But with the first weekend that I have settled I took off for some hikes in the hills above the coast, I felt like I was back on the South Island with the dense deep green foliage with ferns and palms and mosses.
A couple places I hiked were predator free zones, one in particular was a fenced reserve to raise Kiwis until they are adults and can be released elsewhere. The songs of the birds was amazing in the reserve, Tui's are my favourite with their astounding range of songs and calls. Just one sign today.
This Matai tree was apparently too large to be logged so it has survived its 800 or so years, the extinct Moa and New Zealand Eagle foraged around it in the past.
And it only took me a week to find a brew pub, and though none of their beers were ready today they had an excellent assortment of craft beer from the North Island and I managed to get one mini growler home without dropping it. Too bad about its mate.
And, for my wife and daughters and Sue and Brenda, here's to women drinking real beer rather than pretend stuff.
The All Blacks are on again tonight so the entire country is riveted on that rather than Brexit for a bit.










