We are new Kiwis now!


It was pretty much a waiting game at the airport, because at the immigration counter we needed to receive a “residence permit” stamp instead of a “tourist permit” stamp. After that we had to declare whether or not we had any wood in our suitcases. We did have wood in them, something in every four of them, in fact. So all of them had to be opened. However, finally, walking on real Dutch wooden shoes we entered NZ as new inhabitants. YESSS!!!

My father (who has lived in NZ for 25 years already) and his wife Martha were waiting for us at the other side of the doors, and together we drove to their house in Ashburton at a distance of 80 km (50 mi) from Christchurch. Now we can rest, update the web log, sleep, and after that… go job hunting!
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