And there we are again. It has been awfully silent here unfortunately. Busy, busy, busy. It's like being in Europe. Well, we were. At least for a while. Anyway, the advantage is that if you haven't got much to do we can provide you with an evening filling program. A bit of music to start with, something we listened to in the hot tub last night: Mozart heroes with 'Nothing else matters';
No, we did not get married again, we just celebrated Nienkes birthday. So I got my lovely wife a ring, made by a great Danish designer here in Wellington.
The traditional barbeque of the Dutch club was not like previous years. Because of dark clouds, wind and rain we made it an indoor event. Not to worry though, enough meat was provided.
Those clouds by the way, do provide beautiful sunsets.
Someone working very hard from home, two laptops and a computer with two screens. Don't think she'll miss anything.
If you leave food on the kitchen bench, New Zealand ants will find it. We had a whole army marching in. Not feeling happy about killing them, but I do not like them in and on my sandwich either.
One of the macrocarpa's decided to dump a limb on our hayshed. A dented roof, broken fence and a mess in the drinking trough is the result.
You know the story by now, that means work for the chainsaw, tractor and myself. And as a bonus a bonfire.
Never found that jar full of gold on our property....
With a couple of friends we went back to Akitio for a long weekend of food, wine and walking.
Had not seen Guy for a while, last time was at least a beard ago. Rainbows seem to follow us!
There is nothing better than a great evening with friends around a massive macrocarpa table and a great meal prepared by everyone.
No sunsets on this side of the island, but the moon is nice too.
Mira and Koen on top of the hills, this weekend was more or less meant as a wilderness experience for them. Mira's job at the Embassy here in NZ is almost done and they had a bit of a weird time here with covid and lockdowns. So we wanted to give them a bit of a Kiwi experience (with a Dutch note), besides, they are just great people, so all the more reason to go away for a long weekend.
Still as beautiful as the last time we were here, just a bit warmer, a lot warmer in fact.
Regular breaks were necessary. To drink water, but also to adjust bandages, attend to blisters, tell jokes to keep the spirits up, etc.. Oh, those lovely Dutch cinnamon stick Koen brought along.....
We clearly did not bring enough water. Big mistake. Unbelievable how Nienke and I had already done this trip once and we still underestimated it. Nothing to worry about, there is definitely water in this wine bottle, we just did not have enough water bottles. The owner later told us that she did not know we were going to do this walk, she normally keeps it closed over summer as it is to much of a challenge. How about a tap halfway?
Yep, a few of those hills and ridges we did have to climb. I tried to keep the spirit up by saying 'This is the last one I think' all the time. By the third time it did not improve the mood anymore.
No 'broom wagon' here. The choice is simple, continue to the unknown (for them that is) or go back and face a steep descent.
There is a valley right in front of this climb, with a little stream, making it the most difficult climb of the trip. The last one I thought, but how mistaken I was. There was a dead animal in the stream so yet another reason not to use that water (other than cow and sheep shit and giardia). And then, there was another valley and hill. Our group must have looked awful, close to a recue operation. Dehydration was obvious and a few were limping. Koen and I were slightly faster than the others and went ahead so Koen could return by bike to the group with fresh cold water while I emptied the milk bottles.
Not 'the Last Farewell', we definitely all survived. This is guy giving a Sunday morning serenade to the mountains full of morning sun. Oh, and stupefied sheep. Great concert.
While the others all had to return to their busy lives, Nienke and I added one more day. Undeterred by the rain of the last night we had our breakfast outside on the deck and then went for out for some kayaking. We did not realise the banks of the river were basically just mud, in order to reach the water you had to wade knee deep through it. Climbing the banks after kayaking we looked like grey monsters pulling grey pieces of trees. I can tell you that cleaning everything took a while.
Still busy with my book about our beloved sportsclub Sphaerinda. This is a picture I found of a hockey match between Sphaerinda and Delft in 1899 (won by us of course).
Picture of a student during the Interacademiale of 192, a weekend of tennis matches between the Corpora from Amsterdam, Delft, Rotterdam, Groningen, Wageningen and Utrecht. This is just making a bit of fun. The real competition was deadly serious. Unfortunately this tradition got lost a few years after the war. In my time we did not do this anymore, would have loved to do it though. Had I known then I would have revived it.
The first banner, made by a few girlfriends for the guys of the first cricket team, in 1883.
Exactly! Who cares about all of that. 'As long as we get our apples'.
Great fruit year. We had heaps of apples and peaches, too many to eat, but also quite a few already attacked by the birds. So, a feast for all our animals. Even the rabbits loved the apples, and the chickens the peaches. It goes without saying that Louise even tried to eat the bucket the fruit came in.
Look at those peaches. Delicious.
The reward for picking fruit for 10 minutes.
