Getting Ready

So here is the deal. Personally I am fed up with certain seasons. Winter I am looking at you. Constantly sucking, year after year. I am tired of your bare trees and blankets of snow. I've had enough and I have convinced the girlfriend to head for greener pastures. Tomorrow AM we leave for a good seven months. First leg of the tour will bring us into the heart of rice a roni country, San Francisco. Don't kill me if that is spelt wrong, I've been trying for a month and cannot manage to get it right. But I don't really care to be honest.

After San Fran (note the ultra hip nickname - for spelling reasons) we are off to the small island group called Samoa. Deep in the centre of Polynesia we will be surrounded by the lush mountains of the rain forest and vibrant and jagged corals of the deep blue. We have a week here to do, well nothing really. I guess that is what retirement is all about. I have my surfboard in tow and Andi is bound and determined to dine on fresh coconuts acquired from the beach.

After Samoa we head south and west across the international date line to the Kingdom of Tonga. We have two weeks here, see above for intended itineraries.

New Zealand is our destination for the first leg of this trip. We have work visas, and no real idea of what kind of work we are going to do. Andi wants to make Lattes, Dion reckons swinging a hammer might be good for him. Well see what happens, the road ahead is about as clear as San Fran on a warm night.

Stay tuned for more musings from the two kids who did...