Settling In

Bryce and I have boysenberry cobbler to eat this evening, that we got "to go" from the quaint restaurant near Mt. Hood.  Mt. Hood is our new mountain that we live by, here in Portland, Oregon.  It's about an hour and a half away from home, and the plan was to go hiking today.  Well Bryce ended up going hiking; I ended up being seized by fear from the prospect of bears and didn't go more than 2 minutes down the path.  It's been three and a half years since my last hike in bear territory after all, and my fear of bears seems to have increased.

So I had a pleasant three hours in the car napping in the sun with a gorgeous view of Mt. Hood while Bryce hiked on his own. He said the only animals he saw were the two dogs that some hikers were walking.  He also heard a chipmunk.  I wish there was an app for Bear GPS so I knew how close they all were to me.

After a lunch/dinner at this wooden restaurant called the "Zigzag" we met up with friends for kickball.  It was a late 6pm game and it was already getting dark an hour later, when the game finished up.

Home now for boysenberry cobbler and tea.  Bryce wants to know how I'm supposed to heat up my water for my tea as we don't have an electric kettle.  "Microwave," I say, and he jokingly gasps.

Every day we have is touched by New Zealand, in some way or another.

Preparing for our Return

It's been a crazy few years, and an especially strange last 6 months in the household.  We moved out of our apartment in December, thinking that we were soon to be arriving in Vermont, but a job that Bryce had been promised fell through.  The temporary living arrangement we then secured of flatting with 3 others turned semi-permanent; we've been here 5 months now and are leaving the country in another month, via SE Asia.

The topic of conversation between B and I the last year has been-- do we move or stay?  Why?  We've finally decided to move back to the States because we just need a good dose of family and our old friends, as well as that feeling of being home and comfortable.  I know that when I move back and get in the swing of things again, I'll remember the beauty of NZ, how I could take a gorgeous run or drive along the coast whenever I feel like it, and I'll kick myself for moving.  What has reconciled me to moving is knowing that the US isn't better or worse than NZ, it's just different.  We love the two places equally and definitely plan on moving back.  Just how soon is the big ?

NZ: waaaaaaay better than Aus!

Okay Australia has a lot going for it:
you get paid more
hit less by the recession
better shopping
better prices on clothes/food/petrol
culture is pretty similar to America; less of this tall poppy stuff.

However, New Zealand is way way WAY more beautiful. There's more to do and Wellington in particular is a pretty special place because you have a small-community feeling combined with big city bars/museums/events. This beautify and community feel, combined with an almost complete lack of dangerous animals that can kill you, means that NZ is the place for me.

In an effort to convince my loved ones to leave downtrodden America for NZ, let me show how wonderful it is to move to NZ, where it's beautiful almost all the time. (And don't move to Aus where you can't even swim in the ocean for fear of salties (Salt water crocs) and stingers (jelly fish)).


Cathedral Cove in Hahei, NZ


Hahei Beach

Queenstown, NZ

Mt. Ruapehu in the summer, seen from the small airplane Bryce took to fly to Rotorua this week.

Picton, on the South Island of New Zealand.

View of Wellington from Mt. Kaukau



sailing in Wellington

Sheep on the North Island of NZ

The pass to Gisborne on the North Island

Road to Mt. Cook on the South Island of NZ

jaywalking kiwis

I think I figured out why kiwis don't make a huge effort to use the cross walk when crossing the street. I think they think that by using a crosswalk, that is inconveniencing traffic by making them stop, and that just isn't polite. So they'll wait until one lane is clear, walk to the center line, and then stand there in the middle of the road, (sometimes holding their child's hand or pushing a stroller), and wait until the next lane is clear to run across.

I'm in their miiiiinds.

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This whole issue of jaywalking is a big one for me. Wellington is dealing with many pedestrian injuries/deaths lately and are grasping at straws trying to figure out what to do about it. They've lowered the speed limit to 30 kms (That is 18mph people!) They have started a small advertizing campaign about safe crossing. They considered erecting barriers along the footpath, but data from Europe show that pedestrians jump over those barriers, making crossing in front of cars even more dangerous. Next, the city is hiring a psychologist to help relate to the pedestrians.

Police in Wellington do not ticket jaywalkers.

I've mentioned to acquaintances that giving out jaywalking tickets would solve the problem. I've received various responses:

• Guffaw!! (askance smile to neighboring non American)
• Seems a little Big Brother doesn't it?
• Wellington can't make a city law for the police to enforce, as the police are national (well okay that makes sense then).
• The police have better things to do than to hand out tickets to pedestrians!
• The police department and city do not have the money to employ officers to hand out tickets. (The local newspaper, the Dominion Post, reported in July 2011: "The Dominion Post counted 336 people crossing against the traffic signals at the intersection of Willis St, Willeston St and Lambton Quay between 1pm and 1.30pm on Wednesday." ) (dude, they generate revenue k?)
  

There is something seriously wacky going on with the Wellington pedestrian for sure. I've made it my personal mission to honk some sense into any idiot who strays across my path when I have a green light. Yeah I see your snotty look you brat. But now you're deaf. ha ha!

Routeburn Track and Milford Sound