Sunday, 27 September 2009
Saturday, 26 September 2009
Meanwhile we have reached the end of term so went a walk in the gradens and saw some lovely orchids. Hamilton gardens are worth a visit if you come to see us,
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
Yet another "New" Zealand experience was Les's weekend tramp. This does not involve spending a few days with a gentleman of the road but is Kiwispeak for hillwalking or hiking. A group from college (with at least one who had a clue what they were doing) went walking up the Coromandel Pinnacles. The views were spectacular, the bush impenetrable and the pain indescribable but a good time was had by all. We drove for a couple of hours then walked until teatime before spending a night in the Pinnacles hut. Actually the "hut" is the size of a small hotel and was stuffed with 80 sweaty bodies most of whom konked out about 8.30 pm. Next morning we went up to the "very big top", managed not to fall off, took in the fantastic scenery and had a breather before heading back down. The route down followed the "Billy Goat Track" which tells you all you need to know about how steep it was. Now 2 days later Les is still asking for Fiona's chiropractor's home number but she is sticking to the "shape up or ship out" point of view. (Not really!)
Friday, 18 September 2009
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Sunday, 13 September 2009
Thursday, 10 September 2009
We don't understand it but thankfully we don't have an assignment on it so we can live with complexity and reccommend Eugene H. Peterson's book called Reversed Thunder which puts it all into a bit of context. Talking of context the sharp eyed folk will notice the Ship to Ship tanker in the picture - Scapa Flow in Armageddon?
Monday, 7 September 2009
(To be fair I have worn my black long sleeve Gillian Morrison T shirt as a layer for 28 out of 36 days we have been here, 4 of those other days it has been in the wash and the remaining 4 days have been warm enough for short sleeves. )
Truth be told there isn't much in the way of fashion here so far - anything goes as long as it has a hole in it. A guy in the KFC queue had come in straight from a boar hunt with both fresh blood and mud on his breeks to prove it. The boar was strapped to the back of his car, tusks still attached. Bare feet are the order of the day though it is still winter. Folk even come to church bare footed or in flip flops if it is frosty - anybody got some drawing pins?
Sunday, 6 September 2009
We awoke to hear Dan the man chopping up a tree for fuel. While he left it drying in the sun he got his hangi pit dug and then they started the fire underground. When the embers started to sink they put stones on top, covered them with pulped banana tree branches then filled the pit with a metal cage of meat (and two chickens) all wrapped in foil. Next came the leaves off the banana tree and to top it all two wet sacks and finally all the earth they had dug out of the pit. An hour before the food festival was ready they dug it all up and hey presto you could smell the roast pork, beef and chicken from our door.
Once we got tore into the meat, haggis and paella it was time for a Cultural feast of singing, dancing, drumming, karate, rap and of course Flower of Scotland on flute & sax.
So today we have a haggis and hangi hangover!