
9 planes, 5 super shuttles, 8 cabs, 6 buses, 6 hotels, countless kilometers walked, 2 boats, a cable car and a kayak got me there and home again!
Mission complete on my first ever solo international travel! I really wish Jake & Norelle could have come with so we could have rented a car and driven on the wrong side of the road all around the country together. I missed them both, especially my daughter but she did great so I am going to take that as a compliment that I am raising a secure, well-adjusted little girl? We are catching up on our cuddling time now!
The original inhabitants are called the Maori and unlike our Native Americans, their culture is well-respected and incorporated into the current day language, architecture, food, etc. We attended an awesome reenactment of a Maori welcome complete with traditional dances (Kapi Haka) and meal (Hangri). Sure, it was touristy but still fun!
I learned that Kiwi English is not our English. In addition to a better accent, some words that came in handy include: Dodgy = Crappy, Sweet As = Cool, Pissed =Drunk, Bach = Holiday Home, Tramping = Hiking, Cuppa= Coffee or Tea, Shout= to buy a round of drinks, Heaps=Lots, Wee Bit= Little, Faculties= Academic Departments, Papers= Courses, Uni=College/University…

So much for a free ride to NZ, they made us work for that plane ticket. We typically had 12 hour days along with travelling to the next site visit so there was no time for relaxation. The long days included lots of meetings where we were required to be alert, inquisitive, and thoughtful. I’ll save all the boring details for my work report, but I did learn a lot about the various campuses, the study abroad process, and resources available for students.
We also met with students, department faculty, attended a lecture (a cognitive psychology paper on air traffic control and situational awareness), toured flats, and took a whole lot of campus tours.
There are 6 universities in NZ and the government actually pays for students to attend, so loan debt is not very common here allowing students to start their lives without the oppressive debt responsibility that many students in the states have. In addition, an undergraduate degree is usually completed in 3 years followed by a year of travel. It is common to take a year off before or after “uni” to travel on what is called an “overseas experience”. How cool is that? Sweet as!
Here’s where we went (get out your map):
NORTH ISLAND: Auckland- University of Auckland->Waikato- University of Waikato->Rotorua – cultural day ->Wellington- University of Victoria-> SOUTH ISLAND Dunedin- University of Otago (my fav!!)->Nelson- on my own





The food was wonderful!
Due to the per
diem I was given, I
carpe diem’ed and ate way too much at most places. Currently, I have
perma-bloat which I am afraid is not really bloat but my newest layer. We did do tons of walking and I even attend a Hot Yoga class which,
BTB, was UNBEARABLE! It was like my wedding day only worse, with heaters blowing fire balls at you. True, it felt great to leave the studio and feel the cool fresh air but I will never again attempt this punishment.




One of my favorite days was my morning at the Polynesian Spa in
Rotarua. They had 4 outdoor natural geothermal heated (being on top of a volcano will do that) alkaline pools which you sit in before your massage, going from 36-38-40-42 degrees Celsius.
After an hour in the pools, I went in a room which was basically a huge shower and the masseuse,
Mikuyu, came in wearing a swimsuit and ordered me to strip. She then did a very sharp and painful exfoliating mud scrub (something about the pools made me feel like my whole body had razor burn). But things got good when she pulled over this four nozzle sprayer and massage with coconut oil while the jets ran the whole time.
It was super relaxing and by far the best massage I have ever had!

My very favorite-est day was visiting the gorgeous Abel Tasman National Reserve by boat. Captain Rod Stewart (real name), myself and a couple from Los Angeles, toured the granite bays, kayaked, rested on the golden sand beaches, tramped, and when the tide came in took a smaller boat to a secluded estuary where we got feet from baby seal cubs playing chase and peek-a-boo, while their mommas were our fishing for calories to make their milk. It was a once in a lifetime moment!





