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Fernhill; Queenstown3

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I’m trying to really make the most of my time in pre-employment here in Queenstown (also known as unemployment). And since I have my first day working tomorrow I had to make the most of my last day of leisure today. I began the day down the gym with a personal training session partaking in my new physical pursuit: weight lifting! An upcoming personal goal requires me to hulk-up (or is it bulk-up?), and it seems fate is on my side for this one. Whilst hitching a lift into town last week, my friendly lift-giver explained that he was studying to be a personal trainer… Me: “I actually need a personal trainer, particularly to build strength” Him “I need clients to train for my qualification. And I can’t charge you. And I specialise in strength training.” If that ain’t serendipity then call me Mystic Meg.

So after a morning pumping iron, an afternoon of scouring charity shops for work trousers, followed by my fave hill home, I could easily have curled up on the sofa with a cuppa and gazed out at the weather and the clouds and the mountains and the lake and the sky. Then I asked myself, what would Beyoncé do? And I laced up my trainers, ran into that weather and towards those mountains, the lake below me and those clouds gently dripping from that sky above me. 

I wasn’t feeling a hill session after my morning exertion, so went exploring for a path leading straight along the valley side. I found just what I’d had in mind and took this path towards Fernhill, a suburb of Queenstown. The path lead me through some wooded areas, up and down, crossing over the many mountain bike tracks that are woven through the pines up and around Queenstown. Tiring, I made it to Fernhill, a residential area built up of lots of houses and not much else. However, as with everywhere round here the views are the main attraction and I made for the highest hill. 

 

My tired and aching body was treated to some of the best views of Queenstown I have seen so far. It’s a shame the weather wasn’t brighter, the hills also look better with a backdrop of blue. After a few moments rest, breathing in the scene, I made my way back the way I came. With more declines it was easier than on the way, and I passed this strange vehicle/camper van. It must belong to a super-cool socialite.

  

Auckland

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From Peru to New Zealand in less than a day (but kind of in 2, given the time difference). I landed at 4am on Wednesday and spent the day napping, hiding from the rain and trying to work out what time it is in various countries. So why NZ? The largest chunk of my year around the world will be spent here, working and saving some much needed cash for further travels. I chose NZ because aside from it being a beautiful, fun and friendly place to live for 6 months or so, it is where my Dad is from. So with half my family here and a dual citizenship waiting to be made the most of, I’ve been excited to get here and rediscover my kiwi side. After 13 years away I am so excited to be back!

For the second time on my trip my longing for home, family and friends has been alleviated by a visiting faraway face; this time, my Dad. Aside from gifting me with kiwi heritage (and passport!), I have inherited my running legs from my Dad. Despite now being 60, he is a running force to be reckoned with! I seriously doubt there will ever be a point in our lives that I will pep him to the finish line in a race. So who better to have as a running partner; to whip me back into shape after my running schedule has become a bit too relaxed over the last 15 weeks?

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I woke soon after dawn to weather in contrast to yesterday; the sun beating down and a pleasing breeze puffing. We hit the road from my aunty and uncle’s house in Browns Bay, a suburb of Auckland where my Dad grew up as a kid. Within a few minutes we were down at Browns Bay beach, sharing the scene with just a handful of other early birds. From the beach you can see over to Rangitoto Island; a volcanic island whose silhouette is etched into my memory from my time living close to it as a child. In my 2 days here so far, so many things have triggered memories of NZ which have drifted dormant in my brain for years: the taste of hokey pokey ice cream; the whistling of cicadas in the trees; the thrill of wearing no shoes when I went to school…

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Our run took us past Browns Bay and on to Waiake Bay, another little beach facing Rangitoto. My Dad was my personal guide and historian en-route, pointing out his and my aunty’s old school (Browns Bay School), his old Scout Hut (still there after 50 or more years), and showing how the area has developed from being largely covered in wild bush, to a busy and built-up town. Despite my various hilly runs in SA (Bogota and Mindo spring to mind), undulating Auckland and in particular Deep Creek Road got my lungs and legs pumping; I was feeling the burn! After a faster and longer run than I’ve been attempting recently (nevertheless a breeze for my Dad), we made it back to the house for a (rather rosy) post-run selfie before cooling down.

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