There are definitely cites that impress, and for us Auckland was one of them. From the small but managable centre, to the beautiful harbour, and the funny little volcanic hills emerging from the streets like huge mole hills. Presumably only undeveloped because they are too steep.
Somehow it felt like you would really be able to live the dream here.
Could this count as Family Faulkner's first sucessful city break? We crammed it all in shooting up the tower for the views, rolling down a volcanic cone, checking out the beach where they had a restaurant with a wendy house, and running through a museum at full pelt.
The museum of Auckland, where I'm told that there are some great Maori artefacts.
Carys has entered a new phas
e of development with some fantastic associated soundbites:"Yuk, disgusting." which should be used at any opportunity and my personal favouite,
"You are actually poopy."
When in a good mood she might be heard to say:
"You can come to my party."
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