Lazarow World-Hike-About

A Superb Place, not unlike Hawaii Windswept Jenni at Peak with many more in distance A peek at the bay, a little far off Every now and again , with the emphasis on seldom, we get something right in our driving directions. This happened at a critical time, which made it even sweeter. It conjured up a speech that sits in our minds from a time when real leadership existed. “This was their finest hour”, said Sir Winston Churchill. Not for a second would we compare our measly accomplishment with the ‘Battle of Britain’, although on second thoughts, it might be close. Beauty tucked far away from most, unfortunately Being on the South Island of New Zealand for a month and only passing the outskirts of Christchurch, we had not seen a city of size. Our bias will surely show but the older we get, perhaps we should say, as we mature, the open spaces and natural beauty are the places we seek. We mentioned in the last blog that we crossed Cook Strait by ferry together with our car. We dr...

Jenni 'blows up' towards the peak Downtown Wellington to the right (sharpness lacking with cameras/photographers) Mountain view in suburbs, bay to the right We have always traveled between the two islands of New Zealand by plane. For this trip, we decided to hold-on to the car for the full period. In order to cross Cook Strait, a car is inadequate. Instead, we used the ferry from Picton in the south to the capital, Wellington in the north, a three-and-a-half hours crossing. We drove to Picton from Kaikoura, a journey of spectacular views of an incredible coastline, ocean colors that include all shades of turquoise, fascinating mountains, rolling hills, valleys, flora…is anything else necessary? If anyone should seek to suggest that we are biased, we will refute that statement outright. We might add that Jenni’s husband ‘loves this country’. Breaking the tree line The crossing was not limited to humans and cars only. While below deck, we smelled the cattle and viewed t...