We were walking to the gym, it was sometime between 8 or 9 am. Across the street, we saw a cop in front of the Westpac Bank on George Street (Dunedin’s main street). We lowered our pace in hope for a little exciting bank robbery. Suddenly, three big men walked out, wearing sunglasses and headphone cables that disappeared in the suit. Behind them walking to the car – was New Zealand’s new Prime Minister (PM) who was currently campaigning for the Labour Party in Dunedin.
I wouldn’t have been able to describe it better than Alana (a friend and true Kiwi) did on her blog: “Sheep and New Zealand go together like Marmite and cheese, bangers and mash, $10 bottles of wine and a fresher Byo.” What she meant was that if you ever dive into New Zealand’s economic history or find yourself in a conversation with a native, sooner or later it will come down to sheep.
Saturday nights at our house are simply crazy. My roommates have a natural talent for getting me tipsy very quickly, even though I am German and beer is basically running through my veins. I was aiming for a hangover-free Sunday, my roommates, however, Continue reading Why Germans Love New Zealand
Maybe not the best weather to do a Springtime boat tour, but going aboard the Monarch is an opportunity, I wouldn’t let slip away so easily. Fortunately, I was able to join and assist the filmmaking students on this assignment. Get your waterproofs on ’cause it’s gonna get wet, Continue reading Monarch Cruise in Otago Harbour
The van was loaded with a dozen people from my writing course. Enthusiastically, I squeezed my buttocks between those of my classmates in the rear row, where space was limited and conversations inevitable — but that was easy to deal with because I was with good company. Nevertheless, a scent of competition was in the air. At least that’s what I hoped it was. We left Dunedin northwards and followed the windy road along the coast.