Hawaii... waves on the North Shore

Will I sound completely of the rails when I say that I cried when I landed in Honolulu.. I know I know.. but you have to remember that my last 3 weeks was spent living in a tent all by myself on this secluded faboulous beach on Taveuni island of Fiji. Driving into Honolulu and seeing all the high rised buildings, Mc Donalds and basically all the things I forgot I hated about western civilization.. yes a tear left my eye...

Fiji - its not perfect, its paradise.....

Yet another Visa expired and to be honest I missed surfing in a bikini and chilling on the beach. Where to move on to? Remebering my father told me when I was a child that he wanted to go to Fiji Islands, mostly because it was as far away from Norway as you could get. I hadn't spoken to him in many years, but I thought if he knew that I was there it would make him smile. The world need more smiles...

Tribewanted - Vorovoro - Live like a Fijian...

I genuinely wanted to experience Fiji and live like a Fijian, and a friend of mine Sarah reccomened me to check out TribeWanted. I soon found out that they used to have a reality show in the UK and loved the concept. "Vorovoro is a place and experience like no other in Fiji and it’s for everyone; young, old, groups,families, single travellers. The ability to live, work and play within a real Fijian community is simply an opportunity that should not be missed." 

New Zealand.... scenery like Norway on steroids ;)

With a heavy heart my 3 month tourist visa for the "land down under" was coming to an end, once again it was time to grab my backpack and move on. Next adventure: New Zealand 
A fellow travel friend met me at the airport in Auckland. Ok so we might have had a tiny communication dysfunction, since he showed up with his x-small car, a Porsche. I was stood on the side walk with a 7,6 foot min mal surf board...

Had a blast driving around Australia...

Wanted to see the land down under, so when my Indonesian visa had expired I flew via Singapore to Oz. Met up with an acquaintance from my time at the surf camp in Portugal, rented a camper van, strapped our surfboards to the roof and set off. 

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