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When life gives you “X” make “Y”

While backpacking through various countries I have noticed that the types of food available differ regionally.  One way for a budget traveler to tap into the region specific foods is by adapting to new ways of eating and preparing food.  Specifically, produce can differ in huge ways and, depending upon the season, a certain fruit or vegetable may be more readily available at a lower price.  Lets call this the “plentiful fruit”.

Once the specific type of plentiful fruit has been discovered, decide what type of dishes can be prepared.  Ask someone at the store how they would cook it.  This is especially good, if you have never prepared this type of produce before.  The “plentiful fruit” could be pumpkin.  This has become the plentiful fruit now in both Ireland (as we were there in the fall) and is also rather popular here in New Zealand as well.  As a result, I have learned how to make pumpkin soup and pumpkin lasagna.  Both are quick and easy to make, and they are delicious too!

Even if you listened to the cashier describe their favorite way to prepare your plentiful fruit, you may still feel apprehensive to prepare it on your own.  Instead of heading directly from the market (after buying your food) back to the kitchen (at a hostel, your apartment, etc), a quick recipe detour can be helpful.  You could Google for recipes.  Don’t feel overwhelmed.  You won’t have to go to MarthaStewart.com or anything scary.  Just type in the name of your plentiful fruit, spelled as best as you can recall (you can always have someone at the market write it down), then type it in like this, “pumpkin recipes”, and wait for the results.  This could lead to more frustration, especially if you came back with eggs, milk, pumpkin, bread, and spinach and you don’t have the correct ingredients to make any of the mouth watering recipes you have found in your search results.  A little creativity doesn’t hurt.  Make a hungry friend (this won’t be difficult if you are at a popular hostel).  Introduce yourself and see if they would be interested in buying the few missing ingredients and cooking the meal with you.  Make a friend from somewhere new in the world, and split the cost of a meal.  A group of people did this one night, but we didn’t partake because we are vegetarians, and they were drinking wine from a box.Rhubarb to use in a recipe

To discover specific recipes for the area of the world you are in, I would suggest going to a local library and looking for the FOOD section.  Their should be dozens of cook books with region specific recipes, featuring your plentiful fruit of choice.  Here in New Zealand, another plentiful fruit I have experimented with is rhubarb.  It’s something I had never cooked before, but after visiting the library I discovered tons of recipes.  You don’t even need a library card, you can just write down the ingredients and directions, and head straight to the market, or start your search for a hungry friend.  So far, I have made Orange Rhubarb Jam, Rhubarb Custard Muffins, and Caramel Crusted Rhubarb Pudding.  I know it feels reminiscent of Bubba Gump, Shrimp Creole, Shrimp Cabob, Shrimp on the Barbie, etc.  As long as you eat additional nutrients other than the plentiful fruit you have discovered, you should remain relatively healthy.

Let me know if you are interested in any of the recipes I have mentioned, I would be happy to email them to you.  In addition, if you are currently backpacking or have had a similar experience discovering a “plentiful fruit” somewhere else in the world, feel free to comment and share.  Working together we can bring budget travel a new way to spice things up and make hungry friends all around the world.  Even if you do prefer your wine in a box, you can still be my friend.

Milford Sound Hype and the Expectation Game


The Milford Sound is one of the “must see” natural attractions for most visitors to New Zealand’s South Island. A multimillion dollar a year industry is in place to funnel visitors from all over the country to the Milford Sound by plane, boat, and bus. In fact, the Milford Road, which runs from Te Anau to the Milford Sound, took over 30 years to complete The Milford Sound and its sole purpose is to make the Milford Sound accessible to anyone who can scrape together $NZ 100.  (If you cannot figure out a way to get to the Milford Sound, from anywhere in New Zealand, you should probably never leave your house.) Problematically, the Milford Sound, despite the fact that it is a World Heritage Site, does not live up to the hype.

Natalie and I took a 3 hour Nature Cruise with Real Journeys. The boat was fabulous and the Milford Sound is quite picturesque, especially on a sunny day. All of that aside, the Milford Sound, especially when compared to the vast majority of New Zealand’s West Coast, does not live up to its hype. Sure, beautiful mountains covered in lush green forest capture the eye and the imagination as they meet the blue green fresh waters of the Sound. Of course the dolphins, seals, and birds are fun to gawk at as they swim or fly past. But, on the whole, the Milford Sound offers visitors a not so rare look at wildlife, waterfalls, mountains and the Tasmanian Sea. Sounds like most of New Zealand eh? All of that aside, everyone on my boat tour (including Natalie and I) had a great time and enjoyed the up close view of the Milford Sound.

