Around the 7,000 mile mark...

Guten Tag!  

Why am I greeting you in German, you might be asking yourself... Well we are currently in Dutch Pennsylvania...and in fact it was named 'Dutch' Pennsylvania because those that came here were from Switzerland actually spoke Deutch and everyone misheard, thus it is now 'Dutch'.  There's some new knowledge for you, because lets face facts, you ain't gonna learn much from our photos!

It dawned on me that a picture of our route might be helpful...so since the last blog, this is what we have done...

We last met when we went to Six Flags in San Antonio - just getting over that motion sickness...now lets go onwards and eastwards

AUSTIN, TEXAS

Megs in the Capitol building in the capital of Texas, Austin.
Sorry I made you look like a 5 year old sitting on the floor but I felt you were the only one who could get away with being 'related' to Texas....

I kinda feel like Ty from Extreme Home Makeover was involved in the building of the new Capitol... 

Before...

After...

Every city seem to have Segway tours....genius... 


Out and about for the nightlife - Megs was confident we'd do some two-stepping...

Tim and John talking about good times... 

John and I two-stepping!

Side-saddle Rodeo...

Tim went swimming with water-moccasins (snakes) and nutria (water rat)

Meanwhile, Megs and I did an America's Next Top Model photo shoot...

 

We said goodbye to Megs until New York City and moved onto the next state...

NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA 

Odds and Ends got together to make schweet music...

Street performers

Our local hang out...

 To be fully immersed in the Jazz scene we thought we should indulge in a cigar...just so our parents can't blame one for leading the other astray, here we both are having a puff!

Swamp tour!!

Tim seated next to the 'captain' of the air boat

They enticed alligators to us with marshmallows...hmmm...not exactly what we had in mind...

Baby gator!

 NATCHEZ, MISSISSIPPI

Treated ourselves to staying at a plantation...as you do....

Closest we've come to sighting a real bear...sad times for Timmy

Just south of Memphis is Clarksdale, the 'birthplace of the blues'.  This is Morgan Freeman's bar.  He wasn't there...gutted.

OXFORD, MISSISSIPPI

The moment just before the real Judge of the court came in - oops!  He was taller than Tim, but mighty impressed we were from the real Oxford so was very pleasant...!

 I spotted a car graveyard whilst driving...

Arkansas is the only state that we drove into just for the sake of saying that we were there...we've stayed in every other state for at least 2 nights!

NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE

Of course there's a replica Parthenon with a 42ft statue of Athena in Nashville....why wouldn't there be....
(Fact: This location was used in Percy Jackson and the Lightening Thief)

 The Grand Ole Opry is the longest running radio show in the world, starting in 1925 - 2 hours of varied country music - twas ace.

Check the bass player's tie - yes it's a cactus.

 SOUTH CAROLINA, NORTH CAROLINA, VIRGINIA...

Blue Ridge Parkway

Constant singing of 'Teddy Bear's Picnic' and 'Bare Necessities' did not produce any bears.

Bear hunting...

Zero visibility

 Sadly 80% of our drive was fog covered...however it meant that the animals weren't expecting us!  We saw a dozen deer and a young cougar.

WASHINGTON D.C.

The United States Capitol Building

Inside the Capitol

Suburbs were basically Fulham-esq!

D.C. Metro

Hostess with the mostest, Shona (friend from uni) had us to stay and let us tag along to Saturday night out in D.C.

Lincoln Memorial is MAHUSIVE

Turns out we were here during cherry blossom season!  This is the Tidal Basin and the Washington Memorial on the right...

Jefferson Memorial.
We know pretty much all of the American history.  Test us.

 LANCASTER, PENNSYLVANIA

 So we've come to Amish country to rest up before New York...3 nights surrounded by horse and carts, handmade quilts, cheese, beards and black hats...very peaceful...