Nienke made apple sauce and peach cake. Can't wait till next summer!
Not sure why, but we actually had a look at another house. Nienke was thinking of downsizing so she kept an eye out for something else. This house was about 50 sq. m. bigger than ours! Same view, less paddocks, a bit higher so for the first 200 years we would keep our feet dry. Anyway, these people were totally unrealistic, so even our generous and winning offer was nowhere near what they wanted. Needless to say, it is still for sale.
So, we jumped into the tub, realising once again how great our own little paradise is.
Same view as the other house too.
And this is something I could not do there as the other house was located in a semi-urban area.
A friend came by and made a nasty remark about Louise. Sooo out of order. Does anybody else think she needs to go on a diet?
After al those years I finally gave in and bought a spray painter. Repainted the sheds in karaka (Maori for green). Looks great again, and well hidden for the Council (we still can't find the approved consent forms......).
Yeah, food! The motor is happily purring again, everything that needs oil got a good dose and all possible water inlets got a nice dose of silicon. Boat is good again for the coming 5 years, now it only needs a boat house.
Our Friday Drinking Club (FDC) sessions are not weekly anymore, which is probably for the best.
But it was a great night again with our friends.
Nienke found a fishing rod on the beach a while ago and I recently got a great deal on a new reel. I put some braided fishing line on it which comes in multiple colours, a new colour every 10 meter so you kind of know how deep it is where you are fishing. Look at this, purely by coincidence. My fishing rod's spontaneous support for the Ukraine.
After all that food and wine it was time again to spend some calories. So we drove half an hour to a new spot where we could enter the Tararua's, just outside of Levin. Amazing, you live on the beach and half an hour away you walk in native bush.
We are quite fit, but we may have underestimated this climb. It was much steeper than we had foreseen. Enough food and water, but our batteries.....
And there was a huge slip which we could pass by pulling ourselves up with the help of trees, branches and a lot of grunts. But to descent there on our way back would have been dangerous. So we had to do a detour. After hours of walking and having to climb another ridge while checking on your compass that that track is going in the opposite direction I got a bit frustrated. Also because the views were basically absent. Walking in native bush is nice, birds, fresh air, silence, all good, but when you walk for 6 hours you'd like to see something too. This small suspension bridge was the only place in the whole forest where we briefly saw part of the river we heard all the time. And this was just a small branch.
What a dilemma. This is our most popular cow, well a steer. But it is also the biggest. We do not have too much grass at the moment. He actually has to go. But he is so cute and kind.....
Spray painted the fences black again, gives a more distinguished look doesn't it. The generator and the sound box on the back of the trailer, plugged the spray painter and the sound box in the generator and of you go.
Still took a while.
Isn't this just like Southfork? The fences are black, just like in the series, OK our house is not white, Nienke is not miss Ellie and I am certainly not JR. Enough said.
We had been thinking about buying a campervan. Finally decided to go for a campervan built here in NZ on the back of a Ford Ranger, so a compact campervan on a 4 wheel drive. It would bring us anywhere we wanted. called the office, delivery time in 30 months! We could be dead and buried by then. Called their competitor, same story. And then we saw this. A 4 year old campervan, 6.5 m., comes with a 2 doors RAV which it can tow, a super de luxe mountain bike and every luxury you can think of. 4 years old but really overcomplete and in great condition. For sale in Keri Keri in the north. 'Hey, I go fishing there next week'. Arranged a testing station online, Nienke arranged all the insurance stuff. We own a campervan!
So I went fishing up north with my fraternity mate Wouter Jan and another friend, hoping to catch a marlin or at least a yellowfin tuna. Not very successful on the first day, so we decided to catch some snapper. I didn't even know they came in this size. Relax, I let it go free.
I have no idea what it is with fishermen, the ones I know always want to go out in the middle of the night. They must be convinced that the fish are most hungry at breakfast time. Anyway, we got the boat in the water while it was still pitch dark and only just managed to avoid some moored boats as WJ did not have a spotlight on the boat. It felt a bit like a 2nd World War movie where we managed to escape the prison by sailing out on a stolen boat in the dark. Have to say, seeing the sun come up when you're on the water is special.
We did not see any sign of marlin or tuna, but suddenly we were in the middle of a pod of pilot whales.
And a few minutes later a humpback whale was having a break close to the boat. I was just too late for the famous tail shot.
And the sea mammals continued to amuse us, which was necessary as our boat was certainly contaminated by fish.
We have lifted the heavy crab-pots on board 3 days in a row; empty. WJ's mood got worse by the day. Then we filled them with the 'gem fish' Wouter Jan managed to haul on board. 'Absolutely useless creature' according to our captain, 'I don't even want them on board of my ship!'. Anyway, Vincent and I were accused of 'mutiny' when we used his gem-fish in the crab-pot. Next day: 6 crays!!
