It can be difficult, sometimes, when participating in activities of a purely english nature to remember that we are actually in New Zealand... Punting down the Avon river yesterday alongside ducklings and goslings - with a plummy accented english boy in straw boat hat and waist-coat we could well have been in oxford....the only thing that flagged this trip as kiwi was the 'extreme adventure' nature of the originally quiet punt as we became stuck on a rock (perhaps if i hadn't had the pizza for lunch it wouldnt have been as much of a problem!) and our poor punter earned his wage by jumping into the freezing stream in bare feet to dislodge us...
continuing our road trip in the afternoon we made our way down to dunedin via world famous custard slices...i'm afraid i must now wax lyrical as, to describe the countryside we drove through with anything less than excessively flowery adjectives would not be doing it justice. Imagine the lushest, richest green, rollling hills you have ever seen...filled to the brim with chubby calves and skittish lambs...an ocean on one side, snow capped mountains on the other...Dunedin itself is a sprawling metropolis filled with scottish heritage and a hip and happening university city vibe which we hope to experience tonight.
today we visit penguins and albatross and a scottish castle....remind me which continent we are in??
stay tuned.. xxx
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