Today, we visit Bomb Bay – not to be confused with Bombay. Curious but I never noticed that bomb has a silent B. You have to pity the poor sod learning English as a second language. How does one explain a silent B? Are there other words in English with a silent B? Tomb and comb, but they have a different O sound. Very confusing.
I have dabbled in triathlons in Winnipeg and when I saw posters advertising a triathlon at our local beach, I figured it was time to pony up and try one in New Zealand.
We have been enjoying cycling through the Central Business District as a way to discover Auckland. On one such trip, we happened upon Khartoum Place. A small pedestrian walkway, just outside the Auckland Art Gallery, it joins Kitchener Street and Lorne Street. Attracted by the shade on a hot afternoon, we wandered through the square and happened upon a centenary commemoration to women’s suffrage in New Zealand in 1893.
The truly brilliant thing about a bicycle as a means of touring is the ease with which we can change our plans about where we want to go and that has implications for the shape of the things we see and do. There is none of the 100 kilometer per hour drive-by experience of a place. We all know that feeling. We spot something intriguing along the road and before we can fully formulate the thought, “Oh, that’s interesting. What is that?” we are long past it and cannot be bothered to stop, turn around and go exploring.
Time to head out of town.
Just an hour north of downtown Auckland via the Northern Motorway is the village of Matakana, our hopping-off point to visit, by bike, some of the 19 wineries that comprise the Matakana Wine Trail.
Time to venture out and explore our neighborhood.
After the excitement of a white Christmas in Winnipeg has passed and with the prospect of many more months of snow, it’s time to head south, way south, with our bicycles in tow, to find summer in New Zealand.