Aha! I was going to say that what I do have,for lack of grand announcements, is homemade honey from our land on Bornholm. Actually, all I have is a photo of the honey. The batch that was sent down here was confiscated - the parcel did arrive at the house (a bit passive aggressively) without its contents which had been replaced by a very strongly worded letter threatening hellfire on the household should we ever be caught trying to import honey into New Zealand again.
Point being, I’m short on honey at the moment as well.
…Your point being what exactly?
Oh.
Moo.
Absolutely looking forward to this thing they call “Field Days” down here. I want to wear Wellingtons and pet cows en masse.
Where we’re at now.
I haven’t been posting much these past few months - Don’t know why really, you’d think there’d be lots to tell what with moving to New Zealand and such. And there has been, but my inner monologue has been doing most of the writing. So, here’s just a few random things that struck me apun arrival:
- That accent is adorable, but I have no idea what they’re talking about.
- Drive on the wrong side of the street, in the wrong side of the car, and use my left hand to change gears? I don’t think that’s humanly possible.
- The level of conversation with shopkeepers can take on astronomical proportions.
- I am constantly amazed that people walk around town without shoes on. I just want to know why, because they can’t all have gotten dressed, looked themselves in the mirror and thought “Damn, my feet look good today, lets go.”
- Haha, windy in Wellington you say? Pfft, can’t be as bad as Copenhagen in winter…
-….[a few weeks later in Wellington] You. Must. Be. Fucking. Kidding. Me.
This is my first Christmas away from my family. And regardless of the missing and the feeling that the season is slightly askew, it has resulted in one positive thing: I cooked a traditional Danish Christmas dinner on my own*.
This may mean nothing to most people, granted, but it will amaze those that know me because boiling an egg properly is usual beyond my abilities as a chef.
So Merry Christmas to one and all, wherever you are.
*With adult supervision courtesy of a wonderful Mum-In-Law.
In other news….
I was kidding about the “slightly appalled” part. Kinda. The amount of health and safety warnings on TV and on the street make me wonder how the Kiwis ever made it to 4 million pax without at least half of them succumbing to manhole covers, baking while drunk, vitamin deficiency, and/or sheer* stupidity.
Also,all of you are missing Foxbat singing “Smells like teen spirit” in the living room this Friday evening, on what seems to be a karaoke machine from circa 1998.
Rock on, Tumblreros.
*Oh yeah, nailed that pun.
Suddenly beginning to wonder whether I should be concerned that 19 friends are excited that I’m moving to the other side of the world.
"At the start of winter you’ve got a fair chance of experiencing some gale force winds - the sorts of days when strong men get pinned up against walls and little old ladies, desperately clutching their umbrellas, can be seen floating by at skyscraper height"
I’m intrigued.
-Lonely Planet Guide to New Zealand.
