(If I can’t name all my posts after popular songs I can at least make them alliterative)
It doesn’t take long to begin feeling at home again in a place you’ve previously spent a couple of months. Especially when you’ve got two wonderful and gracious hosts who do things like picking you up at the airport following an 05:45 arrival and offering you a room in their home for a full week. As you may have guessed, this isn’t simply an idle, irrelevant observation. I DO have two such hosts (Oliver and Christine Woodbridge, very good friends of my sister Christi) and I DID start to feel at home in New Zealand in no time flat. After picking me up at the airport, we return to their home in the far southern suburb of Papakura. They claimed it was a sketchy part of town, but I had nothing but good (if quiet) experiences there.
Central Papakura. It doesn’t LOOK like an rough area of the biggest city in the country, does it? To me, it looked and felt like the main street of a nice little town. Not the most interesting photo, true but you all want to read about day-to-day living in addition to excitement and adventure and “tourist highlights” right? I hope so, because there’s probably a fair bit of that kind of thing coming up.