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Itinerary

Here's what we'll be up to over the next couple of months. If you want to contact us, email. Receiving cellphone calls will cost me $2.00 a minute on top of normal charges, so keep 'em to a minimum.

Monday April 13: Dunedin – Christchurch – Auckland - Hong Kong

Leave Dunedin 7:00 pm,Arrive Hong Kong 6:45 am, Tuesday 14


Wednesday April 15: Hong Kong – Munich - Rome

Leave 11:20 pm Arrive Rome 8:10 am


Saturday April 18: train to Assisi


Tuesday April 21: Train to Florence


Thursday April 23: Train to Venice


Saturday April 25: Train to Neuchatel, Switzerland


Saturday May 2: Train to Paris


Saturday May 9: Train to St. Jean Pied De Port

Walking the Camino de Santiago de Compostella


Tuesday May 26: Train to Barcelona


Wednesday May 27: Train to Lyon


Thursday May 28: Bus/train to Taize


Sunday May 31: Train to Dijon


Monday June 1: Train/Ferry to London


Monday June 8: train to Norwich


Thursday June 11: drive to Durham


Friday June 12: drive to Edinburgh


Saturday June 13: drive to Oban/Iona


Sunday June 14: drive to Glasgow


Monday June 15: drive to Carlisle


Thursday June 18: drive to Manchester


Saturday June 20: drive to Norwich


Wednesday June 24: Train to London


Tuesday June 30: Train to the South of England


Saturday 4 July wedding; train to London in the early evening


Sunday July 5: Fly to San Francisco

Leave 8:35 am, Arrive San Francisco 7:10 pm


Wednesday July 8: Fly to Dunedin

Leave 9:00 pm Arrive Dunedin Friday July 10 9:10 am

Comments

Brian R said…
Lord, you are in all of your creation. Protect and guide Kelvin & Clemency as they set out to travel. Make their ways safe and their homecomings joyful. Let them have your wisdom so that they make good and right choices in all the places that they go. Give them safe traveling companions. Amen.
salt.nz said…
Have a fantastic trip! Greg wants to know if he can put your itinerary up on the school website?
Cheers Jane
Alden Smith said…
You have a great time Kelvin and tell us all about it later with your wonderful photographs and prose.

Kia Kaha
Haere nui
Haere ra

Alden
Kate said…
Bon Voyage! Don't forget to stop and meditate! Hugs to you both. Say hello to Florence for me.
Kelvin Wright said…
Thank you for your good wishes and prayers. I had hoped to take my meditation stool, Katherine, but the suitcase is already overweight.I'll have to make do I guess.

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