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November 3, 2004

Tauranga Train Bridge
Tauranga Train Bridge

Source: http://www.newzealand.com


It comes to something when you are forced to go to a McDonald’s in order to obtain an ice-cream!!!!!!

We have reached Tauranga a “thriving commercial and business centre, busy port and rich horticultural farmland” that with its “combination of location, climate, attractive beaches and many associated activities … has much to offer both the native and the visitor”.

What they fail to tell you is that you need a car to reach any of these attractions! And unless you are a serious shopaholic, all that’s in town of any general interest is the cinema.

Oh, and the man in the clown-like outfit and the unfittingly high voice which made you wonder whether he had suffered some kind of childhood accident involving his testicles being squeezed too tightly for an unseemly extended period of time.
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No White Christmas, This

December 25, 2005

A Very Merry Christmas to You and Yours!

Source: Google image.

You find us still in Sydney, trying to get to grips with the concept of celebrating the ultimate winter festival in underwear (that is, when we are at home) and in great danger of suffering from heat stroke!  

It’s been kinda weird doing Christmas over here: but – I hasten to add – far less depressing than last year; where it was a case of waiting for the clock to strike 10 o’clock so we could feasibly go to bed and end the dismal (and wholly un-jolly) charade.

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New Zealand ‘03: October 25, 2003

Well we are now in Queenstown, the furthest south that we will be traversing on this trip. It is a student town, but not like any I have seen! It is surrounded by magnificent snow-covered mountains and a huge lake (some fifty miles long!!!) – which affords the most amazing views from every direction (including our bedroom window).

Had salmon for dinner – caught fresh this morning (by somebody other than myself that is); and as I sit here relaxing with a glass of wine (the locals know how to squeeze a good grape) and watch the sun setting over the lake, it crosses my mind to complete a few posties (finally) and to update you on my adventure.

Some geography for you enjoy.

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New Zealand ‘03: October 24, 2003

We made our way to Franz Joseph to try and hike on the glacier, but were foiled by the rain gods who declared that:

“On this day, it shall piss it down like a bugger and the mist should lie so low that the people cannot even begin to say which direction the glacier layeth in!

They shall be forced to wade like a duck to the corner shop in their hunt for a Magnum ice-cream and then spend the day quaffing more wine and playing numerous games of Scrabble”.

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New Zealand ‘03: October 19, 2003

Dear Sir –

and also for the attention of Lord & Lady Venezuela-Shearer, Victoria Moon, Gus and Ms Brown.

I thank you for the responding emails. I am penning this to you as I sit on the outer deck of a large sea-faring vessel that is transporting myself and my statuesquely-challenged companion to the South Island.

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New Zealand ‘03: October 17, 2003

Tongariro National Park XI
Tongariro National Park XI, by Christoph Rupprecht (Focx Photography), CC-BY-SA2.0

Greetings from the Land of the Long White Cloud.

Ah, but this life is sweet.  Yesterday we awoke to the sound of (unidentified) birds chirruping in the tress, the morning light softly breaking o’er the majestic mountains and a brand new day promising delight and adventure to our hearts content.

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New Zealand ’03: October 12, 2003

Dear Sir and To Whom It May Concern –

I thank you for your delightful comments about the lyricism contained in my last correspondence with you all.  I must say that I was feeling the spirit of Wordsworth when I pieced that one together and hope to reach a similar pinnacle of verbiage at another point in my life.
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New Zealand ’03: A Departing Letter

October 8, 2003

Dear Sir,

I have heard it told that after only a few weeks in ruskyland, you are now calling yourself “Tsarina”.  Well I’m not having it, and wish to bring to your attention that one night attending a ballet performance of Swan Lake does not make you royalty!

I believe the current legislature requires twenty visits to respectable theatres that people have actually heard of, before you can even set foot on the lowest rung of Lordhood.

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