Where Wellington is the dysfunctional 20-something, Auckland is all grown up. It is a city coloured with terracotta, tea and biscotti, pushing 4WD pushchairs, drinking lattes from takeaway cups. It is white shirts and pinstripes, shiny cars and brunch in leafy suburbs on the weekend.
It is an inbetween city - Auckland. It is not small and quirky like Wellington, or massive and crazy-cool like Tokyo. It sits somewhere inbetween the two - its hand waving in the air, frantically fighting to be noticed. Too big for the kids table, not quite mature enough to sit with the grown ups.
But on a super sunny Saturday (dressed in shorts and t'shirts), I saw a different side of this biggest city of ours. From the top of Rangitoto island we were witness to the city's true beauty. From every angle, as far as we could see, it was islands and penninsulas, rimmed with lines of white sand beaches and aqua coloured ocean.
Thanks for the send off Auckland. You're a bit of alright really.
It is an inbetween city - Auckland. It is not small and quirky like Wellington, or massive and crazy-cool like Tokyo. It sits somewhere inbetween the two - its hand waving in the air, frantically fighting to be noticed. Too big for the kids table, not quite mature enough to sit with the grown ups.
But on a super sunny Saturday (dressed in shorts and t'shirts), I saw a different side of this biggest city of ours. From the top of Rangitoto island we were witness to the city's true beauty. From every angle, as far as we could see, it was islands and penninsulas, rimmed with lines of white sand beaches and aqua coloured ocean.
Thanks for the send off Auckland. You're a bit of alright really.
1 comment:
Auckland is quite pretty I guess ... if only it had a light rail system, better drivers, and a soul.
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