Taking a plane in Europe is an obstacle course with multiple security checks, fluids put in little bottles and X rays that reveal your privates. We are happy to report that catching a domestic flight in NZ is like going back in time to an age when you presented your ticket, your baggage was tagged and off you flew. All we did at Napier was give our name, hand over our bags, and off we toddled. We had hoped that clear skies would give us a good view of the North Island but a Long White Cloud obscured everything. We had to change planes in Wellington. It was predictably windy and the plane was a bit twitchy on approach but Air New Zealand are probably used to it. The second leg to Nelson was much smoother and we had a good gander at Wellington as we took off. This was followed by magnificent panoramic views of the Marlborough Sounds. We could see the Cook Strait Ferry, way down below, fighting its way through the waves on its 3 hour journey to Picton. We were quite happy up in our little propeller plane, only a 35 minute ride to Nelson.
At Nelson, it was time to pick up another Yaris and head to our home for the next seven days in nearby Richmond at the Richmond Retreat.
By the way, as well as learning to stick out our tongues and to bulge our eyes, we have been learning to speak New Zulandish.
Siven, Siven, Siven - a big Boeing plane that we arrived on.
Windy - a girls name
Duffy Cult - not easy
Ackwotick - something to do with water
Yis - the opposite of no
Trundler - shopping trolley
Plunger - Caffetiere (plunger is better)
Awesome - what its like to be a pom in NZ for a month! | 
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