SonatheFixer
Patron with Honors
Evidently we are scheduled for snow up here Sunday am.
Lake Waikaremoana. Read all about the legend. Translates to Sea of Dashing Waters.
Paeroa. The big L&P bottle. I will let you in on a secret. There is no L&P in that bottle. Maybe lots of pigeon poo.
Kina and Paua we used to sit on the rocks, crck a kina with the knife and sort of drink it. Never had it cooked. Same with Paua, used to shred it with a knife like a potato peeler and eat it raw on the beach after we fished for it.
Tauranga is the place I bought my first car from, a 1956 Hillman Husky. Got it off my dads mate and stayed there for a week or so before I drove it home. It was just after my 16th birthday. I already had my motorcycle license and a motorcycle to go with it.
Waiouru, where I nearly came to grief with my Plymouth Belvedere (in the Cars Bars and Guitars thread). Worked nearby in Turangi.
Taumarunui. Is that the home town of the poncey little Mongrel Mob? It is a forestry town (or was then). Peculiar pub. Sandflies, Pah! Nearly got eaten by the maoris. They bite a little harder. Forestry Towns, like Turangi once was tend to be pretty rough joints. My little brother was the copper at Taneatua once (near the Bay of Plenty), another one of those towns. Had a few stories to tell about the low lifes there and abuse of children.
Waipuk.... Waipukurau?
Tui probably planted their brewery in the middle of nowhere to keep it safe from marauding natives?
Much as my cynical attempts at humour over NZ is there, it is really a stunningly beautiful place to see and many of the people are wonderful to associate with. Much joy can be had there for anyone visiting.
What we all have to remember is that cities are pretty much the same the world over, full of conmen and thugs. Once you get out into the less concentrated places the beauty begins to unfold in front of you. Then you stand in awe of what you see and experience.
Lake Waikaremoana. Read all about the legend. Translates to Sea of Dashing Waters.
Paeroa. The big L&P bottle. I will let you in on a secret. There is no L&P in that bottle. Maybe lots of pigeon poo.
Kina and Paua we used to sit on the rocks, crck a kina with the knife and sort of drink it. Never had it cooked. Same with Paua, used to shred it with a knife like a potato peeler and eat it raw on the beach after we fished for it.
Tauranga is the place I bought my first car from, a 1956 Hillman Husky. Got it off my dads mate and stayed there for a week or so before I drove it home. It was just after my 16th birthday. I already had my motorcycle license and a motorcycle to go with it.
Waiouru, where I nearly came to grief with my Plymouth Belvedere (in the Cars Bars and Guitars thread). Worked nearby in Turangi.
Taumarunui. Is that the home town of the poncey little Mongrel Mob? It is a forestry town (or was then). Peculiar pub. Sandflies, Pah! Nearly got eaten by the maoris. They bite a little harder. Forestry Towns, like Turangi once was tend to be pretty rough joints. My little brother was the copper at Taneatua once (near the Bay of Plenty), another one of those towns. Had a few stories to tell about the low lifes there and abuse of children.
Waipuk.... Waipukurau?
Tui probably planted their brewery in the middle of nowhere to keep it safe from marauding natives?
Much as my cynical attempts at humour over NZ is there, it is really a stunningly beautiful place to see and many of the people are wonderful to associate with. Much joy can be had there for anyone visiting.
What we all have to remember is that cities are pretty much the same the world over, full of conmen and thugs. Once you get out into the less concentrated places the beauty begins to unfold in front of you. Then you stand in awe of what you see and experience.
