I am a hopeless romantic. Completely. Utterly. Hopeless. I love people, photos, poems, stories, gardens and places that make my heart feel full.
I promised you all one last blog post from our recent trip to the South Island of New Zealand, and here it is. When I last posted, we were travelling down the east coast to make our way back to Christchurch.
Hello again everyone. I have sooo much to share with you about our ongoing adventures around the South Island Of New Zealand. We sure have covered some miles.
One of the things that New Zealand is famous for is it’s adrenaline sports: bungee jumping, skiing, skydiving, white water rafting and jet boating. I would never bungee jump, I think we may have missed the ski season somehow, I’ve been skydiving, and white water rafter just didn’t really appeal. That left jet boating.
With our newly-acquired campervan-ing skills now fully entrenched in our repertoire of “cool skills”, we headed for Milford Sound. It’s almost a five hour drive, and believe me when I say that by hour three, you’re starting to think, “This thing better be worth it!”. It’s worth it.
Hello from the South Island, everyone, where Jarrad and I are currently driving a campervan that I have let him name “Broomhilda”. When I last updated you on our adventure, we’d just been to Hobbiton on the North Island. That evening we caught a plane to Christchurch and picked up a campervan.
When we settled on New Zealand as our holiday destination, the first thing I decided I wanted to do was see Hobbiton- the movie set that depicts The Shire in The Lord Of The Rings and The Hobbit movies.