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After living in a country that held exams on both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, I've been apprehensive to celebrate Christmas out of the Caribbean. But I have to admit to you all that New Zealand has yet to disappoint. A Kiwi Christmas is quite the celebration, starting with a Kiwi Christmas Tree, complete with jandals, sunglasses and wingless angel at the top.



In Palmerston North, we enjoyed the Christmas Parade featuring social clubs from all throughout the Manawatu region; including a Brazil samba posse and a Bethlehem float. The whole community came out to support, the kids especially to catch flying candy which reminded me of Halloween repackaged. There was even a mobile snow rink to stimulate a winter wonderland.




It may be a summery Christmas for most of us, but Wellington was yet to get the message. I spent most of my time there covered up in down jackets and the warm voices of Wellington singers. As I walked into the lobby, I heard perfect minor harmonies for "Mary, Did you know?" causing my eyes to instantly well up. For the next 30 minutes I listened each rendition beautifully echoed through the acoustics of Wellington Central State. TakeNote may be a group of volunteer singers, but they sing with all the passion and effort of a very real choir. 



The following night was with a performance of Handel Messiah. I wasn't aware of this concert until I checked my Facebook feed in the city and saw the ad. Thanks Zuckerberg. Being here was a no brainer, even though that ticket costed a pretty penny. As an old choir head, I know Hallelujah note for note. But hearing the entire concerto was a new experience for me and actually quite emotional.




Dinner with friends is wonderful. But dinner with family is an absolute necessity. My new family welcomed me for the weekend with a traditional Swedish meal on the 3rd night of Hanukkah. These are the kindest folks that I have ever met and I have a feeling that this dinner is the beginning of a lifelong relationship.


The real reason that I visited Wellington, however, was to attend a cricket match - West Indies vs New Zealand. Before you say anything, yes they lost and it was sorrowful. Actually, it was a record breaking win for New Zealand. But I didn't have high expectations. What I did not anticipate was the feeling of losing amidst thousands of Kiwis. It's a different level of embarrassing when you don't have a bucket to drum or a big cooler to hide behind.


Sure people drink there, but the most that happens is that they wear dresses. Additionally, most persons came with their family and hit the field during lunch for a couple catches. We made the most of it but not sure I'll be headed to another test match soon.


In the city, there was a whole different turn up. I was already shook by the many restaurants that were still open. Palmy could never. But I ended up in the middle of some skater night tour and well it went something like this. 

                                             


Me? I found a quiet place to enjoy the Christmas lights and people in their Ugly Christmas sweaters. Then I taught myself how to use a Uber scooter and after a couple twirls around the block, I headed home. I did all this without the fear of being attacked and wasn't. So it wasn't that bad after all.



Although it was a couple weeks before Christmas, the spirit could be felt in the air. And as commercial as it seems, there is actually a little bit for all to enjoy. You just have to know where to find it. Up next, A Palmy Christmas.



I miss the ocean so much. I just didn't realise how much. But I apparently I miss it "take-my-loafers-off-pull-my-jeans-up-and-wade-in-ice-cold-shallow-waters" much. 

I discovered this on my recent trip to Castle Point, home to one of NZ's twenty-three lighthouses. We drove almost 3 hours, with a brief pit stop in Masterton, which allowed us to arrive as the sun chased the clouds behind the rocks. Since Daylight Savings was the next day, we cherished the sun with light treks through out Castle Beach.


This weather has been a stark difference to the high winds, thunder and lightning that we have been experiencing for the last couple days. It doesn't help that there is a snow storm in the making headed for the South Island that is messing with pressure system up North. All the more reason to make the most of this beachy weather.

I may have gotten a bit carried away with walking barefoot on the sand, which quickly began the hardest fossils I had even come across. But that is totally understandable given how stable this cove is.



I wish I had this guy's alternative but after seeing him drive up a track of the same width and almost tip over, I quickly changed my mind.

I found out later that he was running maintenance on the lighthouse which is has been automated since 1988, which meant there was no entering the house for us. Instead, we enjoyed as much as we could from different vantage points.




Another astounding fact about this Wellington cove is that one could spot seals, whales and dolphins if lucky. And it was my lucky day after all. If you look close enough, some of these rocks aren't giant boulders but beautiful seals and their pups.