We're back on 14th April - so look out for real blogging in the form of cups of coffee and dinner parties (if you're inviting, that'd be ace as we're living with the rentals...)

TTFN

Tic Toc xxx

Howdy Y'all

The Open Road

Hey Folks,


It's been a while since our last blog - I wish I could give excuses of 'we were held up in a Texas jail' or 'we've been practising our Bear Grylls skills in the Arizona desert' but needless to say, our only excuse is that we've been having too much fun. So in order not to use up your monthly quota of reading (which is what the description of the past 2 weeks would take!) I'd like to walk you through a few choice photographs!

Monument Valley, Arizona

When people ask me what my favourite part of our USA trip is so far, this is the place that I say...

Four Corners

This is me 'hopping over' to Colorado from Arizona! 

The 4 states that meet are Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico and Utah.

Durango, Colorado - this bar was kept in the fashion of the 1800's - women were in corsets, suspenders and fishnets and the men wore waistcoats and bow ties...raw deal if you ask me...

Tim's bear hunt is kinda lived out as we see these beautiful bears at one of many amazing art galleries in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Just as we leave Debbie's college room-mate, Kathy, we see this little fella in the driveway...at this point might I note that in this elegantly decorated house in the desert of New Mexico, they also had 3 dogs, 2 cats, 1 feral cat, 4 snakes, 19 tortoises and about 6 lizards (1 of which was a bearded dragon which Tim held), gazillion fish and thousands of cacti (they have a cactus farm). A great stay.

Elk City, Oklahoma - on our drive from Albuquerque to Oklahoma City we stopped for 'gas' and what should we come across but a horse stopping traffic. But of course...

So, to Oklahoma City we went for family fun! My cousin Jan was to be wed and being one of 20ish in the bride's immediate family - fun and games was to be had...

Aunt Donna, Uncle David and Cousin Allison

Father/Daughter dance

Aunt Kim, Allison and me             

Cousin Tony, Aunt Ronda, Uncle Jay

The morning after the night before trying to capture photos of many birthday boys and girls!

To Texas! And what must one do in Texas but the RODEO!

Tim sporting a new cowboy hat and shirt

Megan (our hostess with the mostess) fighting for her share at the petting zoo at the rodeo!

A decked out goat - one choice of dozens of food establishments at the Rodeo

A 'brick' of fries. Yes we ate them. Yes we are slowly becoming the size of small trailers...

Finding out about the produce...and from which parts we eat of the cow!  Tim asked him about Maccy D's...ask him for further details...

Cowboy wellies. Why not?

The gals - yes I too have purchased a hat...

True Texans...

Fried chicken, pork and veal hotdog and a sausage on a stick.  Nutritious and delicious.

RODEO!

Just to include the kids they make them grip onto sheep and then see how long they stay on for....when asked what technique he uses, this kid answered 'I jus' howld ow'n' and when asked how he practised, the commentator asked whether he had a sheep at home 'No, just mai dawg'.  Priceless

Just waiting to catch the bulls

Jump off the horse, onto the cow, et voila - it's on the floor....

Eight seconds you have to stay on...not a single one did - it was a-mazing!

Barrel Racing - like it says on the tin - you race around barrels...

First place 30 youth under 20 on the dirt, surround them by 'volunteers' in cowboy hats, let loose 15 cows and stir.  Once the youth have caught a cow, drag back to chalk square and receive a round of applause.

Rascal Flatts - a very cool country band  after the rodeo performed.  And of course the USA had some indoor fireworks for effect!

We left the confines of Houston for the countryside ranch belonging to the Bells. 

Us on the porch

Momma Bell

Classic

Yes that is a gun.

Just getting some more ammo...

Walking the empire before we leave.  Mom and Pops Bell. Yes that's another gun.

Tim's continuing search for wild snakes.

So Megan wanted to take us on a tour of Texas.  What do you want to do? she asked.  Theme Parks we said...

Waiting in line - the calm before the storm

Naive excitement

Too old for this...

