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Down to Welly

Train journey was good, got a great view of the north island scenery. I enjoyed spending some time on the open-air viewing platform during the trip, feeling the wind in my hair. Sometimes we were sunk down amongst hills and woodland, at other times we soared above via viaducts and bridges. The crew changed over the course of the journey – I guess my favourite had to be the Wellington crew as the guy who was giving occasional commentary had quite a dry sense of humour which amused me. E.g. at Hamilton, where we could get off for a few minutes for “some fresh air or a toxic cigarette…” (Well, maybe you had to be there. Anyway.)

So Wellington. Met up with Jode, stayed in a hotel for a couple nights which was such a luxury after hauling my stuff from hostel to hostel for the past week or so. Tried out a few cafes and a pub (Wellington apparently has more cafes and bars per capita than New York), visited Te Papa, the national museum, enjoyed nice weather (I brought the warm, dry weather with me I guess, as it had been rainy and windy here before I arrived), and today am taking the cable car up to have a stroll through the botanical gardens before it’s time for the bus to the airport.

So on to Christchurch, where we pick up the camper van tomorrow…

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Airhead

I have successfully arrived in the desert – not that I had to do much, aside from move myself from one mode of transport to another. On the other hand, my mom and brother had to brave dust storms to get to the airport to collect me!

The weather in the UK proved no obstacle, thankfully. I had heard one of the National Express coach guys saying all flights were cancelled out of Heathrow, which seemed like complete rubbish (and it was), but then the UK does have a habit of panicking when the weather gets more ‘extreme’ than rain so you never know.

Terminal 5 seems to have become more mainstream than last time I was there. The coach even takes you right to the doors. The convenience, I tell you! It wasn’t long ago they made you get out at T4 and take a city bus service to T5 (for free, granted, but still). After check-in, the next highlight was being specially selected as one of the passengers requiring frisking for sharp objects. They were watching us as we descended an escalator. I think it was the leg stretches I was doing in preparation for the long flight. (‘Stop that one – she’s obviously rearranging her collection of knives inside her trousers.’)

On board, I passed the time watching films and a spot of telly. After I lost interest in the BBC World News (shame) I put on Flight of the Conchords in honour of New Zealand. (It was the one with Jemaine’s Australian girlfriend, if you were wondering.)

So now I’m in Tucson, Arizona. I’ve eaten, I’ve slept, I’ve marvelled and blinked in the sunshine, which I really do think people who live here take for granted. I’ve seen a couple of hummingbirds today, which are always a pleasure. I also booked up some bits of my NZ itinerary for January, including a ticket on the Overlander service between Auckland and Wellington. It is meant to be one of the world’s great rail journeys.

But for now, time to enjoy Christmas with my family. And to try not to lecture anyone on the blessing of winter sunshine! (Nor to debate the meaning of the word ‘cold’…)