Hello all yes... I know I have been positively shit at updating this thing due to the fact that I have been living out of a bang and discovered BBC Iplayer and it is only now when i have assesment due in the coming weeks. So lets start from the beginnig our tour de New Zealand would now be possible without that of a red car which I have named Barnibus. So heres a summary of the Baileys antics and how we did not kill each other in the sheep filled archipeligo.
If there is one thing the guide books do not tell you it is this. If you get carsick, do NOT drive around the north island EVER. I found this out the hard way on a drive to a beach called Piha for christmas day where we had a picnic accompanied with a few moments where we thought we were going to have to have our christmas dinner in the car due to fears of, Cornish weather aka wind and rain.
Carsickness continued through much of the tropical jungle that was north land and for much of the Coromandel Peninsula and tinkered off some where between Whangamata, the hook up Capital of New Zealand AKA Newquay for Kiwis and home of a lovely golden retriver called jackson that belonged to the owner of the lodge we were staying in who became my snuggle buddy during one sunday sunny afternoon.
Aside from windy roads the North Island was very tropical with ferns everywhere....explaining why the national emblem is the silver fern. On our German holiday on roids with our trusty steed Barnibus we stayed in a few lodges one of which involved foreced socialization with the other guests and the lodge owners. The other guests where this couple.... She was about sixty and he was in his mid thirties, who wern't the most engaging of people and we found ourselves laughing back in the confindes of our room. All I got to say is the girl got GAME!
Following our stint in the middle of nowhere and Rotorua.... as we called it, Pootorua due to the smell of sulfer which can only be explained as resembeling that of human excrement. featuring our hotel giving us a two bed room one of which was soaking wet. To quote my mother, if anyone has cronic wind or wants to be able to have a curry and be able to fart without fear, Rotorua is the place to do it, as you can have a fart as silent and as deadly as you want and no one will ever be able to tell.
New Zealand is a bit of a strange and backwards country, everywhere else come new years eve everybody flocks to the cities for a glorious piss up.... In New Zealand however, everyone flocks to the countryside resulting in a fireworks show being cancelled in the nations capital, Wellington due the the fact there was zero people in the city. As a result we opted for a 7 course meal, Austin Power and an early night.
If you ever travel to the South Island have your camera charged at all times as it is insainly beautiful and it well worth doing by train. Christchurch is a real mix of emotions due to earthquake damage but it has a lot of potential..... and amazing food and is pretty much England looks wise.
The furthur south you get in New Zealand the more it looks like Scotland and the more sheep you see, such was the case of Dunedin, aka New Edinburgh, and gateway to the Otago Peninsula which I would definitely say is a must do. We visited an Albatross colony..... which up until then I though Albotrosses were invented fictional characters by Monty Python..... there is a reason I am no in animal biology.
Terminating in New Whistler, aka Queenstown which involved lots of unwinding and a trip to Milford Sound other with the most irritating tour guide of life who we all wanted to kill by the end of it.