So here we are at the end of the blog.  Will update with real words soon....

TTFN

Tic Toc xxx

914 miles done.

I write this next blog sitting in a Quality Inn motel in Tuba City.  Never heard of it?  Not surprising.  It wasn't a planned stop.  As usual, the weather has had a part to play in our current location and as usual, let me give you a recap of how we got to where we are...


We arrived at LAX last Saturday, to a ma-husive immigration line (not queue - they don't have that word here) we waited 2 hours.  Painstakingly long wait...however we were entertained by the 'how to enter the USA' powerpoint that is shown whilst waiting.  We learned that there are 3 check in points before you can breathe 'fresh' LA air.  The first we waited an age for, the second, we were asked 'do you have any food?' we said 'no' so the immigration guy said 'bye-bye', the third check in point didn't seem to be there...hmmmm - anyway we were greeted by an exeptionally patient Jenni and her labra-doodle Coco.


We did LA.  Drinks at Venice beach, breakfast and shopping in Beverly Hills, a massage and a downright dirty Korean BBQ in Korea Town - meaty and amazing.  We searched for famous people and came up empty...they must have all been hiding...


We picked up our 'compact' rental car and have ended up with a Chevy HHR - google it for more details...if you don't want to google it, imagine a mini steam engine train on the road and that's what we got.  So ready with our wheels we scooted up to the mountains to ski/snowboard where my Uncle Jay and Aunt Ronda have a b-e-a-utiful log cabin fully equipped with hot tub on the decking and a basement cinema room.  The location and the company spoiled us - so far the bar has been set far too high for comfort - doh!


For 2 days we skiied/snowboarded and loved it. $10 each a day to go up Snow Valley.  And as it was so cheap, Tim splashed out on renting a helmet to go with his boarding gear - very sensible Timmy.  Luckily I have no stories of us needing to be air lifted off the mountain (which I, and you probably, thought we might have).


As an intercession, I wouldn't want you to think that Tim's animal obsession has wained...whilst in the mountains, he continued his daily hunt for bears and mountain lions - my cousin Michael boasted seeing a squirrel - Tim was sad that he'd missed such wildlife as it was the closest that we were realistically going to get to a 4 legged 'beast' in the wild.


We left the mountain on the Rim of the World (aptly labelled road name as it shoots up from sea level to 5000ft and you can see for miles), headed for Phoenix, Arizona.


This drive was essentially a straight line.  330 miles of the exceptionally straight I-10.  The sat-nav had no idea what to do with itself as it didn't have anything to tell us for nearly 4 hours.  But of course, on the journey I needed a bathroom (not a loo/toilet - they don't have those words here).  No rest stops for 75 miles - I urged Tim to pull over but he was worried that a rattlesnake would bite my rear-end...however we found an exit on the Interstate (not motorway) and I risked my bottom in place of the deposit on the cleanliness of the car....as it happens we found more scorpion/spider burrows in the scantily clad desert of eastern California than rattlesnakes.  You'll be glad to know that we met none such creatures and my be-hind is intact.


At the end of our drive we spent a night in Motel 6 and Bear Grylls!  Yes as luck would have it, Bear was on TV and his 'mission' was to survive in the Arizona desert! We will be fine with this knowledge now firmly set in our minds - all we need is a used parachute, an abandoned microlight and a half eaten wild pig to survive.  We decided to bypass the busy Phoenix and stayed in the very pleasant Scottsdale - we loved it. Native American art galleries, a free tram around town and plenty of pottery and jewellery that I could look at and not touch.  


From Scottsdale we trooped towards Flagstaff but in continuing our theme of bypassing the big places, we stayed in nearby Sedona at the Cosy Cactus.  Our drive was a-maz-ing.  I drove, with only one incidence of driving on the left leaving Tim to continue the search for deer/bear/mountain lion etc...all of which were due to be around as we climbed up to 6000ft and through snow!  Yes, Arizona, the place that we were sure we'd be able to camp has been covered in snow.  We didn't realise that a lot of the state seems to be over 4000ft high...no camping for us then...onto the Cosy Cactus....mmmmm....


