In the centre/center of things

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When I was a kid in the early 1950's, my friend (Jean-Marie) and I went to the movies as often as we could.  Yay, bring on Audie Murphy who usually got shot at, like, 10 times in every western but still staggered around the town before killing the baddie and claiming the rancher's daughter.

But in those days, New Zealanders never said that they were "going to the movies".  They were "going to the ... pictures".

Jean-Marie and I read Archie Andrews comics.  Archie talked about 'movies', not 'pictures'.  So, we did too.  Everyone looked on us as if we were mad -

"Hey, Mum, we're off to the movies -"

"You're what?"

"The movies." Mum looked puzzled.  I sighed.  "The pictures!  The pictures, okay?"  

And today ... I got to thinking about word spellings from the United States that have completely taken over from New Zealand's english heritage language.

For example:

English -  gaol

US - jail

English - capital

US - capitol

English - centre

US - center

English - pyjamas

US  - pajamas

In the fifties, I loved doughnuts.  They were big balls of dough, split by cream and jam and covered in icing sugar.  So delicious, with a crispy skin.  I would have a "Harry Met Sally" moment (the junior non-naughty version) whenever I ate one.  

Now we have 'donuts', circles with a hole in the middle and with icing on the top.  Nice and tasty but nowhere near as yummy as a "doughnut". 

And what about the word 'programme'?  It's on the way out. 'Program' is on the way in ....

Of course, it can go the other way around.  Way-back-when New Zealand had an everything-except-groceries department chain store called:  Woolworths.   I used to think it was part of the famous United States chain (think Woolworth heiress Barbara Hutton, the Paris Hilton of her day) until a friend pointed out to me that it was all about the apostrophe.  NZ had the apostrophe after the 's', ie Woolworths'.  In America it was "Woolworth's".   Goodness, did we blatantly copy-cat?  And Woolworths Supermarket from Australia arrived here some years ago.  It disappeared for a few years but is now due back again within a few weeks.  Don't ask me to sort out the do's and don'ts of the name;  I've given up....

  

Walking

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Last week I was determined to walk from Miramar to the Ataturk Memorial, by way of Wellington Airport.  If I were coming from town, I would catch the Airport Bus.  If driving, I'd pay the toll and (return) drive straight through the airport to the sea and onto the memorial (or drive via Lyall Bay for free).

it's a 22 minute walk from my house to the airport terminal, and once I got there, I thought, um, should I go into the terminal and have a little nosey around?

Nope!  I must not deviate from my plan.  Samosas and kebabs, get out of my brain!

From outside the main doors of the airport terminal, I walked straight south through the airport grounds, past car parks, freight buildings and a sewage plant, to reach the sea at Moa Point (about 15 minutes from terminal). Maybe I should turn right and do a short walk through a tunnel to Lyall Bay to watch the surfers (and eat at Spruce Goose)?

No!  I turned left and walked jauntily past the dozen houses at Moa Point, past several pebbled coves, and round about quite a few flax bushes.

it was a narrow rutted and, in parts, stoney track.

After about a half an hour I wasn't walking quite so jauntily. Some puffing was involved.  

There were a couple of times that necessitated my running into a sometimes busy road when the track was not passable.  It was no more than 15 seconds-a-sprint, but I was a little miffed at having to do this.

Finally after about an hour from leaving Moa Point (I had stopped to take photos, and sit down once [okay, twice, but I was eating my picnic lunch so who's counting?]), I reached the bottom of the hill leading up to the Ataturk Memorial.  The Memorial commemorates all the fighting dead from the first world war, Gallipoli.

 I'm sure there is no shame in admitting that by this time I was a bit of a red-faced sweaty, puffing mess. 

Oh, bugger...  I just didn't want to climb the hill to the memorial.  Besides I'd been up there loads of times.  It was only about a five minute hill hike but ...

I prodded back home the way I'd come. 

