us a foot off our seats, we made our way up to the “Hole in the Rock”, which is one of the many tiny islands in the bay, but has been carved out by wind and wave.
Decked out in our wet gear.
We made our wave through the hole only after our skipper told us that recently a 42 ton piece of rock fell from the ceiling into the ocean. No big deal, we could only be pulverized like an egg being crushed by a cinder block if such an incident were to occur at the very moment of our passage. The air inside the hole was so thick and musky that when I stuck out my tongue I could taste the salt. The color of the water was that of indigo, and if I didn’t know any better, I would assume somebody had taken a blue light to the ocean floor and pointed straight up to create its calming glow that I was afraid would disappear if I blinked.
We made our way back to the docks with our rain jackets and rain pants soaked in salt from the giant waves we hit. Luckily I sat in the very front, so I got the biggest bumps without getting too drenched. I did however have more salt on my face than a bag of potato chips. Gross, I know.
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- A Quick Intro
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