I didn't see any whales but I did enjoy these real time waves. Due to an assortment of sunken rock formations, these waves created the most mesmerizing pattern of foam I had even seen.



I mean sure I have seen them in tourist commercials but those are colour-graded using computer programs. Our seas rarely look that rich and blue (spoiler alert). But this was the real deal.



It totally made sense that animals would congregate here to be massaged by the waves. But what you couldn't see or feel were the massive winds helping to make this possible. Nothing about a 50 foot drop into the rocks sounded attractive so it was just matter of find a sweet, hidden spot to take it all in.



Of course on the other side of the cover was Castle Point Rock whose summit could be reached in 40mins but time wasn't afforded to us.



We settled for Castle Point Beach, even if we had to share it with seagulls, motorbikes and and security chasing dog. Don't ask. Adventure finds me where I am. We were just grateful that we didn't walk with food because if you haven't seen those videos were people have their lovely fried fish snatched out of their fingers and into the air, at least now you have been warned.


I sort of envy the persons who get to experience this everyday. Sure it's quiet, there is like one supermarket which doubles as the café and restaurant. But  there is also a level of quirk and class which tells me that they are found a way to enjoy the salty breezes. 



I have twenty-two more light houses to go but I won't be surprised if I'm back here soon. See you on the next one.



Celebrating Spring in September has to be the least random thing of 2020, considering how wacky this year has been. Pouring rains have ruined my boots, made me late for meetings, even made me miss this gym (nah, rain had nothing to do with that). But when the sun comes out and the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, it's time to hit the Esplanade.

Magnolias at Massey

After a practice run on campus, I was ready to take on a long walk through the Esplanade on Sunday. But apparently so was everyone else. 

Made a new friend called Peanut

There were photo shoots under every branch and cars in the background of every shot. I knew I would have to return during the week. 

Massey Blossoms

I also needed a plan. Cherry blossoms are surprisingly hard to photograph without a human subject. They were created solely for ambiance, a job well suited and executed, especially at the right angles. But on their own, the cotton candy snow melts into a sticky vegetative clump.

Some of the first blossoms to appear on campus...

This would be a good time to explain why these spring blossoms are so special. Have you noticed that these trees have no leaves. After being stripped bare during the chill of winter, they make this brilliant comeback through the production of petals on their branches and trunk. 

...already replaced with leaves

There are so many varieties producing pink, white, burgundy and even green calyxes which are eventually complemented with the arrival of lush leaves at peak flower bearing season.


The 5 petal Somei Yoshino are the most popular Cherry Blossoms to be cultivated outside of Japan. They can be found on Massey Campus, the Esplanade and even neighbouring homes. However these should not be confused with Plum Blossoms whose petals are rounder and have less separation.

Somei Yoshino aka Sakura aka Cherry Blossoms

However these Magnolias are just as stunning against the backdrop of a sunny day and are actually my preference to photograph. If the weather goes well and 2020 falls back into rank, we should be seeing these bloom again in the summer.

Magnolia grandiflora
Magnolia vulcan

Magnolia grandiflora

Ok. Horticulture lesson over. Back to hunting for the best cherry blossom shot. Turns out that humans aren't the only ones who are fascinated with blooms. In fact, come to think of it, it's their God given right to be.

I wasn't surprised to find these guys already out and about

Tui, one of NZ native bird species, apparently love nectar so much
that they have been know to get drunk from drinking
fermented varieties

I also made some new friends along the way. And it felt like I knew them forever. So we had to immortalise the moment.

Look at their dainty outfits

Seemed like they were also on a mission to make their own memories. It felt like they allowed me to reminisce with them as their recalled their spring time in South China. 


But I was determined to make my own. Maybe one day you will be lucky to hear the story of how I achieved these shots without a tripod or additional human assistance. But for today...just enjoy!

Everything about this moment is genuine, including my joy and
that's why I love this picture.

The trains have been off duty since Covid lockdown but their tracks have been pretty busy.

More beautiful blossoms


Up close and personal



The winning shot!

Thanks to Haron and Diego for the captures, tips and inspiration!





