Home of the mighty Kiwi, how many ways do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
It's pretty gorgeous, if I do say so myself.
It's a tiny but beautiful island waaaaaaay over the other side of the world that more than makes up for it's size with sheer passion and friendliness.
The exhilarating opportunities for extreme sports are too numerous to be sane.
Rotorua on the Luge.
It's full of musty mountains, hobbits, sheep and friendly people.
Wellington (aka Wellywood after the Lord of the Rings workshops) has an amzing view from the cable car and gardens)
We love our pop.
Eight metre bottles of lemon-ish-pop. World famous in New Zealannd.
The surrounds are pretty geothermic, volcanic and all sorts of excitement.The sights, sounds and smells of sulferous geothermally active Rotorua
The views, well, they're ok I guess.
The hills and peaks of our mountainous countryside
And oh, the beaches. Probably the aspect I miss the most living in this coutry. Some smart person calculated that no-one living in New Zealand is more than 3 hours drive from a beach.
...and of course our natural icon, the Kiwi himself (this pic is terrible, but they are nocturnal which is rather hard to photograph.)
Have I convinced you to fly 12,000 miles yet?
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