Weekend in Auckland

After our big trip to Rotorua last week, we were too scared – oops, tired – to take the kids on another long drive, and decided to get to know our new city a bit better instead.

First stop was Otara market, New Zealand’s largest street market. Despite's C's protests: "I don't wanna go to a fly shop" (he meant flea market!), we packed the kids into the car.

Back in Brisbane, the Husband and I regularly haunted the local farmer’s markets, particularly the one at Rocklea. I love buying really fresh fruit, vegies, seafood and bread, all so much nicer than those at the supermarket and at a fraction of the cost.

We’d get up early, grab a coffee and breakfast at the markets, and have our shopping over nice and early. The kids, grudgingly, grew to like the tradition, particularly the breakfasts – usually a bacon and egg wrap for C, and pancakes for the Princess.

But I haven’t found any similar in Auckland – yet.

Otara was huge and we probably didn’t even see all of it (mainly because the kids through a wobbly half-way through. H. hated all the hustle and bustle and promptly demanded to be ‘luppied’, and C. couldn’t stand still because he wanted to buy everything he saw – and couldn’t, because of a distinct lack of pocket money.(We’re trying to be a bit stricter with the kids, and not give in and buy them something whenever they crook their little fingers but encourage them to save up for things they want instead. But that’s another story).

Anyway, Otara is huge. Pacific Island, Maori, Asian and Pakeha stallholders display everything from traditional tapa cloth and artwork, to funky t-shirts and babywear. And it’s a great spot for cheap toys, shoes, bikes and skateboards (hence Chase’s consternation!) We didn’t splash out on this occasion, but something tells me Santa’s going to be making a toy-buying expedition later in the year…

Foodwise, there’s Indian, Chinese, Cook Island, even Hangi meals on offer. I tried a breakfast souvlaki, because everyone else seemed to be having one too. It turned out to be a huge piece of fried bread containing steak, lamb, egg, salad, garlic and chilli, all for $7. I’m not sure I’d order it again (I don’t think my waistline could afford it), but it was tasty – and very messy! After about 15 minutes of shopping, K. obligigingly pointed out there was still sauce around my mouth…(Men. You can't live with them.)

Anyway, there was a fruit and vegie section there too, and for the first time since arriving here, we saw prices for fresh produce approaching those we’re used to paying at home. Tomatoes for $3.99 a kilo (we’ve been paying $9.99 in the shops), apples for 99c/kg (compared with $3.99), lettuce $1.50 instead of $4, oranges, bananas, potatoes, and more, all at prices that appealed to the penny-pincher in me. Not surprisingly, we’ve had to watch the budget when shopping for fresh foods, so it was great to stock up without breaking the bank!

The rest of the day turned into a rainy Auckland afternoon, so K. and the Princess joined the local DVD store while the Dude and I hung out for a while, and we settled back and watched a few movies with the kids. With all the stress of packing, moving, and unpacking again, it was the most relaxed we’ve been in a long time.

Luckily, Sunday was a sunshiney day again, and we crossed the bridge to Devonport. It’s a gorgeous seaside village, framed by extinct volanoes, and boasts awesome views of Auckland and beyond.

There are loads of quaint book and art shops to explore (and we had intended to buy some presents for loved ones back home until we saw the price tags – sorry!)

We joined the crowd at a bustling café for an expensive, but yummy breakfast. Chase enjoyed his first fluffie – the Kiwi word for babycino – much to his amusement. (I don't need to remind Aussie readers what a fluff is!)

What I love about Auckland is how dog-friendly it is. Just about everyone sitting at the outside tables had a dog, all of them sitting patiently and adoringly next to their owners. Of course, our kids loved that and wasted no time making friends with everyone and their furry friends. (Okay, I loved it too!) I was worried the kids might be bothering people and stepped in, but no, everyone was welcoming, assured me they were fine, and encouraged the kids to pet and play with their pups. “What delightful kuds,” we were told more than once (to our surprise – and delight!)

After brunch, we took the kids for a long walk along the beach, and let them explore the rock pools and collect shells for a while. Of course, it was way too cold to swim, but they didn't seem to mind.

