Naki it to me!
Trip Start Apr 21, 2010
21Trip End May 31, 2010
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Chateau Du Chopz
We set sail from Rotorua in the morning, and headed out. It was sad to drive past the turnoff to the Zorb hill, I averted my eyes and whispered a little vow of return to the gods of the almighty zorb, and we were on our way. New Zealand is very hilly and there are a lot of sheep. I know this is a common fact, but just in case any Canadians didn't believe the legends, I am here to confirm that they are true. And it's green. Not like, prairie-I-think-there's-a-green-patch-over-there green. It's a mix of all kinds of green colors at once. Every bloody picture looks like a damned postcard. It's green, and gorgeous. We stopped in Hamilton for some shopping, Hamilton is really nothing to write home about. Ya, it's nice and all, and has a mall.... and there are lots of university kids running about.. that's about it.
Oh, and you know those stupid snakey roads that just make the road in the mountains of BC look like a giant corkscrew? Tarakaki's roads
Went for a quick stop over in Otorohanga to visit Siobhan at work, and a stop in PioPio to visit with Tracey, James and Miss Ruby. Have I mentioned how friendly everyone is down here? Because they are incredibly welcoming and hospitible. I <3 them all.
So we leave, just in time for it to be all sunsety, and when you come over the last hill, you can see the ocean, and New Plymouth, and Mt. Taranaki poking out through the clouds in the distance. Beautiful. It was night by the time we came into New Plymouth, so he just showed me around a bit, and we went to his place (it exists! And I recognized the corner to it. To you, Google Earth Stalking).
Next day was filled with showing me around the sights of New Plymouth
We then decided to make dinner, but not just any dinner. A multi-cultural infusion, blending the fine New Zealand cuisine, and the hearty Canadian palattes together in a true symbolic intermingling of our distinct cultures and heritage. We ate Kiwi Dip, Kraft Dinner and beer. YUM!!! LOL WE'RE AWESOME. And we stayed in at night to talk to HOOSE-A-PALOOZA on Skype, and watch my first game of rugby league. OK. We all know about my fondness for sporting activities. And we all know that I love football. Well, rugby is even MORE FUN TO WATCH. Faster, more intense, harder hitting, and they wear shorts. Nuff said.
Okay. I've spent a lot of time on this blog discussing how amazing and awesome New Zealand is in every way possible. But don't soil your Stanfields yet kids. There are some flaws to this green wonderland. The following are the distinct flaws that this nation seems to think is OKAY on a daily basis.
1. The Bugs. Honestly. They're the size of beavers. The mosquitos are as big as your face, and they seem to think they need to co-exist with the bastards. Case in point:
AMBER: (from shower) "EEWW
SHENAN: "Lets see.... oh, those are just daddy long legs, Keep them there."
AMBER: (stunned silence coupled with incredulous stare)
SHENAN: "Whot? They keep the bad spiders away."
AMBER: "SO YOU ROOM WITH LESS HARMFUL SPIDERS TO KEEP THE MEAN SPIDERS AT BAY!?"
AMBER: "HAVEN'T YOU KIWI BASTARDS EVER HEARD OF RAID!?"
SHENAN: *sfx: hysterical laughter*
2. Bathrooms. Our bathrooms are a pretty, lavender scended, rose petal adorned sanctuary where we can do our business and feel less dirty about it. Not so much here. They seem to think that since you poop there, they should make it look shady and scary. Thank goodness I am a master at the art of hovering.
4. I have only went to get in the wrong side of the car 9 times. I figure that's pretty good, but Chopz is still counting. LOL
5. LACK OF HOCKEY. Disgusting. When we have to seriously put on our search helmets to try to find a Stanley Cup hockey game on either TV or the internet, because all programming is devoid of it, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH THIS. It's the Stanley Cup kids. Mucho Importento. Thankfully after the rugby league game, we finally found a station that had a half an hour of NHL On The Fly which saved my craving for sticks and pucks. But this is a problem. Oh, and it's called "ICE hockey" here, otherwise they think you're playing hockey with pebbles and sticks on a beach or something. Dispicable.
That's all I can think of for now. So there you go. I'm finally in the Naki! And it's kinda awesome. Until next time, Canada... keep your stick on the ice.