Thread: married to a kiwi discussion 1

Hello
I am married to a Kiwi.
So what you might think, so are millions of others.
True, but I am not a Kiwi, I am from Europe.
Again, you might ask, so what?

Well, let’s just say that seeing we come from different cultures, we don’t always look at things the same way.
He is a hunter, I am not.
He dreams of Stewart Island, I dream of Bora Bora
He is getting his wish, I am coming along kicking and screaming

Here is my side of the story:

« You will love Stewart Island. There are very few people, in fact, you’ll see no one once we get to the place we booked. We’ll have our own private beach, you’ll be able to see stunning sunsets and if you are willing to venture out into the wilderness, you might even come across a Kiwi.”
My husband of ten years looks at me with a big smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. At this point, he hasn’t told me that there will be no electricity, no wifi, no heating and no running water. He hasn’t told me that I will be sleeping in a sleeping bag in a cabin, that temperatures will rarely climb into doubles figures, that it probably will rain a lot and that I will be spending my days alone while he goes off hunting. And he definitely has not told me that this whole adventure is going to cost about the same as a two-week holiday in a five-star hotel in Bora Bora.

In fact, at this point, he is still full of confidence that his European wife who has a penchant for fluffy duvets, warm Caribbean waters and Michelin star restaurants will happily accompany him to an Island that most people have never even heard of. At this point, he also still believes that she will spend her day in a cabin, faithfully waiting for the return of her hunter husband. He even thinks she will have dinner ready for him, that she will listen to his tales of a day’s hunting and he probably also believes that she will enthusiastically peel herself out of the many layers of clothing she will be forced to wear to make love on the hard and cold wooden planks of their cabin.

Really? Has he lost his marbles? Is he blind? Did someone give him drugs? I mean seriously, who did he think he married? Ok, fair enough, we did meet in Uganda when he was working as an Overland Driver and I was backpacking my way to Rwanda to see the Gorillas. At the time, neither of us had a lot of money. We were both still in that adventure stage of our life where you don’t have to think about mortgages, careers, pensions, etc. So, yes, you could say we were roughing it. Sleeping in tents, not having showers for several days, using bushes and long drops to do our business and surviving on beer (him not me) and samosas (me not him). Then it was heaven. Now it’s like, do I have to?

I mean, today we do have a mortgage and we do have careers (well kind of) and after backpacking through Myanmar in 2013 we swore to each other that we would never rough it again. So where on earth did Stewart Island suddenly appear from?

Sounds like absolute paradise!
You are so lucky to have such a thoughtful and understanding husband!

Lol it will be what you make of it, look forward to the report
Btw - i wouldn't even think of taking my westcoast born and bred wife down there lol


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Oysters, crayfish,blue cod, venison, .......... Geeze ask him if he'll swap and I'll go with you?

You go to borabora, and he go to Stewart isle. Problem solved.

Depending on which side of the island you are, you could easily get 3G network from the mainland. I used to receive and send text messages from Christmas village 14 years ago. Grab some books and grab a fishing road it is never to late to learn a new skill, and fishing is very easy over there. Grab a battery pack or mini solar panels to charge up your phone if you have 3G.

Stewart island is actually the perfect place to reflect on oneself and life in general. I was there for ten days on my own.
You could take pictures of the wildlife. Maybe ensure that you have a gps if you want to venture on some nearby tracks. Maybe get a girl friend of yours to join. That might make the trip less boring?

Always look on the bright side... there's no way you will get eaten by the many great white sharks that inhabit Steward Island... the water is too bloody cold to get in to in the first place!

Us kiwi buggers must be hard work eh? My wife used to go to work in high heels and rub shoulders with fancy people, she advised Lula Sa Silva (former Brazilian president) on wine for state functions and ran an Argentine billionaires personal winery on one of his estates, she served as head winemaker at La Crema winery in California followed by a vintage in Washington State and a vintage in Australia, then she made the fatal mistake of coming to do a vintage for Drylands estate in Marlborough and must have been tasting a bit too much of the product as I managed to get my foot in the door and now she goes to work in overalls and gumboots and we live an unassuming life in the country here (and she actually loves it!)
I took her hunting once, she stays home now, her choice
I look forward to more on this thread!

Originally Posted by Mrs Sideshow

We were both still in that adventure stage of our life.

So where on earth did Stewart Island suddenly appear from?

Perhaps he needs to revisit adventure to feel alive.

Maybe I’m wrong,but I think you’ve hit the bloody jackpot and just haven’t realized your winnings yet

.....but kudos to you for posting,what I feel is a great post,its the different perspective and subject that you expose........

I am lost for words. The man is a saint! Ha ha ha ha

Originally Posted by Ryan_Songhurst

Us kiwi buggers must be hard work eh? My wife used to go to work in high heels and rub shoulders with fancy people, she advised Lula Sa Silva (former Brazilian president) on wine for state functions and ran an Argentine billionaires personal winery on one of his estates, she served as head winemaker at La Crema winery in California followed by a vintage in Washington State and a vintage in Australia, then she made the fatal mistake of coming to do a vintage for Drylands estate in Marlborough and must have been tasting a bit too much of the product as I managed to get my foot in the door and now she goes to work in overalls and gumboots and we live an unassuming life in the country here (and she actually loves it!)
I took her hunting once, she stays home now, her choice
I look forward to more on this thread!

She must love animals? It can’t all be your charm and awesome good looks?

Better than having some drop kick husband that wants to spend his life in the pub
Or is it

My wife pines and makes wistful noises while looking far into the distance. Her mind is elsewhere, remembering times she was a traveler of no fixed abode, wandering New Zealand trying to find her place in the world. She becomes all romantic and her eyes become a little glazed and she says in a voice quivering with sadness and loss "I wish I was in Stewart Island"

Lol Sometimes you have to take one for the team