First things first, I have an apology to make – the #holidayspam got a little intense on instagram whilst I was away in New Zealand. It was just so addicting, and easy whilst on the road! Now, for more spam muhahaha. *ahem*. Having been home for Christmas for the first time in over four years, returning so quickly was a little surreal to say the least. I still can’t understand how I won a return… View Post

Ripe Coffee – an insiders peek at Wellington inde-coffee …

Ripe Coffee – an insiders peek at Wellington inde-coffee nirvana

Speciality coffee in New Zealand is simply booming. And I LOVE it! Inde-Roasters are beginning to pop up everywhere, rocketing up the standards of flavour to be found in our mugs, on our kitchen benches and most importantly fuelling brunch sessions. I mean important work things. It’s not often that a caffeine junkie is invited, nay, driven to exploring the hallowed ground that is a coffee roastery. Ripe is a small owner-operator set up just… View Post

Where to eat brunch in Wellington or, Wellington …

Where to eat brunch in Wellington or, Wellington cafes, a brunch fiend and flat whites – a delicious trip down memory lane

You know that thing parents where are encouraged to introduce their children to studying foreign languages are youngsters – their minds are like sponges, they aren’t jaded by the pressures of the world and learning is fun. Well, brunch is the language I learnt as a young, fresh out of High School student skidding along the pavements of Wellington. Brunch at Fidels with the lovely, just returned Jenna I was young, I was poor and… View Post

Feeding a Lion at Wellington Zoo – an experience …

Feeding a Lion at Wellington Zoo – an experience I’ll never forget

A week or so ago I posted about a Eureka moment I had about becoming a tourist in your own hometown. Basically, it occurred to me that once leaving my home country all I could think about was travelling to see the world, explore new cultures & experience the unique and infamous *activities* of the exotic, unfamiliar cities we come across. It’s taken a few years to occur to me, but how often do we travel-lusting lot… View Post

Wellington, New Zealand and the siren call of …

Wellington, New Zealand and the siren call of home to a longterm expat

It had been too long since I’d been home. Home (New Zealand) that is, rather than Home (London). Four years of adventuring on the high seas, fitting long haul trips into annual leave allowances and using Skype as a crutch to replace hugs were my main excuses (and the fact that travelling to the other side of the world can leave a serious dent in your bank balance). This was until a surprise call featured… View Post