Our flight from the ice was delayed 24 hours due to bad weather. Saturday was a perfect clear day and after a lot of my tears we were off the ice. Back in the C-17 as if we had only arrived yesterday....
Christchurch smelt lovely and tropical with the humidity and we enjoyed Hell's pizza, fresh coke, and Salad Nicoise - it is strange but good to be back.
I'm going to enjoy having a bubble bath, not having to put loads of cloths on just to go outside, not having to account for my where abouts, rolling on the grass, bare feet and buying exspensive shoes, cooking and lots of salt water and sailing...I'm also going to shop until I'm sick.
Wellington here I come...
....and I have decided that I can conquer the world as long as I have an unlimited supply of lattes.
Aroha.
Fin.








This was the view while we were up at the Heights - about 2.00pm
