New PlymouthJanuary 24, 2017 in New Zealand
Wind Wand Skulptur & Te Rewa Rewa Bridge
Wind Wand Skulptur & Te Rewa Rewa Bridge
The Pukeiti gardens were stunning - many rhodos!! And Mt Taranaki looms above ....
I really like this mountain. He is so impressive.
But he obviously don't like me 🤔
Already last year I was here but he was covets I clouds and not good to see and this year it's exactly the same again.
I was thinking to take a longer walk up on the mountain, but it was too bad weather on the mountain so I could just take a small walk around.
Maybe he is nice to me and I get a nice picture tomorrow before I leave again 😉Read more
Dis 1 Desember, die jaar lê op sy rug. Dis offisieel somer in die suidlike halfrond. Die son het sy verskyning in New Plymouth gemaak en dis heerlik vandag. Ons is vroeg uit die vere om op die New Plymouth coastal walkway te gaan draf. Party outjies is dalk bietjie effens ambisieus na die halfmarathon, maar ek sê nie veel nie en aanvaar die bereidwilligheid met ope arms. Mount Taranaki (berg) pronk nog met 'n lagie sneeu en is uiteindelik sigbaar agter die banke mis die laaste twee dae.
Dis 'n pragtige kusroete oor die Fitzroy rivier al langs die see, randomly gaan mens 2x oor 'n treinspoor. Daar is oral mammas met stootwaentjies, fietsryers, ywerige drawwers en 'n paar bleek New Zealanders wat net die son wil groet. Dis 'n drawwer se droom om soveel opsies in 'n stad te hê, sonder verkeer.
Ek sukkel ook ma bietjie plek plek, maar my kop haak uit met die mooi natuurskoon en ek hol 7km. Roedolf is gebreek en ek help nie. Ons stap 'n ent ( bietjie stadig vir my standaarde ek raak, kry koud), toe draf ek weer.
Tuis bou ek vir Roedolf 'n roereierwrap ( hoe weird klink dit)? Ek smyt wasgoed in en tittewyt bietjie vir bietjie Isabel tyd in die dorp. Ek moet se dis hemels om weer die luukshede in die lewe terug te hê, 'n haardroer, straightner spieel en natuurlik 'n warm stort. .Ek drentel deur New Plymouth se strate en drink ' n L'Affare coffee by Petit Paris- my lewe is n sukses met ietsie frans in die mix. Ek dagdroom oor my plekkie eendag, ek dink ek kort n papier en 'n pen of 'n spreadsheet ( spreiblad klink net nie reg nie).
Today I will head off to Hawke's Bay where Darran lives, looking forward seeing him again! Yesterday I spent the last day with Yvonne and Andrew, starting with a delicious breakfast at 'le petit Paris', owned by French and it was newly opened five years ago. Talia, Yvonnes best friend, Chris and their three month old daughter Arabelle were there, too. We had a walk in the surroundings of New Plymouth and then it was time to say au revoir to my two awesome friends, which made those days in New Zealand unforgettable. It's always a sad thing to say goodbye but at least with a goodbye, there is a hello again to come. I hope they will manage visit me in Europe. Otherwise I just have to fly back to New Zealand.
On my way home i met Bob, a 66 year old. He was sitting in a wheelchair, we started to chat and had a long conversation. He had an accident 6 years ago and is incompletely paralized at Th12. He told me how he managed to deal with his handicap and I was very impressed. He told me that when he was in Rehab, there was a sign in the dining room which said: 'Don't let the thing you can't do stop you from the things you can do." He hated this quote from Ronald Reagan, he was so angry at this time but at the same time it became a bit his way of seeing life. It's all about compromising. He doesn't have problems anymore but challenges. And to the question if the glass is half full or half empty, he says, maybe the glass is just too small. What a wonderful man.
In the evening Andrew (another one) cooked diner for me because he looked at my soup the evening before and said, he wouldn't feed that to his dog. I said then that I am better in making dessert, so then we had a deal. He cooked diner and we had mousse au chocolat for dessert. Charline, a french girl, joined and we had a wonderful evening.Read more
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