New Zealand was a culture shock for us. Here you can buy everything! I want our children Weleda toothpaste - no problem. The supermarkets are not just about full, they are also huge. Shopping takes forever. In the first days we were really hungry after all the things we have long missed. Dairy products! Cheese! Whole wheat bread! Mueslimischungen! Organic! Everything is simply there and in addition to listing! The whole family had severe flatulence. Meanwhile, our diet be a bit of normalization. Caspar still only eats half a Packerl feta cheese a day. But he finally 3 months has lived with virtually no cheese and some catching up.
What stuns at the box office then of course always the prices. Terrible, everything is expensive! Eating is not going anyway inside, even in the supermarket, we shall now about twice before we buy something. We bend under the overnight price. Here we are assured - everything is much cheaper than in Europe.
Expensive, many things also because we pay for the children sometimes. Which previously was never an issue. But now we can not in any dorm bed to sleep more with the children, there is any security and then in a double room for 5 € per night and child to - this is in the long run it.
"Health and Safety" is big here at all. One feels - especially coming from Fiji - overprotected and controlled before. If the trail is coming down because there is a sign - "Caution Path goes down. "If in the way stage it said that" beautiful are not wheelchair suitable.
What for us was a shock, this sudden "are quite normal." No one stops to look after the children or to the cheek pinch. It's more that they are "in the way" are. For wild in the shops, too loud in the cafes and accommodation.'s friendly looks have become wrong. And I will not say that the New Zealanders are friendly. No , are very nice people, chat in the same shops over your life and tell the fish and the Autoeinbruechen facing one should be careful.
The normal existence is for us also on another level as a shock. Suddenly we "normal Tourists "to a" normal travel time. "As we drive in the vicinity of Rotorua to see a famous geysers. The hisses at 10:15 am in the height, so we're at 9:45 at the entrance to the park where the Autohoelle's going on . People come and go. People wait in line to buy his ticket to high prices, jumps back into the car, jammed to the other place where parking is the real Geyser, finds a place that is running the way down to the masses Geyser studied there a place in the arena system of impatient waiting, considers the kids happy, sun cream, then someone comes along and pours soap into the waiting cone to bubble starts and bubbles it up in 10 meters height, the people jump in front of you on to take photographs (only he and the Geyser in the background, then they) push, do you angry, do then also play a photo, back to the car, congestion back to the park entrance, again finding a parking space, then the masses of the stay away from boiling mud holes along and steaming lakes, colors play in soil and water, it makes sure that children do not fall into the boiling lake, always, as described at the way and do not eat the purple berries. And at some point in a quiet minute with a beautiful view particularly I think to myself what could that be for a fascinating landscape. Without people. Without the means. Without these sheep treatment. But that depends on the Toursimus the least damage. And there are so many people there.
We have arrived and have the first few days with friends of Jeremy spent in Aukland. They have a 9 year old daughter and the whole house is full of great toys. A railroad! The boys were in paradise, we have very little done. A bit down to the beach, shopping, cooking, walking the golf course.
Aukland is car-dominated as suburban America. It is not "for a walk" but "for a drive" when you have enough of their own homes. Live here most of the 4 million New Zealanders. So few people in such a big country. But these people are quite large in causing CO2. And we have - after a long deliberation - decided to participate and be as rent a car. This now gives us a bad conscience, but freedom of movement. And again accumulate things. We found, for example, when walking a three-wheeled Kinderwagerl in the ditch. After high-pressure cleaning and minor repairs, it turned out to be very useful. Now we only have the problem that Quentin stroller is no longer used and there "certainly not" on tour. But Caspar has a lot of fun trying to push the Wagerl. So we keep it for now. Aukland
After we drove to Rotorua, the volcanic lake and wild Gatschblubber area. And despite the Touristenfallengefuehlen is impressive. Every house there has a thermal spring in the garden, the dead are buried above ground (who knows what the hot Sulfur water body would do with the earth and get onto one once so young and restless before. We made a very nice, but terribly over-paid walk into a Vulkantal where the vegetation recovers slowly after major eruptions, it wurlt still and bubbling, attracting acidic lakes (death trap for any animal that slides in.) with a fascinating play of colors. But the cutest is when you swim in a small, remote rivers, only the locals know where to go in a few steps from cool to warm to hot. We then drove to Taupo, lived there with a very nice lady, Jan, on their small farm. Jeremy, helpful as always, has to dig potatoes in the same water line to the Spade pierced. "And we thought the children could ruin something." said Jan. No, our kids are really great in the houses of other people. Since I'm really proud of them. In Taupo we had a waterfall hike and looked to the bungy jumping. Those are the things you do here in New Zealand. You either jump out of airplanes or high bridges. It is gschrien loud, the voice inside you forever defeated, filmed and then shown the family and friends at home.
The next step I'd like a volcano in Tongariro National Park crossing made. I had already packed my backpack, studied the map and Jeremy is a day program thinks about the children. But in the morning it was raining. Storm warning at the top and we have canceled our tour with a heavy heart. Instead, we decided, Jenny, Jeremy's sister on the same day haunt in Wellington to see her the next day Tanzvorfuehrungen.
We rushed to Wellington by 10 days in Jenny's house to live.
Wellington - New Zealand - a very nice city. The children loved the museum Te Papa. We have used the time to organize ourselves a bit to strongly support Jenny in computer work and gardening, to ensure that our children are not too loud and have been organizing, Jenny. She gave us a really wonderful hike to a small hut in the middle of Forest Park (you have to know the people, of which to check out the key) helped. A magical journey through an almost tropical-looking woods.
New Zealand's vegetation is a strange mix of familiar and strange. Often we think, you drive through Austria. Meadows, cows, coniferous forests. The English settlers have exploited this country so mercilessly. The forests were cut down to 3 / 4. Time and again we see bare hills sprinkled with a few snags. The forest pasture more often but also the planting of fast growing conifer monocultures. Many animal and plant species have been brought in and have lasting effects on local flora and fauna. But then the unknown always falls in the eye. At the striking good are the tree ferns. And it was all in this forest full of ferns. As pawns, as ground cover, as epiphytes on the trunks of other trees. And the birds singing. Who was not singing but a Gefloete. There is the Bell Bird and also the Tui, which give as panpipes-chants of security and strengthening the rain forest feeling. The camp fire before our cabin (in thick jackets, here is just late summer and autumn can already spuehren vigorously), we asked ourselves why we have the largest part of our recent stay spent in New Zealand cities. For that, no one comes here. And for good reason.
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