Skiing

First day hitting the slopes. We were keen to pick rental gear right at the 8:30am opening. And in true family tradition, we rocked up at a very precise 11:30am.

Skiing is cool. Finn didn't lose his touch, and Lula very nearly got crushed by a fatty Pom. Meanwhile, Attila stayed at the resort's creche. He was, reportedly, "just fine so long as he was entertained". Seldom has Dad seen ladies of any establishment so relieved to see him as when he picked up mini-Godzilla. More tomorrow.

Anyway, great to be here. The great times together more than make up for the lack of snow.

Aargh

Ok. A few hours into the trip and things have become more interesting already.

First, Attila the Hun travelled more graciously than Nils. If it were down to him, a few passengers (including Mum and Dad) would by now be dangling, impaled, somewhere on that plane.

Second, only one of our 6 bags turned up. Dad reckons the plane was load-limited getting into Queenstown and it just didn't have capacity for some bags. And since we checked in close to last, our bags stayed in Auckland.

On the positive side, there is no sign of snow here. And it might be too warm for artificial snowing.

But for now, lunch and dinosaurs. Cheerio

Wanaka here we come

We left home bright and early to catch the Queenstown flight. General grumpiness is remarkably low. Hey ho!

Fashion

Another of Ella's spontaneous creations.

Nils & Ella

Looking at them like this, you would be forgiven for thinking they are as sweet as cherry pie.