OK, I'm currently in Wellington, capital of New Zealand, and back to proper backpacking after working for a few weeks in Sydney. I flew into Christchurch and have a whistle-stop tour of both islands before flying onto South America next month.
Everyone raves about New Zealand, it's early days for me, but I'm not going to piss in your coffee and call it cappuccino. So far the weather's been pretty poor and Christchurch and Wellington aren't the most happening cities in the world. In between Kaikoura was beautiful and windswept, but I think some of the better places - not to mention sky-diving and bungee jumping - lie ahead.
It's expensive to travel here, even though the cost of living is fairly cheap, and I've wound up on a Magic Bus tour, which is as cheesy as it sounds - the driver says "sweet as" every sentence and has a CD collection better suited to torturing spies than entertaining tourists.
The above was written a couple of days ago and saved as a draft. The weather's improved and I'm currently in Mount Maunganui ( or something like that). The scenery is breathtaking. New Zealand reminds me of home, the weather is mixed, the people are really friendly but reserved like the Brits, rather than ebullient like the Aussies. Life's pretty good right now. I'm heading to the beach and will then climb a mountain in the early evening (it's not a big mountain).
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We had an geography exchange teacher from Mount Manganui in 1991. One of my friends and his family went to live there for a year in his place because his dad was a teacher. He used to talk about 'zoonamis' a lot. He was called Mr Crossman. Be careful is all.
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