Today's recap is a story about how a little island girl survived a day in the 
snowy mountains of North Island, New Zealand.


Nothing is more charming that someone who doesn't take themselves too seriously. New Zealand exemplifies this through their wintery July by hosting Christmas parties and playing holiday tunes while the Northern Hemisphere is busy chasing after the summer sun in a well toned beach bod.

If you want to enjoy a winter wonderland, you have one of two choices: Take a ferry or plane and travel several hours to one of the few snow drenched cities in South Island or drive to the center of North Island to Mt. Ruapehu.

Snow capped peaks await us

Mt. Ruapehu is one of many scenic sites within the 307.32 sq mi of the UNESCO World Heritage Site,  Tongariro National Park. This park includes Taranaki Falls, Tongariro Alpine Crossing, Lake Rotoaira and many other volcanic influenced features which many persons visit year round. It is also heavily protected and preserved by the Maori tribes responsible for the area.


But if you really wanted a day in the snow, then your destination should be Whakapapa Ski Resort (pronounced "Fakapapa"). Once you make it pass the winding hill, lower temperature and oxygen levels, there is enough snow and ice to make you forget how long the journey took.

Of course as a beginner, scratch that, clueless participant, I started on the basic slopes known as "Happy Valley". Which is true if you choose sledding or you are knowledgeable in ice travel. Otherwise, it's quite the set up as I figured out my first ski trip down the slope. 

Bobsledding for kids and adults

Not only did it take 1 hour, but three quarters of that time was spent playing the poster child for the "I've fallen and I can't get up" team. Contorted between boulders, falling backwards, crashing into caution crates with 5 second intervals of standing (not skiing) was extremely discouraging. 

The view you get used to when you are always on your back

Even though everyone else seem to be crashing around us as well, we couldn't help but feel some envy towards the little ones who moved in confidence. Especially the mothers who effortlessly jockey strapped their babies for the journey downhill.

"Smiling" in Happy Valley

After a quick lunch to recenter our spirits, we tackled the hill again and to our surprise, experienced minimal crashes and got to the point where we could complete the slope without falling. What do you do with such new found skill? Climb to a steeper slope, naturally. 

Happy Valley First Slope

With mountain goat proficiency, I took several complete trips down this slope, falling only when I ascended and descended the lift that brought us to the top (see right of photo above). Yes the flattest areas of the entire course. 



By this time, I was torn between riding the Gondola to enjoy the amazing bird's eye view and practicing on a now very clear slope (either people stopped falling like we did or gave up and went home by lunch time). 


I made up for the missed ride by making a mass in the snow. Which proved to be just enough time to forget how to ski all over again. But I promise you, my muscles and ankles did not forget. In fact, every twinge I make in my bed right now is proof they have not forgotten.



It was honestly an awesome, heady experience or as my Dad, the big G put it "better than any substance high." And he was totally correct, there is something very satisfying about being able to learn a simple skill within a couple hours by observing other humans and having the support of great friends.



Can't wait for the next adventure. Hopefully, it is right around corner.

Nothing like a pandemic inspired lockdown to cause long dormant creative juices to bubble. Next on the chopping block. I'm not a smoothie connoisseur but I love to learn the basics of any dish I enjoy. With an absence in tropical fruit, I've had to figure out tasty ratio and ingredient hacks to replicate the flavours I desire. And trust me, I had the time.

Yes my smoothies have their own bottle

I'll keep what I've figured out brief. For a 700ml bottle filled with smoothie:
  • Aim for 3 cups of fruit, less if it contains lots of water. 
  • If you are looking for fiber, adding in a half cup of almonds, oats and flaxseed. 
  • Don't be afraid to add water but make sure to add it less and dilute to the desired consistency.
  • Spices such as cinnamon, cardamom and vanilla are the secrets to next level flavour blends.
  • If you are not working with a high speed blender, blend in stages.
Basic Method:

1. Measure out all ingredients for easy addition.
2. Blend the dry ingredients first including dried spices.
3. Add milk or yogurt and blend.
3. Add cubed fruit, slightly softened if previously frozen to the milk mixture.
4. Add vanilla or any essence/extract.
5. Add water or ice as desired. 

For specific, foolproof recipes, see below:



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