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Summer revisited: In my mountainous happy place

Playing a spot of catch-up: Back in summer we went to Queenstown for a long weekend. As I recall the reason may have been that Mike wanted to go mountain biking but my memory is a bit shite to be honest and in any case, you would never have to twist my arm to go to my favourite part of NZ. Read more

New Plymouth Street Art

Back in March we shot up to New Plymouth for a family thing. With fairly low expectations for getting out and about outside of that, the weekend delivered way more than I thought it would. For one thing, I had no idea this unassuming coastal city contains a treasure trove of street art. Read more

Street festival

Something a little more real time… this weekend is the CubaDupa street festival in Wellington, centered around (and inspired by) the lively and diverse Cuba Street. The festival debuted last year to replace the Cuba Street Carnival which had been absent for a few years due to lack of funding. We popped along for a couple of hours yesterday to join the rest of Wellington in soaking up the occasion.
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Sydney 2 ~ Beaches, a zoo with a view and strewth, it’s a new year

Given Australia’s reputation of weather extremes, what were we going to find? Would we be struggling in the seven fires of hell? Would we drown in thunderstorms? Nope, it was pretty similar to a Wellington summer. Even though one of us was operating at half-pace we managed lots of expeditions and celebrated the arrival of 2016 determined to see the mighty Sydney Harbour fireworks display. Unfortunately that part bombed a bit! Read more

Sydney 1 ~ That Bridge and limping about the CBD

We went to Sydney with Mike’s children to see out the old year and welcome in the new one. It was an excellent week though plans had to be revised when Mike’s back crapped out and I’m amazed that we were still able to do what we did. This post, the first of two, is a mishmash of our central city explorations and bridge fascination across the week. Read more

Final Hamburging and home

Final trip post! For my last day in Hamburg I supplemented foot explorations with a hop-on hop-off bus to partial success, before beginning my 40 hour journey to get home. I was lucky that a disappointing discovery on the way didn’t have a greater impact in what had been a fairly epic adventure. Read more

Hamburg from the water

Hamburg is 110km away from the open sea but it is a port city, the second busiest in Europe no less. Its waterways are its lifeblood and on my first day there – the penultimate day of my trip – I went on a maritime tour to get a feel for the modern version of the place my great-great grandfather sailed from in 1876. Read more

In their footsteps (2): Journey to Hamburg

Poland Day 26. In 1876, members of the Fabich family embarked on the long and hellish journey from their home to start a new life in New Zealand. While it’s not possible to emulate the sea voyage (thankfully), I could at least mimic the train journey beforehand that got them to the port city of Hamburg. Read more

In their footsteps (1): The villages

Poland Day 25. Given the south-to-north trajectory of my trip, and given my Polish ancestors came from the north, it worked out that my last full day in Poland would be spent visiting some of the villages they’d lived in. Read more

Where WW2 began

Poland Day 24. I didn’t have an advance plan for what I’d do but after a bit of research the night before, it was obvious. To round out one of the themes underpinning my trip, I’d use my last day in Gdańsk to see the place where WW2 began. Read more

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