Perhaps the problem is not with the Milford Sound (which is one of 14 large Sounds that can be fA large, low budget mineshaft (The Homer Tunnel)ound in Fiordlands) but with my large expectations. In truth, after talking to many people and viewing the whole economy that gathers its life force from the Milford Sound, I expected something like Grand Canyon style awe. I fully expected to be astounded by something that was incomparable to anything else on earth. (I mean, why else would you build a scary tunnel through a  mile of hard rock that has no other purpose other than to allow tour buses and cars packed with tourists to drive to the Milford Sound.) In short, I was not astounded, amazed, awed, aghast, or overly impressed with the Milford Sound. I was happy to get off the boat and very glad that I had not signed up for an overnight cruise. (Jaded sounding or not, I can only stand in the wind looking at mountains, water and trees, for so long before I start looking for the exit ramp.) Let me be clear: the Milford Sound is not a tourist trap advertised along obscure roads of the American highway system (think Sea Shell City) nor is it a once in a lifetime opportunity. The Milford Sound is simply a chance to appreciate nature in a unique (but not overly unique) setting.

Perhaps the lesson here is this: if everyone is going to see it, it may be more of a money maker than a breath taker.

Strep Throat in New Zealand, in the SUMMER!


Tuesday morning was the third morning I woke up with a sore throat.  It had become apparent, from the white dots that lined my tonsils, that I had strep throat.  Unfortunately, although I was 100% certain that I had strep, just as in the States I had to jump through the hoops (fill out the paperwork, wait in the waiting room, and spend about 2 minutes with the doctor)to obtain a prescription allowing me to get my hands on some antibiotics.  Sad Panda

Still sick, resting.  That’s right, I just woke up from a 3 hour nap.  A little sleepy, but not too sleepy to share my tale.

I wanted to tough it out and heal on my own.  Drinking freshly squeezed OJ, making homemade ginger tea, reading, watching a movie, you know the usual sick day stuff.  But even after a full day of rest and relaxation, I still woke up experiencing strep throat symptoms.  Am I mad at my body?  Am I upset with the medical system?  It’s funny, I’m not really sure.  Maybe it’s the pain I experience when I swallow or yawn?  Maybe it’s the fact that it’s summer here and strep throat shouldn’t be going around?  Yesterday, and today for that matter, I wanted to go hiking and couldn’t.

I guess that is one positive conclusion.  During my time blogging I have learned more about myself as a writer (that’s another blog).  Justin’s really the writer in the family (in case you have not sorted that out yet).  Ah, their it is, I’ve been waiting for that.  I wrote sorted it out, that’s Kiwi for “figured it out”.  I knew it was only a matter of time before the New Zealand culture would begin to pop out in my writing.  Not only have they infected my writing, but those darn Kiwis have infected me with Strep Throat.  But how can I really be upset with anyone.  I mean, if someone from Germany visited Vermont and became sick could they blame me because I am an American.? I apologize to any Kiwi I may have offended.

After 3 months of traveling I have stepped on a Kinna and now I was back in another Medical Center today for Strep.  How does Justin stay so healthy and safe?  Is he a super hero?  Did he recently rip his pants with superhuman strength?  I’ll look into this and get back with you.

I guess I will just take it easy and let the magical antibiotics do their thing.  Oh, by the way, I am on Roxithromycin if anyone has heard of it.  Feel free to educate me on what I am drugging my body with.  Or encourage me in healing.

And I promise, I will never again write after taking a 3 hour nap.  Really, I promise.

In Life, Pants, Always Beats No Pants.

Over the course of a month, my work issued me a uniform that needs to be worn whenever I work in the restaurant, the bar, or the kitchen. Obtaining the standard issue long sleeve button down black shirt was not a problem. The pants however, represented a unique sort of challenge. Lets just say that the first 3 pairs of pants made me feel like I was Justin in Uniform wearing superman’s pajamas and the next 3 pairs would have made me feel right at home on stage with an 80’s hair band (read: they were really really tight in the all the wrong places). Finally, I was given a pair that was more or less just right. I was not walking on the legs and I could still breath when I buttoned them. (Aside: In New Zealand, everyone refers to pants as “trousers”. I always giggle a bit whenever anyone says trousers because I feel like I have been time warped back into a Charles Dickens novel. It is not that trousers is incorrect, it just feels so archaic….)

