Just spent some time at one of the most beautiful locations in the World. It takes more than thirty hours to get there from Europe. I enjoyed New Zealand very much. But as a team of travellers’ we f….d it up. The post is on goods and bads of a New Zealand trip. A subjective one. But if you travel there, do not repeat mistakes we made. Part one.
Our travel schedule as we planned it. The itinerery was bound by the hotel locations that we already paid for.
The journey begins. In forty minutes its boarding time on a flight to Singapore and further to Auckland. More than twenty-five hours on a plane. In Singapore I will meet with my five fellows. The sixth will await us in Auckland, New Zealand. Greetings from the Munich Airport. It is 11 am on January 26th, Friday. On our way we will lose a half day.
As we land it is short before midnight in New Zealand on Saturday 27th of January. The border control is a bit different from that in other countries. New Zealand authorities pay much attention to that people do not bring any foreign organic stuff into the country. It is not about customs duties. It is about protection of the local environment. If you have trekking shoes, you must not bring it with any foreign soil. No foreign seeds should be brought into the country. The border official tells me bluntly: ‘Lady, I am not interested in your passport. I am interested in that what you have in your luggage.‘ In the entry document I had to list the countries where I was in the past month. So, I listed Poland and Norway. ‘Do you have any outdoor equipment and shoes that you used there?’ ‘No, I do not. It is winter in Europe. I took only sport shoes that I use in the gym’. ‘You may go’ I hear. As the next step my whole luggage is x-rayed.
As usually short of time. Our time perception is confused. In Europe it is Saturday evening. Here, at the end of the world or better to say the beginning of the world, it is already Sunday morning on January the 28ht. The time difference is exactly twelve hours.
Just the morning view on Auckland. To get the view we woke up before six. For most of us it was only four hours of sleep. But it was worth it. We were excited as to what was to come next.
Auckland at the sunrise
Our first breakfast in New Zealand. A bit longer than we actually planned. One of our fellows is sick. We need to find a doctor. At that day we do not put quite much attention to this fact. Our fellow was given medicine. She will be all right…
As we wait for her, we try one of the numerous restaurants that serve breakfast menu. A kind of coffee shop. A couple of days before we departed we were sent a message by an acquaintance that departed a week before. ‘Those local restaurants it is something we should try and rely on.’ As we realised on that day and later on, good coffee is something you can count on in New Zealand. The breakfast menu is wide. At the counter I see things I am not accustomed to. Just the other way of prepping breakfast. The New Zealand way. In the restaurant we observe a couple of elderly ladies enjoying their Sunday morning. A leisurely and long Sunday morning …
My first breakfast in New Zealand. The filling was of salomon and spinach, a combination we are well accustomed to in Europe. But the wrapping was different to that I am accustomed to.
On a twelve people van we hired for our journey we hit the road. Finally we arrive at Matamata, heading to Hobbiton aka Shire (of the ‘Lord of Rings’ and the ‘Hobbit’). We are a bit jet lagged. We need to buy some food. We talk making us a barbecue night this evening. In aftermath an error, I think. But nevertheless. We enter yet another hypermarket. The first one was in Auckland where we bought us water and some snacks. But then we were a bit in a hurry. The hypermarket is very well supplied. Much of the stuff is well-known to us. It is of European and American manufactures, some of it however tailored for a New Zealand customer. We are at the end of the world, but may truly understand how globalisation works. The choice is exquisite.
Our hotel is not far away. It is the so-called lodge hotel. The apartments are like small homes: a living room with a kitchen, bathroom and bedrooms. It is a standard we will be seeing through most of our journey. In the backyard there is a small jacuzzi. Quite comfortable conditions. The hotel is one of the kind. A historic place. We were surrounded by New Zealanders on vacation. The air was a leisurely one. The New Zealand art of living. Only couple of meters away there were hot springs. I was excited about the evening. It might have been fun. It might have. But we had to hit the road. Hobbiton awaited us.
Hobbiton is located on a private property, which can be achieved only by coaches operated by the owners. The place is very picturesque and worthwhile. The whole village is maintained like it looked like on the Hobbit movie set. We are assigned a guide, who talks particulars and curiosities. Like the one, that Sean Austin aka Samwise Gamgee in one of the last scenes of the ‘Lord of The Rings’ trilogy was surprised by the director, who not having told him appointed his little daughter to play the Samwise’s daughter. Yes I can recall the scene. His face looked like truly surprised.
The walk through the Hobbiton takes us around two hours that end in the Hobbiton local pub (a restaurant). Designed for a ‘bit larger’ Hobbits. All Hobbits’ houses in the village are only exteriors. But in that restaurant you feel like being inside, even in the rest room. We were served ginger beer. But, we have to leave shortly. The next group that entered Hobbiton was the one that stayed longer there to enjoy a long evening in the Hobbits’ restaurant. To be frank, I was a bit envious of them. It sounded like fun.
The exterior of one of the many Hobbits’ houses in the Hobbiton village.
The Hobbiton restaurant, made to suit the men. I would have stayed there longer if I could.
In the evening it was barbecue time. Our schedule involved one night of camping in Milford Sound on the Southern Island. Therefore we were fully equipped in camping stuff. Barbecue was forbidden at our lodge hotel and it was too late to get a slot at one of the public gas grills available at our hotel. So we simply stopped at one of numerous rest places at a road side and made us party time. It was our first full day in New Zealand. Excited about our trip, we simply neglected to have a decent meal in the middle of the day. We all were hungry like wolves. We stopped at the first place suitable. Not a very good choice at all. Just between a road and a bit stinky cow field. No matter. With a sip of wine it was fun. Most of our time we spent however in the darkness after sun went down.
Our first barbecue night in New Zealand. It was fun, but with the alternative we had of spending the evening among New Zealanders a misconception. As it turned out, on our whole trip it was the only occasion
As we returned to our hotel, it was too late to enjoy the place. It turns out, unlike in most of the European locations, the social life ends early in New Zealand. A lesson for the next days. If you want to enjoy an evening in New Zealand being surrounded by locals in a local restaurant and enjoy the local cuisine, be aware that the kitchens close around eight or nine pm. If you do not switch over your thinking to the New Zealand way, you may end as we did in aftermath. Failing to truly taste, what the New Zealand cuisine has to offer.
If I had to choose once again, what to do on our first evening, after the Hobbiton visit I would come back to our hotel as quickly as possible, use the kitchen in our apartment to prepare supper and enjoy a New Zealand evening with locals lodging at our hotel. A beer in the hotel local pub would be a good idea, too. A relaxing bath in the jacuzzi in our back yard would do good, as well. We have been in New Zealand for less than twenty-four hours. Some relaxation after almost thirty hours spent altogether in the air in narrow seats would do good to all of us. Travelling long distances is a kind of discomfort that one just counts in. Counting in remedies as well would be wise. On that day I was however too tired to think of it.
To be continued …
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