The Dinner Guest

The view in driving from Hokatika to Christchurch went from the west coast, over Arthur’s Pass (not all that tall given my point of view from Nepal & Bhutan) and down into the eastern side of the mountain range.

You can see the change in the landscape from the lush watered west to the dry eastern slopes where the forests were cut before anyone figured out that they weren’t going to regrow. Since the top soil is now all gone, what remains is bare mountain peaks…

We flew from Christchurch – with a tram tour of the city.  Even 5 years later it is easy to see the effect of the earthquake. We were given the number of 1200 buildings in the CBD alone were damaged beyond repair plus all of those which need some repairs

We made a short stop at the Museum where I mostly looked at the Antarctica Exhibit

and arrived in our hotel in Wellington after 2100.

There were two fun stops for the day – a sheep farm where we met Jake, his sheep and watched a shearing demo –

But the most fun was the Otira Stagecoah Hotel – which has been serving food and providing rooms since 1865. Back when the stagecoaches ran from Wellington to Greymouth, this was how you got from the capital to the rapidly expanding gold rush fields –


where the outside decorations were as interesting as those inside

We stopped for tea. And missed being

The Dinner Guest

The Dinner Guest

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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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