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I’m at the airport again as New Zealand is well and truly done. 27 days, of which about half of them rained, the other half was sunshine that would burn you in less than 10 minutes – as I discovered the hard way.  I know it’s time to leave as in a combined ‘empty our pockets’ effort we collectively had $30 New Zealand cents left, which is almost perfect money management; something I take no credit for.  NZ gave us some great memories, it also gave us some pretty rubbish memories but if you had asked me in October if I thought I was going to NZ I would have said, probably not as at one stage we had £50 English pounds left in our bank and an early flight home looked probable.  Thanks to the contract jobs we landed NZ was handsomely paid for and here I am sat in another departure lounge with a Hard Drive bursting with pictures from our month here. I’m also wondering if we can board first as I have the mental age of a child and they have just called ‘anyone travelling with infants’.   The highlights from our NZ trip?  

Game of Glacier hide and seek?

The Glacier walk was bloody marvellous, so bizarre to be standing on a great big lump of snow and ice in alpine surroundings, something you don’t get to see every day of your life.  The Bungy, it was serious fill your pants material and bloody expensive but we’re both glad we did it and the DVD is hilarious.  But the one thing that will stay with me for some time is the simply amazing views.  I was sat in the back of the camper one evening; we were watching the latest Transformers Movie on my laptop. 

It is real, taken on my camera

As I glanced to my left I just caught sight of Mount Cook through the front window at dusk, it was real Discovery Channel stuff.  We hoped off the bed, climbed onto the roof and we watched the sun go down on a snowy peaked mountain, you just can’t put a price on those sorts of views.  We leave NZ with a smile on our faces but we both said today, its more goodbye’s now instead of more hello’s and the end is very close.  Packing today was like a dress rehearsal for what will be a final flight in just over a week – I hope we shed some gear as all our bags are at bursting point!

What’s next? We are back to Sydney where we are house sitting for someone who Martel worked with as she is on her Christmas Hols, It pays to be nice to people, I got a pat on the back and bottle of wine from the people I worked with!  The house sitting does mean a bath, free wireless, a bed, a sofa, a kitchen without hundreds of the great unwashed and bizarrely a Christmas tree and Christmas piff on TV!  We couldn’t feel any further from festive right now if we tried!   Aside from that it will be a hectic eight days as we party like its 1999 and dance like no one is watching, probably on Bondi beach most days until the sun goes down.  So whilst your opening your presents on Christmas day, spare a thought for us as we don’t have any!  But we don’t want your pity as we will be on Bondi beach sporting board shorts, Bikini’s and santa hats with a cold Tooheys in hand. 

I thought I was indestructable for those few hours

Merry Christmas one and all and I hope Santa brings you what you wished for, I asked for an action man, an Xbox and a new Mountain bike after re discovering my youth on half day Mountain Biking round the hills of Hamner Spring’s – the note was still under my pillow this morning, Damit.

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