Sedona seemed to be having a film festival!  Our lovely B&B owners were also housing a director of one of the films and hooked us up with free tickets - so off we went to see a film called Enemies of the People about Pol Pot and the Cambodian Killing Fields.  A very interesting documentary - nominated for an Oscar I think....


Thus we now come to today - over breakfast we were telling other residents of the B&B our plans to go to and stay at the Grand Canyon...but they warned of snow...snow?  We checked the weather on the Weather Channel (Americans think of everything!) and yup 12" expected...now I'm cautious on the best of days but up at 7,500ft in an automatic car with only 1 road in and out - I aired my thoughts and we came to a comprimise - we'd drive up to the Canyon and see the rim but we'd stay a bit further down in Tuba City.  So up we went and literally the second we'd paid our $25 for the pleasure of seeing a cloudy Grand Canyon, the snow began to fall - we did 3 look out points (from which we saw cloud in the canyon) and when the snow started to become blizzardy and settle, I expressed my wishes to leave asap! Et voila - now in Tuba City.


I read an article on BBC online just recently about whether couples should do long travelling trips together, highlighting the worry of knowing too much about each other...and thus far I think this.  I've learned more about Tim's odd habits that rub me up the wrong way but I've also learned more about how I'm not a saint either.  I've learned I become moody very easily if Tim doesn't do things the way I want them done, but have had to learn humility about when actually my way isn't always the right way.  I've learned to share my feelings and frustrations more than hiding them as travelling together doesn't allow time for one to stew by oneself.  But most of all, I know that travelling together means that we can share our thoughts and experiences.  Just today, looking over the wonderfully vast landscape of Arizona, if I ever wanted a vision of how big God is, I just have to look at the desert plains and canyons to know that He's even bigger than that and I can appreciate that with Tim.


We're hopefully (weather permitting) off to where 4 states meet at the same point - answers on a SAE as to which 4 they are...I'll give you a clue - we're in one of them already...if you've been concentrating, you'll know which one that is....


TTFN


Tic Toc xxx

Onwards and Eastwards....

Well, I'm sitting where I started.  In my Aunt and Uncle's house in the same clothes in which I arrived.  And here I am reflecting upon the last 4 weeks in Kiwi Land.

First, a brief summary of the events since the last blog.

We left you at Cloudy Bay...I navigated us (navigated is a strong term, more like informed Tim that he should follow the 1 road that there seems to be going south...) to Kaikoura.  The coastal road boasts exquisite views of both sandy and rocky coast line and Tim's favourite feature, seals.  

As we remember from the last blog, Tim has a love of all things living (the ducks) and likes to really bond with them as closely as possible.  Make no mistake, seals still fall under this category...  After stopping on the side of the road we found a seal rather close to the layby...snappy snap went the camera and I was set.  But Tim ventured.  Course he did.  He found another, slightly more awake one which was hopping (do seals hop?) from rock to rock - in my view trying to get away, but Tim wanted to follow.  So I went on with him and to my surprise, a seal was hiding under a rather large rock (seals are surprisingly well camouflaged) and I got the shock of my life.  Tim thought it was hysterical.  I was terrified.  The seal didn't seem too happy either.  I decided to head to less rocky pastures and use my long angle lens, Tim thought that using close proximity instead of the zoom was much better.  We left unscathed but upon our next (much more official seal sighting area) stop we learnt that one should stay about 10 metres away from the seals.  Oops.

We made it safely to Kaikoura.  Nothing untoward happened there so we'll move on.

