I wasn't ready to leave New Zealand yet. I've made no secret of the fact that this country has stolen my heart, and there was still so much of it that I wanted to see. Plus, I've really become quite a weather wimp, and all the emails and updates on Facebook reminding me of what a horrible winter y'all are having has done nothing to incentivize my return.
|How can you leave these guys (hanging out in a park in the middle of Auckland)?|
And yeah, I do need to get home and start working again, and I will, but what's another week in the grand scheme of things?
Having thought these things through, I shelled out the many hundreds of dollars required to change my tickets and book accommodations, and I headed back down to the South Island of New Zealand to check out new areas, namely the Marlborough region and Nelson, on the north coast.
|On the drive to Blenheim. If you look really close, there's a seal|
|A lovely fall run....in March|
Which is not to say I haven't thoroughly enjoyed running and cycling in this autumnal weather. It's like heaven, except for the frozen toes.
|Early morning frozen toe ride|
|Panniers specially made for wine bottles|
|Moved on to a little town called Picton for the night|