That afternoon, I took the kids for a play at the park across from where we live.

Coming from the Brisbane suburbs, I was really worried about not having a backyard (frontyard in our case) for the kids to play in, and all the trappings like trampoline and swing-set, which had to be sold prior to our move. But we’re lucky that there is a park so close, and we have a pool and spa here, so we’re really not missing it that much. Kyle in particular, is not missing spending his weekends mowing or cleaning the pool!

And we’re all keeping much more active, myself included, so that's got to be good.

We miss everyone at home, but today, Monday, our phone was finally connected! We’re on a great plan for phone calls to Aussie, so look forward to some long chats soon.

Rotorua - Where No One Can Smell Your Fart

We’re back from our first weekend away in New Zealand.

With science-mad kids, we decided our first overnighter should be Rotorua, about a 3 ½ drive from Auckland.

We had the kids breakfasted and dressed and were on the road early. Even so, by our first petrol stop, less than an hour into the trip, C. and H. were both starving! Husband, in his wisdom, had banned eating in the car (mind you after seeing the mess the kids had made in my old car before we sold it, for good reason). But that meant I hadn’t packed any snacks. And I had to admit to needing a coffee.

And so we found ourselves queuing for nearly 25 minutes at the service station café, for what is possibly the worst coffee I have ever tasted in my life (and that’s from someone who has spent a lot of time in country Australia). Next time I’ll remember to pack a flask.

The kids were happy with their haul though – juice and brownies – especially as we broke the rules to allow them to snack as we drove to save time.

Cambridge was the next stop, where we literally spent a penny (actually it was 50 cents each) to use the loos. A farmer’s market was on nearby, so the kids picked up a bag of organic apples and juice for the journey.

Finally we made it to Rotorua, where the first sights of steam rising from cracks in the ground prompted cries of excitement (from the adults as well as the kids).

We stopped at a local park, where the kids excitedly checked out a few hot springs, while complaining about the smell. We’d been warned about ‘stinky’ Rotorua, but were still overwhelmed by “The Stench” as C. called it. Still, there was a bright side. “Now we can fart and you won’t know if it’s us or the hot springs”, he announced excitedly. H. lost no time in testing out the theory!

We snacked on yummy roti and samosas made by local Maoris for lunch, before checking out our hotel. I’d booked an internet special online, and after reading a few trip advisor reviews (after instead of before the booking), I was a bit worried about what we’d find. But the Hotel Sudima was fine. Sure they lost our booking, but they found it again; and our room wasn’t ready on arrival, but they gave us a key to the pool and loads of towels so we could go for a swim in their thermatically heated pool.

It was divine! Even warmer than the hydrotherapy pool I used in Brisbane for my arthritis exercises.

For $129 a night for all of us, including breakfast, you couldn’t really ask for more … even though the Rotorua smell somehow followed us everywhere.

We walked around the lake, napped, and enjoyed hot spas in the afternoon, before heading to a Maori show and hangi that evening. It was touristy, but fun, and the kids were spellbound.

We all enjoyed the hangi, and later, the Princess joined me on stage for a poi dance, while the big and little men got to do the Haka.

Next morning, we visited the Wai-O-Tapu Thermal wonderland. Billed as New Zealand’s most diverse area of geothermal activity, it’s a bit like visiting the Land That Time Forgot.

Steam rises from eerily coloured pools and vents, mud gurgles and plops, steam vents hiss, and cavernous craters dot the land.

It’s one of the coolest places I’ve ever been – up there with unforgettable must-sees like the Grand Canyon and Victoria Falls – and of course, the kids loved it. Even the Princess forgot to ask to be ‘luppied’, so entranced was she by the sights and sounds (and even the offensive smells).

The Little Dude was taken by the names of some of the attractions: the Devi’s Home, Devil’s Bath, and the Infernal Crater, to name a few.

And they both loved the eruption (induced by soapflakes) of the Lady Knox Geyser, which soaked them both as it erupted about 20 metres up into the air.

We would have loved to have stayed longer at Rotorua (and I for one, would love to return to try the world-famous Polynesian Spa – girls’ weekend anyone?), but reality beckoned.

