In route between Rotorua (Air New Zealand with a plane change in Christchurch. Which actually turned out to be a flight number change, a crew change and the same plane….)


and Queenstown we made a most interesting stop. Arrowtown was home to (if I am remembering correctly) to the New Zealand goldrush.

today it is a tourist town notable for quaint shops, a good museum book store and a reconstructed Chinatown. Funny thing, just like many of the other English speaking countries – the Chinese were good enough to be imported for laborers, but not to live next door. Standing in the center inside of any of these huts – you can touch all the walls and your head will brush the ceiling. The huts were constructed by the workers from whatever they happened to have available.

On our way again



arriving late enough to see the lake after the sun went down on our walk back from dinner

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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