Auckland: Perhaps Not The Real New Zealand, But Still Pretty Great

We’re about to head out of Auckland and into the New Zealand countryside for a week-long holiday. I’ve been told several times that the countryside is the real New Zealand. (I was also told this about the cities vs. countryside of Ireland, Sweden, Iceland, Costa Rica, and Argentina.)

Considering how much of the population they hold, I feel like cities are probably pretty “real” too, even though the ways in which they hold the flavor of a region might be subtler.

Anyway.

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NZ Holiday Part 1: Farmstay

We spent the weekend at a farmstay in Ruawai, New Zealand where our awesome hosts did their best to integrate us into their lives for a couple of days, from making cheese to riding horses to milking cows. Theo has been sick off and on since Friday, making it a little bit of a rocky start to our holiday, but we still visited animals (and large trees) between trying to rest and recuperate.

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NZ Holiday Part 2: Being Tourists in Rotorua

When we mentioned Rotorua to New Zealanders, we were told it was very set up for tourists. They didn’t seem to mean this in the way that someone who isn’t a fan of the Las Vegas strip (say, me) might declare it “touristy.” Instead, people seemed genuinely happy that we were going to this place with attractions that are so easy for tourists to access.

… and, we thought Rotorua was great!

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What Monkey Wants, Monkey Gets

As part of our Saturday exploration, we visited Monkey Forest in Ubud, a giant open space where monkeys wander freely and cajole tourists into buying them official monkey forest bananas.

When we first arrived, we read a long sign warning us to avoid doing things like looking into the monkeys’ eyes (it’s a sign of aggression) and trying to hide food from the monkeys (they will find it!) Plastic was also forbidden, so before entering the park, I made my way towards a trash can to dispose of Theo’s half consumed, half sealed plastic cup of water. However, the freely wandering monkey don’t actually seem to be constrained by the entrance/exit lanes (apparently, it’s only the people who need tickets) and there were several hovering in the vicinity, eying the plastic cup.

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Walking in Sanur

Our Internet-for-work needs pretty firmly anchored us in tourist-land Bali, rather than the less developed north. Still, our neighborhood of Sanur makes for beautiful, interesting walks. For example, on the way to Theo’s preschool we generally pass statues, chickens, cows, and approximately a million motor bikes, some carrying whole families. The scents as we walk switch rapidly between incense, burning plastic, ocean, mosquito coil, and flowers.

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