Memories of New Zealand

I’m on the flight back from Queenstown to Auckland, to board our international flight back to Singapore.

It’s strange. The feeling is not the usual one of ‘finally going home’, but one of sadness in having to leave. It’s as though I have come to the end of a very enjoyable holiday.

I can’t remember much of the official programme, which will be a problem for the trip report. My memories are all of the fond and sentimental ones.

There are things I will miss dearly – the mountains, lakes, Lord of the Rings sites, Queenstown, and the people.

I’ve loved no country more than England, but now, my love affair with New Zealand has started.

The scenery here was almost unreal. And I realised that the people and culture here bear many similarities with England. The British wit is unsurpassed, but the New Zealanders are a match.

I have, in truth, found a new destination to migrate to.

If I’m honest too, this trip would only be half as memorable if not for Niki.

With her charm, poise and sincerity, she shone through even amidst the beauty and splendour of New Zealand.

She took care of everything, I could relax and enjoy the programme. She exuded energy just by being around, always looking radiant, and enchanting beyond words.

Then there was Robbie, always helping to get things sorted. My heart goes out to him for the harsh words he received from his boss.

Thank you, my dear friends, for the wonderful time and memories.

They will stay with me for years to come.