Heading North

We've done our time on South Island, and got up at 6am this morning to catch the ferry to the North Island. This weekend is the end of the summer holidays so the ferry was split between Kiwis ending their holidays, and international tourists in the middle of theirs. The crossing took 3 and a half hours, but after lots of practice with long car journeys, it seemed to go in a flash! No sooner had we driven on in Picton than we were driving off in Wellington – to a cold wind and light drizzle.

We'd booked our hostel ahead, the Wildlife House, which is a 5 storey tower block, painted with huge zebra stripes. Once we were inside all pretence at themes had gone out the window, and it was just another big, city hostel. But it was clean, had a huge kitchen/lounge, and free internet access. So we were able to catch up with most of our emails, while the girls played on the CBeebies website. We're not keen on staying in city hostels, because they are always much bigger, and seem more cramped than hostels in the countryside. Perhaps its just the absence of green space around them, but whatever it is, we all feel better when we're away from the cities – in north America, Australia and here in New Zealand.

In the evening we went out for an Indian meal – we just needed a break from cooking for ourselves! We decided that we'd earned a night out, and also that it was good practice for our Asian diet (I know, that's a pathetic excuse, and besides we're not going to India, but we needed to justify it to ourselves somehow!). Its only two weeks now until we fly to Singapore, so we're starting to get hunger pangs for every type of Asian food. But, ask the girls and they'll tell you the best bit was going into the kitchen to look inside the Tandoor oven. Although we're not even in Asia yet, we've started to learn new things about it (in all the times I've eaten in Indian restaurants in Britain, I've never once seen a tandoor, let alone had the kids-tour of the kitchen). And, boy was the curry good. We're going to have to put "curries" somewhere onto our list of 'What we have missed most about home".

I'm not wearing thongs any more...

I discovered this morning, as I slipped on to the ground as I stepped out of the shower cubicle, that I'm not wearing thongs any more. Well, at least I'm not wearing things called thongs any more. (You may at this point fear that Sarah's taken over the website, but no its still Ray writing. And now, you may be fearing something even worse!).

Let me explain, a don't mean candy floss, or whatever phrase you use to describe ladies underwear. I mean Flip Flops. For some reason they're called something completely different Down Under. I don't know why that should be, because Flip Flop is a perfect description for the noise they make (I've always wondered, if you put them on the wrong feet do they go flop-flip?). Anyway, I had to adjust to the fact that in Australia they were called thongs, which seemed a bit strange when I know that thongs are something completely different....

Where was I...oh yeah... after 3 months in Oz, I'd got used to them saying things like "Don't forget your thongs", and "You've lost a thong" and "Has anybody seen my black thong?". But now we're in New Zealand, I've just discovered that they're called jandals. I know this for sure, because as I slipped over coming out of the shower, a passing Kiwi said "Ire you ilraght?" (I'll save the lesson on Kiwi accents 'till later) and I said "I'm okay, I just slipped on my thong". And the Kiwi looked at me like I was an idiot. And then he explained that a thong is a piece of ladies underwear, and what I should have said was that I slipped on my jandal.

Anyway, so there you go. I've been wearing thongs for 3 months, and now I'm not. I'm wearing jandals. I hope that by the time I get back to England I'll be in good old flip-flops.