As well as a busy week at work for K., the kids have an art night, barbecue and concert at school this week. And with our internet and phone set to be connected any day now, I’m back at work soon too.

It’s hard to believe we’re only starting our fourth week in Auckland, but it’s already starting to feel a lot like home.

Tele-miscommunications

Enjoying city live - and a spot of Japanese



I haven’t been able to blog for a while because, quite frankly, telephone companies in NZ suck.

We organised for our phone and internet to be connect nearly a week ago - and we're still waiting.

An initial 1-5 business days, became 3-10. Every time we phoned, we were told something else. Finally today, we’ve been told we won’t have internet or phone until the middle of next week. Which means, another week off work for me. And surprise, surprise, I'm not happy about it.

Don’t get me wrong. We’ve kind of needed me at home, sorting out car ownership, insurance, supervising moving men, unpacking, supervising fix-it men, picking up and dropping off kids, dropping off Husband to work (though he walks home if it’s not raining) and the rest. But I’d commited to starting back again with one of my Aussie magazines last week, and the delay probably annoys them no end.

At least moving day went well, though we found half (okay, a few) of the things in our townhouse were broken or missing – little things like sink plugs, dishwashers and a grill for the oven. Worse, the place was infested with FLEAS! (The previous tenants had a cat apparently…)

All is being dealt with, but you can imagine the reaction of the rugrats. And the first itchy night at home.

The townhouse is spread over six levels, which sounds grand until you realise there is only a room or two per level (and that includes the basement storage area, or dungeon as we like to call it).

Unfortunately, the many narrow flights of stairs meant that even our burly removal guys couldn’t manage to get the fridge into the kitchen. And so it is downstairs in the office! We’re managing though. We may get a small fridge for the kitchen if and when we get more financial/get too annoyed with having to climb the stairs everytime we need milk for tea/coffee. (Oh okay, every time I feel like a cold glass of chardy…)

In spite of all that, we are enjoying our taste of city life. We can walk to the supermarket, Husband can walk home if he’s feeling energetic, and the kids are loving the pool and spa. The pool, while heated, is still a bit cool for me, and I’m still feeling too sick to exercise. To be honest, just climbing the umpteen flights of stairs each day, leaves me breathless and is more than enough exercise. That’s right, my pneumonia has come back again! I managed to find a doctor who would take on a new patient and he’s fixed me up with a load of drugs, so hopefully I’ll come good soon and be able to stay up later than 7.30pm! Doc said Auckland is notorious for chest troubles, and as mine was a bit dodgy to start with, I probably got in early.

In spite of a few itchy nights, we are sleeping well in our own beds. The Princess's room has a view of the SkyTower, while the Little Dude's is bigger. Both are pretty impressed. It was funny hearing them – particularly H. – renewing friendships with their toys. “Oh hippo/lion/pony/whatever, I’ve missed you so much!” she would say, kissing them each one by one and laying them reverently on her bed.

We’re still not completely unpacked, but we are getting there.

Mind you, we could have done without the visit from the quarantine/customs guys, who got all concerned when they found red back spiders - and a few eggs - in K. and C.'s bikes, despite K's efforts in cleaning them prior to the move.

Unfortunately, the bikes have to be sent off to be specially cleaned - at a cost of $250! When we told them the bikes probably weren't even worth $250, we were then invited to pay $600 to have them disposed of (the bikes, not the spiders).

I feel the need for a nice cold chardy coming on. If only it wasn't for all those stairs...

