We aren’t teatime sort of people. We gladly pass the hours between lunch and dinner doing work on weekdays and reading books on weekends. There is always something to do. Being stranded in Auckland during the Level 4 lockdown changed all that. There is, apparently, … Continue readingTime for tea
I hadn’t noticed the leaves having turned yellow — a canary yellow, a lemon yellow — until you told me so. At least, I think they have changed their colours; I’m not the best at recognising trees and plants so for all I know these … Continue readingGold above our heads
The trick is to go during breakfast. On a typical day, the lines at Ferg’s stretch then curl around themselves like serpents in heat. A sprawling mess of human bodies, from lunch till dinner and onwards till the wee hours of morning when tourists return … Continue readingBambi and Lamby
We continue our breakfast of champions. This crisp April morning, we’re dining by the waterfront, closer to our hotel rather than trek uphill like yesterday. Whatever a super berry leather is, it’s not worth another climb not when we can just stroll out to the … Continue readingBreakfast of champions
The drive to Glenorchy with the icy vistas of Lake Wakatipu reminds us yet again of Peter Jackson’s Middle Earth trilogies, of the many scenes filmed of hobbits and men, of dwarves and elves, paddling along in boats, tumbling forth in barrels, wherever the river … Continue readingWalking on water
What does a “housemade flowered granola” contain, you might wonder? According to the menu, ingredients include oats, nuts, yoghurt, seasonal fruit (today it’s kiwi, strawberries and some citrus), coconut, super berry leather (which is something dark and sinister that comes out of a dehydrator but … Continue readingGive me one with everything