Goodbye Auckland

The return trip to Christchurch took us back through the Alps. There’s a northern route that weaves around the highest mountains, through the valleys and over the only pass, Arthur’s Pass. It’s a small community, nestled on the side of the last of the mountains.

Upon returning to Auckland, we spent the in Devonport, a charming seaside village on the northern shore of Auckland. We took a ferry over in the wonderful, delightful sunshine. There are more of those wonderful touristy places to walk around through (including a used book store) and some pretty unique restaurants. There are 2 hills, North Head and Mount Victoria that give you a great view of both the city and the gulf area. They’re also filled with children with cardboard boxes – they throw themselves on the pieces of cardboard and soar down the hill, laughing and giggling. There are also a lot of cool looking colonial style houses there with more of the wonderful English gardens – a delightful day in the sunshine and breezes.
The ogre was an interesting statue, located up on the top of North Head.