well, my first NZ warm weathered christmas has come and gone. my parents flew across the globe to come spend the holidays with me – which meant i was lucky not to have to miss out on spending time with my family during the holidays, and also prevented any tear stained five page long entries in my hand written journal.
to celebrate christmas, my mom was nice enough to organize a trip for us up to the bay of islands to take an overnight cruise. we took a bus ride up which took about three hours, which actually felt more like three days as unfortunately we opted for the “commentary” version of the bus ride. our tour guide, peter, had a real knack for uttering information that was either obvious (“and on the right we have some cows..”) or related to only his life (“we’re about to pass a school i once attended”), and usually repeated everything he said between three to five times. he also yelled at people for talking, which was actually kind of awesome.
eventually we arrived at our ship where we were greeted by a photographer in a santa hat who eagerly took post three hour bus ride photos (photo not included in the blog - obviously). we cruised around to see a few of the islands of historical importance in the area, and then stopped on a remote beach to have a few hours to relax, explore, or kayak in the coves. pretty sure it’s not hard to guess what i chose to do…
our ship - the ipipiri
just casually cruising by some of the most beautiful islands IN THE WORLD
the beach we stopped on. that i laid on for 2 hours.
2011 virtual christmas card?
anyway, after the beach we had a nice christmas dinner, drank a few glasses of wine, and watched the sun set from the ship. pretty perfect way to spend christmas – even if it felt a bit strange to be half sun burnt.
my mom and i before christmas dinner. a little windblown, a little sun burnt, maybe even a little drunk.
christmas eve sunset
on the way back
nz christmas tree
you’ll be shocked to learn that i have not tampered with the saturation/exposure/etc of any of these photos. the water, sky, and land really are the same colors in real life, if not more vibrant. i want to make a joke about how if you’re on crazy drugs the colors might be different, but all the jokes sound lame so i’ll just leave it at that.