New Zealand

What New Zealand meant for me- rolling green hills. So much green. My first helicopter ride, over the beautiful bay of islands- and the aqua water, the white sand,  islands scattered in the water. The hole in the rock, which looked impossibly like an elephant to me. The bright colours of Hobbiton, and the taste of cider by a warm fire. Steaming water, treetop walks with bright lights in the dark, and glow worms in the heart of caves. Wellington, with fluffy white buildings and empty roads that first night, like my very own city just for me, and sunrise over the city with the sloping houses and the warm light.

I can’t wait to go back. The South Island is waiting…


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