After 9 months of travelling from Mexico to Argentina it was finally time to leave Latin America, and head across the ocean to new lands. In this case for us it was off to New Zealand.
Our flight from Santiago, Chile, had not been the smoothest, with an already late departure of 11.25pm, we ended up with an unexpected long delay. Just as we were about to take-off we were turned around and told the plane could not leave due to the air con system not working. 3 hours later the technicians finally replaced the faulty parts and we were able to take-off.
Landing in Auckland early the following morning and feeling a little groggy from the flight, we looked out the terminal for a glimpse of our new country to explore. The first thing that struck us was the weather. Having been accustomed to an average temperature of 25C + and clear blue skies on a daily basis, what we saw was a shock to a system. We arrived to grey skies, rain and a top temperature of 15C and it felt a little too like the UK….
However, as we moved the through the airport we couldn’t help but notice that this was indeed a very different experience to landing, at say, Heathrow. We were greeted by gentle music playing through the speakers, a virtually empty airport, friendly staff greeting us and an overwhelmingly relaxed atmosphere. It was easily the most calming landing experience in my life.
Continuing on our way out we were met by an overly friendly immigration officer welcoming us whole heartedly into the country, rather than questioning us on our intentions. And as we exited customs the first thing we noticed was a large information point called “i-site” with just about every leaflet you could imagine. As if that wasn’t enough, they even had free phones for you to use to call hostels and free SIM cards for your phone. I was amazed.
We spent the first few days exploring the city centre around us and generally getting used to our new environment. However, we couldn’t get over how empty this supposed “large” city was. Now I know Auckland is small by comparison to other cities, but this felt more like a town in terms of number of people. When we mentioned this, we were told to go to Queen Street, the main shopping area, as that was where most people would be. We went, and have been numerous times in the run up to Christmas and it still feels as busy as a small town!
We had been considering moving out here as part of our original plans and therefore decided to gather some information to fill in the missing gaps in our research. Again, at the risk of repeating myself, we were surprised at how easy it was and how chatty people were. We decided to pop into a bank just to ask about the process of opening an account and 20 minutes later we were still chatting to the manager about her family in Fiji. Immigration was even easier. No appointment needed, no queueing, just turn up, go to the counter and have all your questions answered!
We started to feel like New Zealand actually genuinely did want tourists and prospective new residents in the country. Not just because of potential money spent here, because things here are definitely not cheap, but more because everyone seems keen to show you what New Zealand is really about. I haven’t quite nailed its essence but I can’t help feeling more relaxed and thinking that maybe this place is, as they say here, “awesome”.