The perfect brew after 18 holes of bad golf in near arctic conditions! I should know better …
After a weekend of disrupted travel plans, I’m struggling to decide whether everything happens for a reason.
Did Mount Puyehoe in Chile spew it’s volcanic ash simply to foil my weekend away? If I am to believe that everything happens for a reason – then what was it?
I arrived in Auckland (en route to Melbourne) prepared for the possibility of delay. The delays turned to cancellations and after five of them I decided it was time to chuck in the towel, cut my losses and return to Wellington. A four-day break in Melbourne morphed into a three-day break in Auckland.
I’ve rationalised this event to find the positive.
- I got to spend time with my future extended family getting to know them better. Schlepping around pyjama-clad and mug in hand in the morning breaks down all sorts of barriers!
- I made friends with Ruby the dog and Daphne the cat.
- I got to spend time with an old school friend renewing very close bonds we shared many years ago.
- I got to know the Auckland streets a little better even though I still refuse to drive there.
- I enjoyed time with my lovely lovely daughter and her equally lovely fiancee.
Photographed on Thorndon Quay, Wellington, New Zealand.
Photographed from the shore of Days Bay, Wellington, New Zealand.
Photographed at Huka Falls, Taupo, New Zealand.
Is there a way to photograph patience?
Mine is wearing a little thin today … I was scheduled to visit Melbourne (Australia) with my daughter. Melbourne is approximately a four hour flight from New Zealand. In order to make the trip together I must first fly from Wellington to Auckland.
Sadly, volcanic ash from Chile is playing havoc with our plans.
Today’s flight from Auckland to Melbourne has been cancelled. In order to rebook I’ve had to wait in one of those interminable phone queues … you know, the ones that play muzac interspersed with cheerful voices from staff telling you how valued your business is, and other sorts of irrelevant tit-bits.
I sat there on my bed prepared for the long haul, tray on my lap with all-bran, kiwifruit, cellphone and documentation. Too cold to be anywhere else at that hour of the morning. Rebooking, when my call was finally answered, was simple. Now, I just have to hope that the ash cloud has lifted by tomorrow morning. Otherwise, I’ll have to go through the whole procedure again!
But wait there’s more …this isn’t the whole story folks …
I arrived early (thank goodness) at Wellington airport for my domestic flight to Auckland. While scanning my e-ticket a lovely young man came up to assist – no I’m not that doddery or incompetent I thought – and pointed out that the flight I’d booked was Auckland to Wellington, and visa versa for the return trip. Showing his pearly white teeth in a broad grin, he told me that rebooking was going to be expensive.
GRRRRR!!! Maybe I’m not as competent as I thought.
So, I had to wait in queue number two, another long one because everyone’s flights have been affected. $$$$$$ later I walked away with the last available seat to Auckland today.
I’m feeling quite worn …
I’ve since heard that there’s been another earthquake in Japan. When considered with those that having been plaguing Christchurch recently and the spewing volcano in Chile, I really can’t complain.
Whatever happens this weekend, happens …
Minds are made for changing – I’ve recently written a blog on this topic. What I haven’t written about is my notorious habit of changing my mind in cafes and restaurants.
I deliberate at length over the menu – even when it’s short – place my order and then change it.
I might see a yummy looking dish on it’s way to some other lucky punter, experience menu envy, then regret my choice. By that stage it could be too late to change it, but if it isn’t, I will.
This morning my partner and I thought we’d have breakfast at our favorite cafe, Nikau. We know the menu off by heart … it hasn’t changed significantly in the years we’ve been going there. I could recite it for you …
Still, we went in, ordered our drinks – a long black and english breakfast tea – and said ‘thank you’ to a copy of the beautifully presented menu. I’m always a sucker for their fresh fruit salad and yoghurt (with a portion of muesli on the side) or their delicious hot and steamy porridge with caramelised apples and slivered almonds. But I’ve been trying to be really good lately and have reverted to having a simple boiled egg (four minutes!) with wholegrain toast.
I’ve also been trying diligently to stem my mind-changing habit. Of giving my order to the lovely waiting staff, then racing after them to change it to something else.
This morning the owner Paul served us. We always have a chat about something (usually football or rugby) and then he tells us, knowing how Dave hates them, that the only fruit on the menu is banana. The he asks me what my order is, and then what I’d like to change it to.
So to myself, I said fresh fruit and yoghurt (with muesli on the side), but to Paul I said ‘one boiled egg with a slice of wholegrain toast, please.’
It took so much resolve to stay in my seat, keep my lips firmly sealed and stick with the plan.