The book of love, part one.
In which I dump a whole bunch of pictures on you. I'm going to have to divide this up into two posts, I think. If not more. It should go without saying, but this is NOT KIND to those with slow connections.
Aotearoa is the Maori name for New Zealand. It means "Land of the Long White Cloud."
Hurp de dur hur. This place actually had really good coffee...
This is from Te Ananui, the farm on the Coromandel Peninsula I spent last week at. Picture taken from the balcony of the master bedroom in the big farmhouse.
Master bedroom.
I probably took a good 20 photos from various angles at this exact spot on this day, and I still don't feel like I really captured how glorious the views were. I'd need a wide-angle camera and a huge photospread, I think.
Maybe it's just 'cause I drink too much Starbucks at home, but the espresso in New Zealand is WAY BETTER than what I'm used to back home. I'm going to become a disgusting coffee snob now, aren't I.
A poster on the wall inside Murder Burger, a burger joint in Auckland. Incidentally, their burgers are amazing, as is their wicked sense of humor.
Random Kiwi dude obligingly letting me take stupid photos of him and his hilarious shirt. Somewhere, Morrissey is indignant that a burger restaurant is abusing his song lyrics so shamefully. ...And then I ate a giant burger.
Dolly froze, suddenly uneasy at the seemingly-harmless tourist taking pictures in front of her.
Random waterfall, taken en route from Thames to Wellington. I don't even know the name...
Another photo from Te Ananui, mostly taken because I couldn't believe how intense the blues and greens were.
Things I have managed not to do in New Zealand: fall down abandoned mineshafts, drown in overflowing rivers, get swept out to sea. Things are looking up!
Me and Tanja (one of the other WWOOFing girls at Te Ananui) at the private beach. Oh man I look so terrible in half of these photos.
Fact: The Pohutakawa tree (also known as a New Zealand Christmas Tree, due to the fact that they bloom in December with beautiful red sprays of flowers) are a huge problem in San Francisco, due to the way they basically grow wherever the hell they want, without regard to sidewalks, roads, or houses... as you can see by the way they are clinging tenaciously to the cliff-faces here.
I'll post the rest tomorrow. Maybe at some point I will take pictures of things other than jaw-droppingly beautiful beaches and green trees and rolling hills. Or, you know, not.
Aotearoa is the Maori name for New Zealand. It means "Land of the Long White Cloud."
Hurp de dur hur. This place actually had really good coffee...
This is from Te Ananui, the farm on the Coromandel Peninsula I spent last week at. Picture taken from the balcony of the master bedroom in the big farmhouse.
Master bedroom.
I probably took a good 20 photos from various angles at this exact spot on this day, and I still don't feel like I really captured how glorious the views were. I'd need a wide-angle camera and a huge photospread, I think.
Maybe it's just 'cause I drink too much Starbucks at home, but the espresso in New Zealand is WAY BETTER than what I'm used to back home. I'm going to become a disgusting coffee snob now, aren't I.
A poster on the wall inside Murder Burger, a burger joint in Auckland. Incidentally, their burgers are amazing, as is their wicked sense of humor.
Random Kiwi dude obligingly letting me take stupid photos of him and his hilarious shirt. Somewhere, Morrissey is indignant that a burger restaurant is abusing his song lyrics so shamefully. ...And then I ate a giant burger.
Dolly froze, suddenly uneasy at the seemingly-harmless tourist taking pictures in front of her.
Random waterfall, taken en route from Thames to Wellington. I don't even know the name...
Another photo from Te Ananui, mostly taken because I couldn't believe how intense the blues and greens were.
Things I have managed not to do in New Zealand: fall down abandoned mineshafts, drown in overflowing rivers, get swept out to sea. Things are looking up!
Me and Tanja (one of the other WWOOFing girls at Te Ananui) at the private beach. Oh man I look so terrible in half of these photos.
Fact: The Pohutakawa tree (also known as a New Zealand Christmas Tree, due to the fact that they bloom in December with beautiful red sprays of flowers) are a huge problem in San Francisco, due to the way they basically grow wherever the hell they want, without regard to sidewalks, roads, or houses... as you can see by the way they are clinging tenaciously to the cliff-faces here.
I'll post the rest tomorrow. Maybe at some point I will take pictures of things other than jaw-droppingly beautiful beaches and green trees and rolling hills. Or, you know, not.