Alright. So we’ve been back in old zealand longer than we’ve spent in new zealand. Time to finish up.
SUNDAY! After we got back to AKL airport we routinely hopped onto the airport bus and hauled our backpacks to the YHA city hostel. Dumped all our crap and got dinner. AKL feels very familiar. And even though it’s not home, even being in a hostel on the edge of the CBD – feels a bit “at home”. So to keep that buzz going for a bit the next day(s) we went shopping. Shopping for cookietime cookies, timtams, snakes, squirms, bumpers, kiwi dip, jaffas and all kinds of kiwi food that’s super bad.. But so good. We bought an extra bag to fit all that stuff in and sistema fresh boxes to keep the cookies safe from them hard working airport ppl.
I can’t really say we did anything of interest or even remotely useful. Other than go up the skytower for the second time [after 5 yrs]. I made a nice’ish sunset timelapse up there. Corinde protected the gopro from the over eager chinese tourists. Teamwork eh? Anyhow.. Quay and albert park got to see us drinking matcha frapuccis and It slowly became tuesday night. Time to pack all our crap up (again) and to get the packs ready for the flight home on thursday.
WEDNESDAY! But before we went to AKL airport we went to see our friends Letitia and Gert. We met letitia at the office where she (still) works. Once there corinde got to see and talk to Robyn for a bit, a colleague whom she worked with closely in 2010. It’s a shame we didn’t get to spend more time with her. Would have been good. But the show must go on.
So after that meet and greet we went home with Letitia who was awesome enough to put us up for the night. Not only that, she made sure we had one of the best nights in NZ. We met Nicole (daughter and professional kiwi speaker), Brendon (“the copper”) and Martie (the “cop’s” wife and jetstar trolley dolly), both friends of our hosts and terrific ppl. All of them awesome south africans who moved to Aotearoa a few years ago. So yeah.. Afrikaners eh? Braai and wine! Brendon was good enough to have killed off Bambi. Not very cop-like I suppose, but very tasty. Letitia had taken care of some groceries, like a bit of rump steak and kumara. Master braaier Gert made sure the sliced cow had enough RED on the inside and I guess good company and wine did the rest. We loved it. Absolutely great.
(Thank you so much guys. Hope you’ll have us again when we come back!)
So then THURSDAY came around. A sad day for mankind, a great moment for our cat. We had to get ourselves on the emirates whale back to NL. Corinde had told him (Mauwmauw the cat) we’d be back in 35 lights. Cats are smart. There’s no cheating them. Especially ours. So leaving behind a trail of tears – an awful A380 flew us to Dubai in a mere 19 hours (ummpphhhhhhh) and then another took 7 hours of our lives to bring us to AMS airport. Where we were greeted by .. Winter again.