Used/New pants firmly held up with a belt, I headed into work to tend bar with my spiffy new pants. Around the bar area, the majority of the things I use from time to time are meticulously on display: the liquor in sparkling multi-color bottles, the large wine goblets that sing of sophistication, and the lowball glasses that always make me think of the triangle trade of slaves, sugar and rum. The mixers, cold glasses, beer, white wine, Champaign, soda, ice, and everything else that makes a bar run is stored in 3 foot high refrigerators behind the bar. Basically this means that I spend a lot of time down on one knee, bending over in half, or squatting on the ground in order to gather the necessary items for a drink order. I don’t know if other bars are set up this way or not but it is a bit ridiculous as my customers typically see me moving here and there about the bar as if I was training to be a contortionist.

About halfway through the night, I was a growing rather exasperated with brushing off me knee every 30 seconds, to remove the dust that was latched onto my pants in a desperate attempt to escape the end of the Those are my orange boxers and yup, that is my but falling out of a huge whole in my pantsnight mopping session. So I squatted down instead, in order to return the house Sauvignon Blanc to its chilly home. As I  was squatting, a large “RIIIPPPPPPPP” split the air and I began to feel a bit of a draft around my rear. Replacing the Sauvignon Blanc and shutting the refrigerator, I backed into the hall to examine the extent of the damage. To my amusement, I had split my pants from the waste band to the crotch. (Luckily, I was wearing bright orange baggy boxers instead of my travel boxers which are quite a bit tighter.)

After laughing for a prolonged period of time, my manager rewarded my efforts by putting me on dish duty and switching the dish washer to serving tables, and himself to tending the bar. Thus, the head chef had the pleasure of spending the rest of the night trying not to notice that my butt was falling out of my pants. Okay… he spent most of the night laughing at me too! By the end of the night I had provided so much free entertainment to the staff that I personally felt that a few tips was more or less obligatory. Alas, no such luck.

Merry Nomadic Christmas 2008

Merry Christmas  2008

Natalie and I would like to wish all of our loyal (and not so loyal) readers, as well as our friends and family a very Merry Christmas. Wherever you’re at in the world, I trust that this year you will appreciate what you have and, if you get a chance, have a glass of wine, a cup of good American style coffee or a tasty beer and remember Natalie and I fondly.

The Illusion of Christmas

I understand that Christmas means different things to different people. Some, celebrate Christmas by making odd little gingerbread house cookies with gum drop gutters, while others chop down their own tree and stay up late on Christmas Eve playing Texas hold’em while drinking round after round of vodka tonics with their grandma. If you have a Christmas tradition, that does not conclude with a felony charge, than I say go for it. In fact, feel free to comment and share.  For me, Christmas is just not Christmas without snow (or at the very least, cold). Family members and friends should show up with a mild case of hypothermia on Christmas Day so as to lend a sense of urgency to the celebration. Christmas also involves a tree choked full of decorations, homemade cookies, and my mother puttering around the house with a goofy grin on her face (my mom loves Christmas the way New Zealanders love rugby: with a singular focus that borders on fanaticism but comes across as surprisingly normal.) Accenting family traditions, the Christmas season involves Christmas light displays, annoying holiday songs on the radio, kids getting out of school for Christmas break, and a general sense of festivity that seems to infect everyone, including the old cat lady down the street.

Christmas in New Zealand is just… different. No snow. Almost no Christmas Trees (it is illegal to cut your own). Very few decorations and a general lack of holiday cheer. Thinking about it now, I think Americans get more excited about Halloween than Kiwis do about Christmas. I understand that New Zealanders on the whole are an emotionally restrained people, but the lack of Christmas spirit in this place is difficult not to notice. I am sure that many Kiwis have Christmas traditions and rowdy family gatherings so I do not mean to be disapproving of how New Zealanders celebrate Christmas. It is simply that the lack of Christmas here in Te Anau, where the sun is shinning and the show is melting off the mountains, makes me miss home.

Nothing says Christmas like family, and this Christmas both Natalie and I are finding ourselves thinking fondly of the chaotic Christmases of the past. Families make life complicated but they are all the better because of it. So, as long as you can celebrate Christmas without ending up in jail, enjoy your family traditions (or the traditions of whatever country you happen to live in currently) and have a Merry Merry Christmas 2008.