Out and about

Moving on ... almost

Time for some sightseeing

The past few days we’ve been busy trying to set up internet, phone, mobile phone, and electricity for our new place. It all seems so complicated compared to home. Apart from the cost – there are no really cheap deals like we’re used to, and it’s plus-plus for every little inclusion – everything except the electricity takes so long to get organised.
As for insurance … we’re being charged about 40 per cent extra for car insurance because we only have Aussie licences (even though it’s not a requirement to have an NZ licence for a year). Scary!
And our quote for health insurance was nearly $400 – per MONTH. And that doesn’t include pre-existing conditions like Kyle’s diabetes and my arthritis. The fact that we’ve had private health in Australia where these have been covered doesn’t mean a thing. So I’ll have to do some more hunting there – with kids, I like to know they are covered.
Apart from all that, we’re enjoying it here. Kyle loves his work, the kids have declared school is 'sweet', and I’m enjoying the scenery, the people and the food (oh okay, and the wine as well). The supermarkets seem a lot more English – loads of choices for things like cheeses, fish, breads and fruit and vegies. The kids are fascinated by the huge mussel displays - Chase wanted to know if he could take one home as a pet!
There seems to be a sushi place and Starbucks on every corner, (not that I will drink there, coffee snob that I am), and the kids get Subway (among other lunch choices) at school.
Our things have gone through customs, and are moved into our apartment on Monday. We still have a customs officer coming to our townhouse in the afternoon to open a couple of boxes they want to inspect – mainly stuff like the bikes etc. I'm not really looking forward to that, especially as we worked out today our fridge is probably not going to make it up the stairs to our kitchen. And I'm not convinced our washing machine will fit where it's supposed to either. Details, details...
I'm looking forward to unpacking all our stuff and having a bit more space (and Harmonie can't wait to befriend all her stuffed toys - that is the one she didn't stuff into her suitcase and carry-on).
There are a few things I'll miss about our hotel though ... mainly the cleaning fairies, who even empty the dishwasher and do the washing-up if I forget to do it before rushing out the door.
I won't miss the whistling/shouting/fighting/hooning drunks at night though. Sometimes it goes on until 5.30 am.
And because this post has been pretty boring, here are a few more things (apart from dub-dub-dub) that have been making me smile in Auckland:

Shopping trolleys are called Trundles!
An anti-littering campaign tells smokers to “Put Your Butt In The Bin”
Thongs are called Jandals

Aucklanders say 'wee' a lot. As in: "Would you like a wee break?" (Not the way I use it. As in: "Do you want a wee?" to the kids every time we go somewhere.

They call babycinos "fluffies". Okay what's up with that?

Until next time ...
Bron x

Do you want fries with that?

In a move that would enrage health-conscious Aussies, McDonalds in New Zealand are now offering 10c off a litre of petrol with every Big Mac ‘Fuel-Up’ combo. The discount would normally cost supermarket shoppers $100 … but now hungry Kiwis only have to shell out $9.50 to get a Big Mac, Medium fries, Medium drink, and hot apple pie to save money at the bowser. Err, don't think they'll be saving any calories though....

Schools and the Skytower

I'm flying...

We finally found a school for the kids today.
With a view of the Sky Tower, and resident pidgeons instead of the crows and magpies we are used to in Oz, the kids don't wear uniforms and call the teachers by their first names.
Staff seem friendly and happy, which is always a good sign. And imagine our surprise when S, the principal, says the kids can start tomorrow!
I don’t think the kids are too impressed, but I think it’s a good idea. (And not just because I fancy some quiet time!) Little Man has been complaining he’s ready to go back to school, and it will give me some sanity time to do things like arranging phone, insurance etc without kids fighting in the background and/or raiding the lolly/biscuit supply. They’ll have two weeks before a two-week holiday, so it should give them time to settle in and get used to the idea – and for the teachers to gauge whether they are in the right classes.

Enjoying the view - and the ice-blocks

The Princess will be in Grade 1 here, instead of Prep, and Little Man will be in Grade 3 instead of 2 – so I hope they manage okay.
Afterwards, because it’s the last day of ‘freedom’ so to speak, I asked the kids what they wanted to do, and they were unanimous: Skytower!
We parked at our apartment and walked to the tower, and spent several happy hours there. It’s pretty cool, and I had no need to worry they would be scared of the glass-doored and floored lift, or heights. They both took delight on splaying themselves across the glass floors while I felt queasy.

Our townhouse complex from the Skytower

I calmed the nerves with a medicinal glass of wine while the kids slurped on ice-blocks, and we watched several more hardy souls plummet to the ground off the tower. Little Man immediately wanted to have a turn, but I explained he would

have to grow and age before he’d be able to do it himself!