It is not often that I manage to getaway, especially somewhere as wonderful as New Zealand. When travelling to foreign lands or even local lands for that matter, what strikes me the most, as a visual person, is patterns. These are what I base my memories on, the images that I see repeated. On this adventure, New Zealand in the summer was breathtaking and full of Kiwiani icons.
My first impressions were colours; greens,blues and reds. The (weedy yet beautiful) agapanthus flowers line almost every road side north of Auckland. The sky is a beautiful blue which was such a contrast to the grey I left behind on the west coast. The reds of the pohutakawa trees reminded me that it was Christmas on the other side of the world.
As I have stated before, we spent most of our time in the country and the images I see are many many sheep, lots of rolling green hills and lovely little homes, some in disrepair with tin roofs weathered to a perfect colour of burnt orange, bee hives collecting lovely manuka honey, and very windy roads.
And finally the place we called home for part of our journey, my mother-in-laws home at the top of a farm road.
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