Christchurch-ho!  The last time I went, the directions to my now 90 year-old great aunt Marion were 'keep the mountains on your right and the sea on your left and   you'll be fine'.  Super.  One way systems and ring-roads don't always behave according to such directions.  But we pressed on hoping I'd recognise something.  I did-ish...after a quick look at a map in an information centre we were on our way.   Marion gave us a guided tour of the earthquake aftermath of Christchurch, its so sad to see some of the oldest buildings turn to a pile of bricks.

We spent Sunday in Akaroa - a peninsular nearby and Tim swam with some dolphins.  He was told by the guide that if you sing in the water that they come closer to you.  He sung the theme tune to Emmerdale and up came the dolphins.  I cannot explain how such a song entered Tim's (I'm-super-talented-at-music-and-can-play-a-million-songs-on-the-piano) head, but it certainly did the trick.

We left our little blue shoe of a car in Christchurch, 3,000km older and headed back to Auckland.

We planned to explore some of the Coromandel but a dodgy tummy on my part led us to the doctors and a nice B&B for 2 nights...yesssss...hill top, sea view, a golden retriever called Bailey, a kingsize bed, ensuite, tv and dvd player, dressing gowns and tea and coffee making facilities.  It'll do.

Our penultimate night in NZ was at my Uncle Simon's where we were to camp again.  The long and short of that night was, we managed to pitch our tent on a slope, it had a hedgehog at our door when we finally went to it that evening and my uncle's last words were 'you won't have any problems camping here except for the wild animals'.  Super.  Wild boar, possum, rabbits and seemingly hedgehogs were on the list... 

As with all our stories, we survived that night and were greeted to a kipper that had been imported from Aberdeen.  My uncle knows what he likes and sources it accordingly.

So, as I started this blog, here we are, 4 weeks older and more travelled, browner and warmer than before.

We've loved it.  We could stay longer, perhaps forever.  We constantly window shop at estate agents dreaming up our future.  But for now, let me muse on what we've learnt.

- That Dr Pheasant's (my Geography teacher) teachings on longshore drift, meandering rivers, stumps, stacks, arches and caves at sea, tectonic plates and deforestation have all come in handy when gazing over the astonishingly varied landscape of Aeotearoa (Maori name for NZ).

- The Maori language will never cease to amaze me.  Seasoned with vowels like you wouldn't believe - Tim's pretty sure that all rivers have the same name.  And indeed in some cases it's true.  There are names in the North and South Islands that are the same because the meaning of the word makes sense in 2 places.  That's really helpful when you can't remember the name of a place and you're trying to tell someone about where you've been and it turns out there are 2 of them anyway.

- My family will always inadvertently call me by my mothers name, Julia.  It'll never change and I'm absolutely fine with that.

- Tim will always try and befriend any creature that moves and endeavour to learn it's 'noise'.  His hedgehog hiss is coming on nicely...

- Quote of the trip:

(whilst Nicola is driving the windy roads)

Nicola:  You ok Tim?

Tim: Yup....a little less lateral g-force would help...

I'm sure there's more.  One starts to think in blog as I'd love to share more of this trip with you.  But by now I'm sure that your coffee/tea is cold or your internet connection has timed out or you're losing sleep that would make tomorrow a much brighter day.  So til next time....

TTFN

Tic Toc xxx

It never rains, it pours!

When composing this blog in my head on Monday morning, I began with saying ‘I feel ill equipped to write another blog after the spectacular lesson learnt of not ‘building’ on flood plains’.  However, by Monday evening I had already composed this blog’s title of ‘It never rains, it pours’.

