My Dad, brother and I have a tradition of finding adventures on holiday. N’s planning, stepping off the beaten track and mucking around, make for a good time.
We often discuss how adventures and unpredictable situations are becoming harder to find: how these days the thirst for exploration is seldom quenched and there’s not much “unknown” left to discover.
But that’s why I enjoy travelling with N and T. I know we’ll do things we couldn’t anticipate and leave with new perspectives.
Walking the plank over Welington harbour
The landscape’s diversity and friendly people with interesting stories, make NZ a beautiful country, and I think going there did us all good.
Birdlings Flats – a very big wide open space
Like England in many ways and almost better in every single one.’
The only thing I wasn’t too keen on was the meaty culture but the rest was all pretty good: The pesticide free cabbage fields had a thin fog of fluttering butterflies over them; the horizon was always hidden by towering hills or far off snow-capped mountains; blue rivers cascaded along at the bottom of wide scoured out valleys; everyone greeted you with a smile, asked about your day and where you came from; small colonies of bee hives were dotted about the country side and a great appreciation for the Maori tradition and history although still racism towards the Maori people today
The trip went to plan but fortunately the plan kinda stopped at Wellington, after which things were sketchy enough to afford some surprises.
We went to the far side of the world, across great European wildernesses, middle eastern oil fields, vast oceans, and after all that found baked beans, bagpipes and pool tables :0)
NZ is astonishingly familiar.
That is but for the endless snow capped mountains, lush pastures, wild beaches and massive, scoured river valleys, all of which regularly punctuated our 1424 mile tour. It was unlike anything we’d seen before.
These past weeks we also found kindness and good humour in both the Kiwis and ourselves, enough to leave us with broader perspectives and optimism about the journeys that lay ahead.
We ended with a kind of baptism – which can signify both an end and a beginning.