Well, I’ve been to New Zealand once, during the summer, and I remember I went to three places. One place was called Queenstown, I remember, and in the hotel the dining hall had a lot of steps with different levels and it was all made of wood, with a lot of bread. A lot of bread.
We stole four stacks in front of their faces and they didn’t care, I guess.
We fed it to the ducks outside next to the pond and on the pond. Then my Uncle ate the rest of it.
In another place, we stayed in a villa- the theme was white and blue, and it was modern and very big with an electric fireplace and five bedrooms with a huge living space and kitchen and three bathrooms. I remember a chaise lounge in the living room.
Then when we drove around in New Zealand, there was a lot of pasture and “greenery” the perfect epitome of countryside- I live in Hong Kong, so you never see this. The air was extremely fresh and the sky was blue with literally no clouds, and you could see all the mountains and it was a scene out of “Moana”. There was a lot of cows.
We were introduced to a metal plaque describing an extinct bird, but I forgot the name of it. We also saw a lot of kiwi birds around. In a local supermarket, we bought five jars of kiwi jam.
At one point we took a private jet ride and the view was amazing.
We went to a farm and we saw a sheep being sheared- and we saw a lot of sheep and the barn was red wood planks, as how you’d imagine it.
I remember New Zealand as one of the best vacations I ever had.
(Oh, and it was quite hot)