Jimmy K, Jamie and a bear
So I’m a bit green around the ears when it comes to technology and this blogging game is all very new to me. I told a few people in NZ that I’d start a blog to let you know of our adventures – here it is.
Back to the start.
After a somewhat protracted farewell (about 3 farewells in Wellington, one in Te Kuiti, and number of farewell catchups in Cambridge, Hamilton and Auckland) we finally made it to the Auckland Airport on a dark, rainy and cold Wednesday night (July 16) for an emotional farewell…………..from the shuttle bus driver.
In keeping with our illustrious reputation we taxied to the bar nearest our friends apartment in Kitsilano (Kits to the locals).
After ditching our four mammoth backpacks (containing our life’s possession – except for my LOVE LIFE which is in storage in Lower Hutt, details later) behind the bar, we ordered a couple of Budweisers to wet the whistle before moving on to the more local varieties.
Ami arrived and joined us for a beer and we got the local low down before James (James Love – yes, two James’s can be a tad confusing: Nicole is trying to call me Jimmy K but always forgets) arrived to help us with our packs the one block to their apartment.
After ditching our packs in James and Ami’s spare room we got a guided tour of the local Kitsilano precinct and then headed to Granville Island for a few beers and some kai – North American style.
After a solid sleep we felt surprisingly sweet on Thursday morning – I even went for a short run.
While Kits has a distinctly St. Kilda (Melbourne) feel about it, our brunch was anything but typically Aussie (or Kiwi) – massive portions.