Soft, Gooey, Chocolate Chip Cookies

People who travel the world (whether for a week or a year) inevitably take part in, what I will simply call, “the cultural exchange game“. As an American, it is tempting to believe that all cultural exchanges flow in one direction. After all, many local people appear to possess an adequate understanding of American culture, with their ready access to McDonalds, Coke-a-Cola and Starbucks, as well as their in depth understanding of American politics and entertainment. Compared to my relative ignorance about everything of importance pertaining to their nation and culture, I feel like I spend most of my interactions with locals asking questions and attempting to understand their accents. I may spend many conversations peppering my New Zealand friends with questions. but it occurred to me recently that the cultural exchange game flows in both directions after all.

The Power of Cookies

In New Zealand, for some reason that bypasses logical understanding, all of their cookies possess the texture and feel of a cracker. They are hard, dry, and you risk chipping your tooth whenever Hungry!you manage to gather the necessary courage to bite into one. Now, New Zealanders are smart people.  If they did not like really really hard cookies, I am certain they simply would bake them for less time – so they resembled something closer to cookies instead of hockey pucks. Being a bit of a cookie connoisseur myself, I eventually convinced Natalie to bake some real, American style, chocolate chip cookies. (Just shopping for the ingredients was interesting because Kiwis have different names for all sorts of baking goods. Try to picture Natalie and I walking aimlessly around a mid sized grocery store, attempting to figure out why chocolate chips are called chocolate drops and why they are only available in 5 oz bags. Baking the cookies was a whole other kind of adventure that found us converting Fahrenheit to Celsius, ounces to milliliters, and eye balling teaspoons and tablespoons because of the lack of measuring spoons.)  Natalie, despite my firm objections, decided to give away some of our precious children.. er….I mean, cookies to the lodge chefs. (Looking back, this was the nice thing to do and staying on the good side of the chefs certainly does have its advantages :) ) This whole exchange I realized, while I was staring longingly at the empty cookie platter mourning the loss of six of those tasty morsels, was another step in the cultural exchange game. People here know about the United States but their interactions with Natalie and I show them something they will never see in a Ford Motor company marketing scheme, or a Hollywood movie. Thus, cookies have once again taught me a valuable lesson. Simply Hooray for chocolate chip cookies. And Milkinteracting with and spending time with local people facilitates the cultural exchange game flowing in both directions, such as learning new kiwi words while pointing out that Alaska is the 49th state and not an independent country.

In retrospect, I think I knew all along that two people from different cultures and countries inevitably learn something new from each other. This mutual education is, for me, one of the alluring parts about long term travel. The isolation of the United States often leads us to forget that the world is full of people and cultures with different, but valid, opinions and value systems that are a result of their unique circumstances. Reading about other countries, whether rich or poor, does not replace the value of face to face interaction.

So here’s this weeks travel pitch. Go out and travel the world. Meet people you don’t understand and try to see the world from where they live. Become humbled by your ignorance and grow ashamed of your arrogance as your world view grows to accommodate increasingly differing perspective. And, in the middle of it all, be sure to bake a nice warm batch of your favorite cookies to share with your new friends.

Far Away Christmas Cheer

Justin and I recently received two separate Christmas surprises.  As we got home from work yesterday, I checked the mail and, surprise, a Christmas card from my grandma and grandpa was waiting for us.  Mailed all the way from the United States.

I opened it up and inside was a family photo taken in October at my brother’s wedding.  Everyone looks so beautiful and happy.

My grandparents are awesome for mailing a Christmas card all the way to us in New Zealand.  Who would have thought that an envelope could arrive here from the States and only cost $0.94 in postage?  That’s right, their is only one stamp on the envelope.  Amazing!Christmas Card from John and Phil.JPG

Our second Christmas surprise occurred today.  Justin and I received beautiful flowers (including Gerber daisies, thanks mom) and an entire basket of fresh fruit.  Oh, the blueberries are delicious and we can’t wait to cut open the pineapple.

Justin thrilled to have fruit and flowers .JPGBeing away from family over the holidays is not the easiest thing.  People have mentioned to Justin and I that it’s easier for us, because we have each other.  Although this is true, we have both shared the lack of that “true Christmas Cheer”.  It doesn’t feel quite like Christmas without sitting around catching, “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” on TV as a family.  Ring ring, blabbing on the banana phone.JPG

I am sure other long term travelers can empathize with Justin and I.  Part of travel during the holiday season is nice, because we are able to avoid the endless “busy motion” of the holidays.  No endless stream of work parties, community gatherings, multiple (their are 2 of us) family obligations, and heavier work loads as the Christmas season leads into the new year.  Long term travel has released us of our full time jobs and the overwhelming holiday season that follows.