We spent the beginning of the week in Taupo, enjoying time with my god-mum and her family and entertaining ourselves with our self-guided Lord of the Rings tour – we have ‘done’ Mordor, don’t know what Frodo was complaining about – a perfectly agreeable volcano with a super set of rapids to play in.  We headed towards Wellington for the weekend, unawares of the Rugby 7s but thoroughly embraced the fancy-dress by going as ‘tourists’.  Once losing the final against New Zealand, we slunk back to Sophie’s flat (old Saudi friend) and hibernated, drowning our sorrows in fine NZ wine and The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.  Sophie, a newly crowned ‘resident’ of NZ had never seen any of the films.  Thus we introduced her to Peter Jackson’s work as he was due to be starting the Hobbit just up the road soon.  We bid our farewells, giving Sophie her bed back as she’d kindly given it up and slept in the living room all weekend, onwards and downwards to the South Island.

Anyway…onto the ‘exciting’ part.  The Weather.

Once again, the scene is set; cloud overhead but glimmers of hope as the sun endeavoured to shine through.  Some word of a shower (there were isobars on the weather forecast which implied as such, however my Geography A-Level failed me once again and I didn’t know what they meant, nor do I know the capitals of Europe Daddy) but it was heading north past where we were staying so we should not worry. 

3pm. We find a site with glow worms, gold panning and river tubing.  Oh and 90 teenagers should be arriving. Ace.  Nevertheless we set up our tent away from the kids and just before the drizzle.  Drizzle?  The drizzle turned to rain, morphing to small lakes being released from the clouds and we were told that the kids were unlikely to come.  So I tentatively asked that if they weren’t coming could we have one of the cabins?  The campsite was flooding.  I couldn’t believe it.  Luckily the common room (cement room) had snakes and ladders and a TV to watch the news.  The rain was due to clear.  Really?!  It wasn’t doing a great job of it so, we agreed to ‘splash out’ (excuse the pun) on the cabin and leave the tent to do as it pleased in the rain.  2 out of 3 camping experiences have included flooding.  I know I only teach 6-year-olds but I know that they aren’t good odds.  Anyhoo.  We survived.  In the cabin.  The nice wooden shed-like cabin.  The sturdy-rain-won’t-come-in shed-like cabin.

Since this event we have spent 2 water-free nights in the tent.  Surrounded by ducks.  Tim likes feeding the ducks.  Thus, we have ducks wherever we go.  One stole my apple today as I was sitting by a lake.  I think they’re the evil ducks (Eddie Izzard quote).

In other news…

My accent is almost fully kiwi – I now use vocab such as jandels, togs, undies, rellies and chucks.  Tim’s accent is still more Australian than it is kiwi but endeavours to call ‘cliffs’ ‘cluffs’ and asks whether any bird we see is a kiwi. No. They’re nocturnal.  

Kiwi radio is brimming with quality music from all eras – today’s highlights were Five and Blur.

Oh and Cloudy Bay wine tastes best at the Cloudy Bay winery, looking out at the vineyards, backdropped by mountains under a crystal clear blue sky. (After which, Tim insisted that we play swingball which was in the winery garden. Idyllic-ish.)

TTFN

Tic Toc xxx

...GO!

So lets go backwards, mainly because the events of the last 12 hours remain freshest in my memory...first let me paint an idyllic picture...


Lake Waikaremoana - in the middle of the native New Zealand bush.  On a map, the road access is dotted, implying parts of the road are missing.  Ah ha! we thought.  Adventure is ahead.  But this story regales an adventure that wasn't quite what I had in mind.


Upon arriving to our lakeside camping ground we were already tired from a morning of walking to lookout points and other nearby lakes so finding a cheap, mostly vacant camping spot was perfect.  This being the second time that we'd put up our new tent, we were getting pretty speedy at it and within 20 minutes I was laid flat inside 'guarding' the tent from mosquitos... After some reading, dinner was on our camping stove at 5pm - packet pasta carbonara and drinking red wine from the bottle.  Classy.  We were in the tent playing gin rummi by 6pm.  


At this point let me add the recent NZ weather pattern to give you some background...after arrive last Friday, we had 3 days of solid rain, a cyclone.  Thank you New Zealand summer.  We had enjoyed 3 days of sun but had heard about cyclone Wilma that was a'coming.  But don't worry, it'll be 'falling apart' by the time it hits the north island and if you get rain it'll be on Saturday afternoon...


