Wednesday, January 14, 2009

i'm leaving on a jet plane....across the tasman sea

Hello again! So another time has come to a close....we're leaving New Zealand and heading back to Australia. Melbourne specifically. The plan is to spend about a week in Melbourne, then go straight up the middle to see the outback, and a flight is booked on Feb. 5th into Vietnam. I think it's been 6 weeks in New Zealand total, and I have to say, I really love it here. New Zealand is just so incredibly beautiful, I feel like I just can't describe it properly! I've had a great time in this country, and I'm contemplating coming back after Asia to use my work permit. So tomorrow (well, today really, it's 2 am here) we'll be flying out from Christchurch. The last week has been interesting, I spent a few days on my own checking out the college town of Dunedin and then got back on the Stray bus with a hop off in the town of Twizel. From there I took a shuttle with a few people to Mt Cook Village. Mt Cook is New Zealand's highest mountain, and a particularly treacherous one for climbers. We only took a hike around the bottom of it, don't worry! It was amazing scenery. I stayed 2 nights and then got the bus onward to Christchurch. There are some new photos on FB here.

By the way, the title of the albums from New Zealand are lines from the tv show Flight of the Conchords, about two Kiwi guys in a band trying to make it in New York....it's an awesome show. I only mention this because Mom asked "who told you you could be a part-time model??" The answer: no one. It's from the show. But thanks for thinking I could be a part-time model...Mom.

The next time you hear from me I'll be back in the land of Oz.....

2 comments:

Ruth and Larry said...

Hey--I heard those Flight of the Conchord guys on NPR the other day!! They seem to still be in New York city, maybe starting to make it.

Nora said...

Mara a new season of FOTC is coming out soon..what say you come back to North America so we can watch it together?

Screw Bret and Jemaine...I just want you.

Marzipan, toronto blows without you.