However, being a nomad backpacker for Christmas means a lack of family and the familiar.  Instead, we are stuck with everything foreign and unnatural to us.  Most Kiwi’s have “Christmas Barbeque on the Beach”, which sounds unreal after celebrating with years of snowy Michigan around Christmas.  It’s just not the same.  It’s almost, dare I say, as though New Zealanders celebrate an artificial Christmas with less emphasize put on most element of the holidays.  The culture of Christmas is unlike the enthusiastic America Christmas.  The suberbia light display competitions, the childrens Christmas productions, the mall at 7 pm on Christmas Eve, the Salvation Army bell being rung outside the grocery store, and all the other traditions that encompass Christmas time in America.  None of it is here.  I miss it.

But I’ve been able to experience some Christmas Cheer through my parents and grandparents unique gifts and creativity.  Have a great Christmas.  Enjoy not only the Red and Green, but the Red, White and Blue too.

The Singular Perspective of Wealth


Wealth, in my experience, appears to breed a narrowing of perspective by its possessor. The more wealth an individual accumulates is often directly proportional to the decrease in their understanding of non wealthy lifestyles.

Over the past 3 weeks I have worked for a service based hospitality/tourism lodge that caters to a wealthy clientele. (For the purposes of this argument, wealthy implies that a couple makes in access of $US 250,000 a year). The clientele is often respectfully curious about how Natalie and I, as Americans, came to be working at a luxury lodge in New Zealand. These conversations usually contain an abbreviated version of why we are pursuing long term travel as a lifestyle and how/when those decisions were reached. These conversations tend to be abbreviated because I find it difficult to juggle drink orders for 9 tables (was that 3 gin/tonics and 1 house Merlot or 5 gin/tonics and 2 house Sauvignon Blancs?) while having a philosophical conversation regarding my personal views on the allure of extended travel.

After several rounds of “good for you”, “it is good to get that out of the way while your young”, and “I wish I’d done that before we started having kids” often comes the awkward questions.

Does the lodge provide nice staff housing?”

Well, I am sure the lodge provides you with a vehicle right?”

The staff housing question makes some sense because many seasonal jobs provide staff housing options that are rented by the employer to the employee. In our case, we found that we could make more cash by finding a job that required us to locate our own housing option. The provided vehicle question however, always catches me a bit off guard. Natalie and I are not involved in highly specialized jobs (read: developing next generation nano technology) here in New Zealand. The people who ask these questions often do so while I am making drinks and washing glasses so they should be well aware of my “expert” skill set. In what type of world would an employer give me a car so that I can get back and forth from a job where I spend my days weeding the garden, mixing drinks, and washing dishes?

These questions are usually asked with a slight amount of arrogance, clearly communicating that the interviewer is almost certain of my answer. The question is really just a confirmation of their assumed expectations informed by their class perspective. Except they’re wrong. My seasonal job did not come with a staff housing option (or allowance) and they did not throw in a loner car as a signing bonus. My guess here is that I am not the only seasonal worker in New Zealand providing their own housing and transportation.

Typically, after hearing my response, the interviewer gives me a look that is a cross between “whelp, I just made a fool of myself” and “how stupid are you to work a job with so little benefits”. I am not offended that, according to their world view, even low end jobs must come with excellent benefits or incentives. I was also not offended by the lady from L.A. who wanted to know where I was going to school for my hotel management degree. I am a bit concerned however about the narrow world view of the wealthy.

It bothers me that they are so out of touch with the root causes that create a cycle of poverty for working class people. I am worried about a world where many people who have both power and wealth assume that low end jobs come with high end perks.(The bag boy at the grocery store probably gets all of his groceries for free) Perhaps more than anything, I am surprised that educated wealthy people know so little about working class jobs as to confidently proclaim such incorrect assumptions.

What is it about wealth that causes people to see so little of the world around them to believe that these types of assumptions are correct? Do you have a funny story about the assumptions of the wealth (“let them eat cake” does not count)? Share them.

Reader Response: New Zealand Culture


I recently received an email from my Aunt Lynette.  Being the fun aunt that she is, the email was full of interesting questions.  Instead of simply replying to her email, I thought I should post my answers for everyone.

Lynette: Do you have to wear a uniform where you work? I’m sure you both look cute in them if you do.

We do wear uniforms at the lodge.  And I think we look rather exceptional.  Especially Justin’s jumpsuit (read: adult onesie) that he wears for maintaining the grounds and other dirty work. (Pictures coming soon)

Justin:  “You should see me try to get that thing off.”

