The Primeval Thrill of Those Snow Capped NZ Mountains
New Zealand does it to me every time – the first sight of those snow-capped mountains and primeval, dark craggy, body of the North Island has me in An Emotional State!
The thrill of flying over the theatre of the New Zealand landscape, over the Canterbury plains to the mountains and beside the coastline towards the jutting curves of the Wellington Harbour on a clear winter day. Emerging into the bright wintry sun, pure air and energy of the Capital City of this enterprising small country, triggers my own creativity on overdrive – or maybe it’s just the fact that I’m away.
Waiting for the flight from the southern city of Christchurch, I am carried away by the casual chic of the New Zealand corporate woman. Before I know it, I’ve approached a black and white leopard-style dressed fellow traveller to tell her how good she looks. As it happens she works in the fashion industry for Trelise Cooper -one of New Zealand’s top designers.
She immediately invites me to lunch at their superstore, which incorporates a French restaurant and I vow to go.
However disparaging Australians are about New Zealanders there’s no disputing that this is Style City – Wellington, that is, but so is Auckland – and Christchurch where I’ve just inspected the top end of High Street and groovy designers, specially my personal favourite, Ricochet. Luckily for my wallet, I only had time for a cursory whirl.
Queenstown, my soul’s home, is about to host its Winter Festival from June 26 – 5 July. Fireworks, Night Skiing, races, street parties and other revelries in the town of a continuous jolly parties. It’s all snow and go – how about it?
The thrill of flying over the theatre of the New Zealand landscape, over the Canterbury plains to the mountains and beside the coastline towards the jutting curves of the Wellington Harbour on a clear winter day. Emerging into the bright wintry sun, pure air and energy of the Capital City of this enterprising small country, triggers my own creativity on overdrive – or maybe it’s just the fact that I’m away.
Waiting for the flight from the southern city of Christchurch, I am carried away by the casual chic of the New Zealand corporate woman. Before I know it, I’ve approached a black and white leopard-style dressed fellow traveller to tell her how good she looks. As it happens she works in the fashion industry for Trelise Cooper -one of New Zealand’s top designers.
She immediately invites me to lunch at their superstore, which incorporates a French restaurant and I vow to go.
However disparaging Australians are about New Zealanders there’s no disputing that this is Style City – Wellington, that is, but so is Auckland – and Christchurch where I’ve just inspected the top end of High Street and groovy designers, specially my personal favourite, Ricochet. Luckily for my wallet, I only had time for a cursory whirl.
Queenstown, my soul’s home, is about to host its Winter Festival from June 26 – 5 July. Fireworks, Night Skiing, races, street parties and other revelries in the town of a continuous jolly parties. It’s all snow and go – how about it?
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