Quitter..........

above: photo taken from Moa Point, just around the corner from southern end of Wellington Airport.

above: Ataturk Memorial.  stock photo

The quiet(?) after the storm

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Well...  The wild gusty winds certainly hit Wellington last night.  My kowhai tree blew completely out from the ground. My neighbour lost her fence. Electricity went down in many areas.

I was so stressed out because I didn't know how on earth I was going to get rid of the tree from slap-bang in the middle of my front lawn.  I couldn't get around it or over it, I couldn't open my bedroom window, I had a little garden lopper that could only cut twiggy branches. Many branches were as thick as my thighs and if you've ever seen my thighs you would be horrified at their thicky-ness.  The kowhai tree's trunk was even thicker.  How on earth was I going to chop it up and cart it away.

This morning I lopped off as much as I could from the tree, but truly it wasn't much.  But then - miracle of miracles! - a neighbour arrived with a chainsaw.  Whoopee, my lawn was soon tree-free, with blocks of branches safely tucked away for me to gradually feed into my wheelibin.

Wow, thank you, neighbour....

above: a stock photo of a New Zealand tui bird in a kowhai tree.  I will so miss watching the tui sipping from the kowhai flower, and my listening to its beautiful singing voice.

WINDY Wellington

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Wow, it's  been windy in Wellington today.  For the last hour, I'd been hearing bangs and noises.  A couple of pieces of my garden furniture blew around.  

 It's about 8 pm Sunday (NZ time) as I type this. 

About fifteen minutes ago, I went to close the bedroom blinds and I thought, "Hey, I don't remember the rose bush outside my bedroom blocking the window...  Oh, wait a minute, that's not my rose bush -  I see yellow kowhai flowers..."

My kowhai tree had blown down.  The bushy branches were actually brushing against the window, the tree trunk about a metre from the front of my house.  Thank goodness it's not a huge tree.  It broke off at ground level and is lying not-so-flat on the front lawn.

Border Security

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When I left home for Sydney,  it was 4 am in the morning.  I wasn't concentrating too well as I went through Border Security at Wellington Airport,

My little plastic bag of liquids - foundation, toothpaste, eye drops - was siphoned into a lane away from my carry-on bag which was my only luggage. 

"Oi, that's my plastic bag."  I waved at the security guy.  "What's wrong with it?"

"You have toothpaste," he said with a tut-tut.  

"It's allowed," I said.  "The tube's only quarter-full."

"But the weight on the tube says 110 grams.  You're only allowed 100 grams."

"But it's quarter-full."  the tube Was even folded over.  Was the guy thick or something?

It didn't matter.  I had to relinquish my toothpaste.  When I arrived in Sydney, I forgot to buy toothpaste on that first day so had to get out of bed at 7 am the following morning and find  some .  Hey, but the toothpaste was only $2, what a bargain.  It was a shame I couldn't take loads of the stuff back home with me and sell it on the black market, but by now I was probably on every country's Border Security Blacklist. Toothpaste, you are not going to be my downfall...

On the way home, I got caught at Sydney Airport by Border Security.  Thank goodness they weren't filming that day for "Border Security Australia", I would never have been able to live down such an episode - 

And before you, my four readers, start to chastise me, no I didn't get stopped because I was a toothpaste smuggler -

The Border Security guy reached into my shoulder bag and pulled out a bottle of water.

"What's this?"

"Um.  Water?". I was mortified.

"You're not allowed it on the plane."

Yes, I knew that.   I'd been so  stressed on my last day in Sydney and no matter how often I'd told myself not to take the water bottle into the airport, I'd ...  gone and done it (thanks Shania Twain, nifty song line).

"I'm so sorry," I said.  "Sorry, sorry, sorry.  I forgot.  I'm sorry."  I sorry-ed about ten more times. 

 He thrust the bottle at me.  The guy didn't speak english that well and in my stressed state, I couldn't understand him. 

He mimed drinking from the bottle.

Oh.  How kind.  He was asking if I wanted to take a final gulp before the bottle was confiscated.

I took a gulp and handed back the bottle.

And I was on my way home to New Zealand, and out of Australia.

