Mutterings of a Fool

Man, Dad, Runner, Chief dog walker

I’m leaving, on a jet plane

It’s true, this is it, the week has finally arrived. It seemed such a long way off when we bought the rugby tickets in April 2010, Matilda wasn’t even a twinkle in the lady of the manor’s eye at that point. But it has arrived and the nervous, excited tension is gradually building in this household. 2 more sleeps and we’ll be heading to Heathrow ready to start our long trip to New Zealand.

We have the small matter of 23 hours of flying ahead of us, broken up by an 11 hour stop over in Singapore. Then three and a half weeks in a camper van exploring every nook and cranny of the land of the long white cloud. We have it all planned out, a precise itinerary for 2 people who love a list. We have however left a good chunk of flexibility in case we change our minds or discover an amazing destination that we hadn’t heard of.

We fly into Christchurch and then spend 2 weeks driving first North to Blenheim and the wine region before heading south west along the coast past mount Cook to Queenstown. At the end of the 2 weeks we’ll be in Dunedin to see England vs. Romania before racing to the top of the South Island to board the ferry. Then we’ll have a week driving up the North Island to Auckland. My little brother who lives there will meet us and finally get to meet Matilda. Then there is the small matter of England vs. Scotland, the last game in our pool matches. Hopefully after this game England will go on to play France and after that win the world cup (got to dream haven’t you?).

Unfortunately we’ll have left the country by the time England lift the trophy, but we do have to return to the real world at some point.

Going to New Zealand has been a dream of mine for some time and to do it during the rugby world cup will be amazing. Plus hopefully I’ll get to tick off a few more things from my bucket list, not to mention the fact that I’ll get almost 4 whole weeks with my 2 favourite girls. That’s longer than my paternity leave!

All there is to do now is cross our fingers that Matilda is ok with the flying, if not there’s always Calpol I guess…. Let the adventure begin.

P.S. This does probably mean a reduction in the activity on this here blog, I know it’ll be tough for you but you can make it through. I will try to get some photo’s up as we go along though as most of the campsites have wi-fi and it’ll be a cool way to document the trip for the future.

1 Comment

  1. I am both in envy of you and also think you’re a madman. Both for doing this with a small baby and also that you think England will win the Rugny World Cup 🙂

    Have a great time.

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