Auckland is not my first adopted home, and I’m sure it won’t be my last. It continues to surprise me just how quickly you can welcome a place to your heart, particularly when it likes to shower you in rain every now and again.
I have now been in New Zealand 15 weeks. I am beginning to understand the plight of the Kiwi’s, forgotten off the globe, ignored on the world stage, looking to Australia as a big brother and relative.
London seems some far off dreamland, romanticised in the collective imagination as 12 hours behind but 10 years ahead.
I am embracing the Kiwi love of sport, pursuit of the outdoors, both watching and participating. It seems to be all encompassing, whether it’s joggers on the waterfront, or All Blacks fans drinking together on a Saturday night.
In Auckland City, my shoes faithfully carry me home at night and the accent rarely catches me off guard. Even without leaving the city, Alice and I have glimpsed this countries beauty as we have skirted the coast of the harbour on a walk to mission bay, and walked between Pacific Ocean and the Tasman sea the two oceans which Auckland It’s volcanic cones and glistening waters are a treat, and I don’t tire of the sunrise over the Hauraki gulf, even when the sun has to fight its way through torrents of rain.
New Zealand is an apt name for this land, the last country to be settled by humans with Maori people only arriving an estimated 800 years ago and the geology ever changing. Rangitoto Island, a now distinctive part of the view, a mere 650 years young. The more I get to know it, the more I can’t wait to explore. The next chapter involves 2 wheels and 2 vegetarians with a mutual enjoyment of cake. In seven weeks we plan to tackle as many of the cycle tracks around the north and South Islands with just the luggage we can fit on our mountain bikes. Watch this space..