It was only when I did get home a friend said to me "That Aussie security guy?  He probably thought you were a terrorist and demanded that you sample the water in case it was full of acid or something...."

..and even more Sydney

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There was an exhibition on of Marilyn Monroe artifacts.  Here's the dress she wore to breathlessly sing "Happy Birthday Mr President" to John F Kennedy.

below:  I had an apple sundae at Wahlburgers.  It was deliciously HUGE.

below: view to Sydney from Taronga Park Zoo.  The zoo wasn't much, I think it's so well-known world-wide because it's been around for so long.  My suggestion, after arriving off the ferry:  take the shuttle bus to top and work your way down the hill.  I walked up the hill from bottom.  I feel I missed out on being able to book for animal encounters and I got tired of slogging up the hill.  But I did see and enjoy a seal show and a bird show.

 

below:  The outside of the Theatre Royal in Sydney, prior to my seeing "Tina - the musical", the Tina Turner story.

In Sydney I stayed at the Megaboom Hotel because I just had to stay at a hotel with such an adorable name but, mainly, because it was right in the middle of the CBD, a couple of minutes walk to several theatres and all the shops and trams

The Hotel was nothing to write home about but "Location, Location, Location" (and free breakfast).  The nearby Hilton was to the side of Queen Victoria Building.

The historic Queen Victoria Building (posh) shopping mall is all but across the road from Megaboom hotel.  If arriving on the airport train for Megaboom, get off at Town Hall Station, follow signs for a few minutes past the underground shops to go up on QVB escalator.  Walk right through to far end of QVB mall, you're almost facing York Street (on left) where the hotel is about two minute walk away.  David Jones, Myers, Tiffany's, etc are just around corner from hotel (I didnt go to Tiffany's though I would have loved to have had breakfast outside of it).

So ... enough of Sydney.  Whoopeee, Melbourne next, and  "Moulin Rouge - the musical", here I come....

More of Sydney

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When I was in Sydney two weeks ago, I went on the ferry over to Manly.  It's about a half hour ride. Extremely windy, if you sit outside on a deck.

 Manly is my favourite area.  There is Manly Beach which I far prefer to Bondi.  But the best walking area for me is when I turn left out of the ferry building and follow the footpath.  It twines around the water's edge.  I walked a long-long way along this path once before, then caught a bus (I think) to take me over the bridge to Sydney CBD.

This time I just had a leisurely walk for about an hour or so each way.  I loved it.  The views are great, tranquil, and it was nice looking at the expensive homes lining the footpath.  I passed several lovely swimming coves which had shark nets.  A few people were swimming.  I spoke to one swimmer coming out from the water.  He told me the water was cold.  -

"What would the water temperature be?" I asked.

"Um.. About 18c."

 "It' would be about 11c in Wellington."

We both pondered that, then agreed it was relevant to the two countries having way different winter temperatures in August.  Australia warm, New Zealand cold.  Bodies acclimating.  He was cold in the water at 18, me at 11.  A temperature of 18c would be okay for a Wellington summer...

I couldn't get over how botanic-garden-ish the walk was.  The plants, flowers, and grasses lining the walkway, between the sea and myself, were all perfectly manicured.  The suburb of Fairlight had great views to a marina.

I went back to Manly on another day, a Sunday.  If Manly hadnt been so far from my beloved theatre visits, I would stay in Manly.  

This time I turned right from the ferry building and wandered up the main shopping street (I bought an expensive bathing suit!), and across to Manly Beach.  My left foot had now reached full-blown blister status from the Manly walk I had done to Fairlight days earlier.  Curses, why hadn't I brought trainers with me on this holiday?

I hobbled along the foreshore, then popped in to a grand hotel for a lovely-but-expensive lunch.  There was a regular Sunday market on down the main streets and I bought a (expensive) shoulder bag.

 .... all-in-all, an expensive, footsore, yet lovable day...

above: Manly Beach

above: my Manly Fairlight walk.  Kudos to the gardeners

More of my Manly walk