Pommie parking and difficult decisions
Pommie parking is when you park your car on the opposite side of the road to the direction you're driving in. Appropriately enough, since we are Pommies, we did this and were told the error of our (Pommie) ways by a very sweet woman who didn't want us to get into trouble. It's also the little things that remind you how far away from home you are.
So I had to make a hard decision. Either go white-water rafting down seven foot waterfalls, or go for a massage and soak at the Polynesian spa by the side of the lake. Errrrmmmm...3 seconds wavering, and the massage it was. Very luxurious. Marv did the rafting cos he's a boy. He's got photos and everything.
Xmas day
Lovely day. Soak in the morning at the spa. And a walk round a Maori village built on top of a piece of land with very thin ground so hot water/geysers shoot up all over the place, and steam rising in a very eerie fashion. 'Lord of the Rings part 3' in the afternoon. Gobsmacking cinema. Needless to say, the cinema was filled to the gills with very (justifiably) proud Kiwis, toddlers to grannies with picnics and the like. Dinner at the hotel, a great old-fashioned wooden place, right by the Governer's Gardens and the spa. Did I mention the spa already? It was tops. Then spent a frustrating hour trying to get through to family on the phone. Eventually woke up the Tierney/Davis clan in Yorkshire. They were very understanding. Marv woke his mom up for the first time ever in his life (it's usually the other way round!) But no one seemed to be picking up at the hospital so HELLO GRAN! We were thinking about you!
Now off to Napier, art deco town. Going to do some wine-tasting and look at buildings.
Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAIRN, if you're reading this. xx
Pommie parking is when you park your car on the opposite side of the road to the direction you're driving in. Appropriately enough, since we are Pommies, we did this and were told the error of our (Pommie) ways by a very sweet woman who didn't want us to get into trouble. It's also the little things that remind you how far away from home you are.
So I had to make a hard decision. Either go white-water rafting down seven foot waterfalls, or go for a massage and soak at the Polynesian spa by the side of the lake. Errrrmmmm...3 seconds wavering, and the massage it was. Very luxurious. Marv did the rafting cos he's a boy. He's got photos and everything.
Xmas day
Lovely day. Soak in the morning at the spa. And a walk round a Maori village built on top of a piece of land with very thin ground so hot water/geysers shoot up all over the place, and steam rising in a very eerie fashion. 'Lord of the Rings part 3' in the afternoon. Gobsmacking cinema. Needless to say, the cinema was filled to the gills with very (justifiably) proud Kiwis, toddlers to grannies with picnics and the like. Dinner at the hotel, a great old-fashioned wooden place, right by the Governer's Gardens and the spa. Did I mention the spa already? It was tops. Then spent a frustrating hour trying to get through to family on the phone. Eventually woke up the Tierney/Davis clan in Yorkshire. They were very understanding. Marv woke his mom up for the first time ever in his life (it's usually the other way round!) But no one seemed to be picking up at the hospital so HELLO GRAN! We were thinking about you!
Now off to Napier, art deco town. Going to do some wine-tasting and look at buildings.
Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAIRN, if you're reading this. xx