Lynette: I have a few more “weird Auntie” questions, if you don’t mind……

Weird?  No, never.  They are “FUN Auntie questions” and I am thrilled to answer each one.

Lynette: What is the average temperature during the summer?

The temperature in Te Anau fluctuates rapidly.  In fact, the locals say it is normal to experience “four seasons in a day.”  Wake up feeling frosty, but by 2 pm it’s sunny and 80*, then around 4 pm a cloud sweeps over hiding the sun and it’s suddenly a comfortable 60*.  Who knows what the weather will bring?  Every day is an adventure.  It’s fascinating to look at the mountains, as they always look different, depending upon the angle of the sun, the amount of cloud coverage etc.

However, most of New Zealand (like on the north island) experiences an extremely enjoyable summer.  From what I’ve heard it sounds like it would be rather similar to a Michigan summer.

Lynette: How close are you to the beach?

We are about a half hour from the beach.  Though, I must admit, due to our complex weather in Te Anau, I have not taken my chances at the beach yet.  But I am sure as the summer continues I will plan to spend a day off at the beach.

Lynette: How much is gas per gallon there?

It’s $NZ 1.46 per liter.  Upon converting the liters to gallons and the Kiwi dollars to U.S. dollars, it means that gas is about $2.95 per gallon.  From what I’ve heard it’s currently cheaper to buy gas in the States.

Lynette: Do they have McDonalds?

Yes, New Zealand has McDonalds, but only in the larger cities.  Te Anau didn’t make the cut, it’s too small.  Actually, I think a McDonalds would get loads of business from summer tourists.  Business would suffer as winter comes and the bus loads of Japanese or Germans aren’t stopping by for fries.

A classic kiwi bird

A classic kiwi bird

Upon arriving to New Zealand I had a few people find out that I was American and some of them asked me about McDonalds in the States.  They wanted to know about the size options.  I joked around and said, “Super Size me!” and that’s when I learned that New Zealand doesn’t roll like us.  All of the proportion sizes are smaller.  I didn’t believe it. McDonalds is the same everywhere, right?  To test it out I bought a medium fry.  Sure enough, it was about the size of a small fry in the States.  Do they still put the small fry in a wax coated paper bag?

The McDonalds here does has a few special items like the Kiwi Burger, but I am not sure how that differs from a regular burger. Being a vegetarian I didn’t try the Kiwi Burger.  Aunt Lynette, I wish you would have been there.  Then you could have told me what the Kiwi Burger really is.  It’s not the kiwi fruit sliced on top.  Although, if someone said, “Have you tried the new kiwi burger?”, I would have initially pictured the bright green fruit freshly sliced onto of a steaming all beef patty.  Here in New Zealand, a Kiwi is a type of bird, but I can’t imagine they would kill thousands of Kiwi birds each year to satisfy McDonald’s customers.

Lynette: Where are most of the tourists from, that visit your hotel, Europeans, US ?

I have met Americans on vacation from San Francisco, Boston, D.C. and Chicago,  to name a few.  I have also met guests on holiday from England, Belgium, Germany, Holland, and Australia.  We even have some of the Belgium Royal Family staying at the Lodge over Christmas.  Tragically, this does mean that Justin and I will be working hard Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I’ll be serving breakfast for 23 the morning after Christmas, but don’t worry, I’ll have one or two of the lodges gourmet chefs to prepare all the bacon and eggs.  I just have to focus on not dropping food in the laps of the royal family.  Overall, if you have to work on Christmas evening, at least share the evening with a royal family,- even if you are the one pouring the wine, instead of sitting by the fire sipping it

Thanks Aunt Lynette!  I hope I have satisfied your questions and have allowed you to understand New Zealand culture a little more.  Enjoy Christmas and being together with everyone as a family.  I would quickly trade the entire Royal Belgium Family to spend Christmas at grandma and grandpa’s.  Have fun!

TRAVEL + LEISURE

After arriving at work on Monday, I noticed the latest issue of TRAVEL + LEISURE Australia and New Zealand, the magazine sitting on a desk in the office.  Caroline, one of the lodges most efficient receptionists informed me that Fiordland Lodge was featured in the magazine.

Sure enough, I found an article on page 124 and a gorgeous full page photograph on page 125.  Feel free to browse Borders or Barnes and Noble for the December 2008 issue of TRAVEL + LEISURE Australia and New Zealand to check it out.  That’s right folks, I clean toilets at a rather prestigious TRAVEL + LEISURE featured luxury lodge. ;)