So last night (Friday) we were greeted with red sky at night (shepherd's delight, I hear you say). No.  We were awake for most of the night to a steady downpour but no wind so didn't think much of it...530am we both awoke instantly - 'We're in water!' we said to each other.  And as luck would have it our tent had a few inches of water in it and about a foot underneath it.  Panic set in.  Head torches were on.  We opened then tent and the foot deep water came in.  Frantically picking up everything valuable Tim said 'Get a dry bag!'
What?!  Does it look like there is anything dry here?!  We found and lost and found and lost the car keys in amongst the mess of water and floating sleeping bags.  We emptied the inside of the tent into the boot and tried to wring dry material items (this is an unsuccessful activity in sheet rain).  A last check in the tent searching for any other goods felt more like a Crystal Maze activity in the Ocean Zone.  Luckily we were semi laughing...ish....  We got the tent down, chucked it in the boot and we were off.  But our car, the size of a shoe box (in fact it's rental name is The Juice Box) was also in the same flood!  Tim's expert driving got us on to the road.  The gravel road.  The uphill, unsealed, landslide filled, shear-drop sided, gravel road.


I tell you what, prayer was the only thing on my mind and every hymn/worship song I've ever sung.  We had 100km of this road and you could only go 30km an hour on it.  After passing through 3 broken rivers crossing the road, 9 landslides that left 80% road unpassable and 2 hours, we found tarmac.  Our new life-long friend. Tim drove another hour on this and we arrived in Taupo, at my Godmum's both in random tops and towels round our waists (anything we could find in the car that meant we weren't in our undies...) 7 hours early, much wetter than intended and thoroughly exhausted.


RIP Tim's walking sandals, the ipod, the ipod docking station and the camera.


I could tell you of funny incidents that had happened before this, like Tim thinking he'd seen a rhino in a field (Penny: very similar to the pteryodactyl incident in Cornwall) or when I thought a maori was going to break into the beach house we were staying in (it was only a hedgehog) but I feel that this waterworld event has been our bestest so far.  


I do apologise if you have been bored senseless through this unloading of information of our most recent event.  I myself have never read a blog before so am confused why we're writing one, but we are, so I hope that you have enjoyed a little of our adventure thus far.


Ta ta for now.


Tic Toc xx

...get set...

2 hours to go before leaving for the airport and the passports were nowhere to be found.  Having spent the last 2 weeks packing up our house, it could have been in any boxes at 3 different locations.  Panic set in.  Just before we started praying for them to miraculously appear, I located them in that super safe place I'd put them days ago.  God knows what we need before we do :o)


We flew from London, towards LA...the headset on my chair was dodgy and after a little bit of mentioning it to the staff, the 'concierge' (yes, Air NZ have a concierge service for economy) apologised, offered us a business class wine and cheese tasting and then a bottle of champagne to celebrate our honeymoon trip!  (Note: I told her that we were recently married and going to NZ to meet Mum's family for the first time...she took it as honeymoon, and no, we didn't correct her!)  So, so far so good...


Our transit at LAX led Tim to say 'We're in LA! This is where 24 is! Anything could happen!'  As it was, we stayed sat on the floor waiting for the plane to be cleared for a couple of hours, keeping ourselves entertained with travel Yatzee, complimentary crisps and water as Jack Bauer was nowhere to be found.

We're now in New Zealand - in the hospitable hands of my aunt and uncle.  We're currently surviving off of very little sleep from the flight but the promising smell of roast lamb in the oven for dinner is definitely worth pushing through... 

Our journeys begin on Monday - please pray for me as we will be camping.  I WILL be the outdoorsy kiwi that I have in me... Please pray for Tim - he has to put up with the slightly-less-active British lazy bones that I'd rather be...

Much love to all,

Tic Toc xx