Yes, that's a marlin. The neighbour caught two in one day. Life is unfair. yeah, I know, for the marlin, but for us too.
Anyway, this was our meal that evening. A nice cold Hunter's chardonnay, my own home made whisky sauce and lots of crayfish. Cooked and from the oven. Oh, there was salad as well and the French fries from WJ's new airfryer (great useless buy mate)!
Did I tell you guys I'm not fond of leaving before normal people wake up? Granted, another beautiful shot. But we went out fishing before dawn! And we did not catch that trophy fish. Just spend heaps of money on petrol trawling. Good thing the sea was flat as. We took naps in turns and enjoyed our coffees and sandwiches while dreaming of better times.
Those times did not arrive. So we decided to go for some deep sea fishing. Trying to catch bluenose at 300 m. depth. Luckily the boys brought some electric reels, because that's a whole lot of work to get a bluenose in without, or two, as Vincent did. I got the first one, but then I was in for a surprise. I had a bite, got the bluenose hooked up and started to reel it in. Suddenly the line went limp and it looked like the bluenose had gotten of. That lasted half a minute and then something almost pulled the boat over. We started guessing, a swordfish (oh yes please), two bluenoses (OK, I can live with that), or a shark (oh, please NO).
You guessed it right, a 4.5 m. mako shark. Clearly not happy about his morning snack hooked on my fishline. It performed a perfect loop, much to the appreciation of my fellow fishermen (as you can hear) and luckily, after a second loop, it freed itself. These creatures are very, very angry and you definitely do not want one to jump onboard. People have lost limbs that way.
So we put up quite a performance for the other fishermen over there. Everyone was just floating around, nothing really happening until we sailed into the 'Garden patch'. Lines went in and we caught one bluenose after the other and then there was the shark circus. The other 6 or 7 boats were probably happy to see us go.
Now, cleaning them is something else. They have a thick fatty gel on top of their scales. You have to get rid of that before you can start filleting them, and after that the concrete was like an ice ring. The rainbow (yes, again) must have brought some luck, because in an hour we managed to get all of the fillets in the freezer, the crab-pots in the storage and the concrete washed clean. The prospect of a freshly baked bluenose fillet with French fries and again a salad, complemented by a nice 7 year old oaky chardonnay made us work hard. I have to be honest, Vincent fileted all the fish. he is just very good at it.
And then it was time to pick up our new campervan. Like I said, it was located just outside of KeriKeri. The former owners were very kind and we had a nice 'masked' coffee in town. After that they showed me everything in the campervan. I can tell you, I've been to lectures in university that were easier too remember. I kept nodding, but was secretly hoping that what he said about 'I've written everything down' was going to be true. And then there was no more to tell. So I started the motorhome and drove of. The manual gear was actually not that difficult. As they had given me all the original stuff that came with the motorhome and chairs etc. the vehicle was full. Nowhere to sleep. So I had the choice of driving in one go (over 10 hours and 920 km) or stay in a motel halfway. You guessed it, I drove home. Made it just before dark.
And then we were on our way to Europe. This scary creature next to me is actually my lovely Nienke in disguise. We were determined not to pick up covid during our journey as we were going to visit our parents whom we had not seen in 3 years. They had been very careful and managed to avoid getting it. How bad would it be for us to walk in and give it to them. So we isolated ourselves in the corner of a bar on Singapore airport and used the 'comfortable surgical masks' on our trip. Ain't it sexy? In the train we felt a bit odd, being the only ones wearing a mask and the next day in the supermarket people looked at me like I was just teletransported from 1954.
So we arrived in our apartment in Sneek and did our first RAT, many were to follow. We were negative by the way for those who don't know what this is. Until now we both haven't contracted covid.
Had a marvelous weekend with Nienks family. Here si Nienke with her brother Pim, mum and twin sister Evelien.
Beautiful moon overlooking 'het Krúswetter' and the 'prinses Margrietkanaal' near Sneek (snits in Frisian).
I know, you'll see us a lot sitting at a table eating and drinking. But yes, that's how you meet family and friends and get a chance to talk. Great weather as you can see.
We even played a game of tennis.
Part of the family on a walk around the 'de Potten'.
From Sneek in the north we went to Cadzand in the southwest for a family weekend with my family. Enjoyed a great Indonesioan meal, prepared by ourselves.
And a cake for my mother, we celebrated her birthday in advance. No worries, she's fine, it's just that when it is her birthday half the family will be on holiday everywhere.
What can I say, we enjoyed it. Nienke singing with my sisters,
nieces and nephews doing a polonaise. We made a nice 'Indonesian rijst tafel', played short golf and a few other games. Lot's of talking and singing. But, I was hardly part of it. Struck by a stomach bug I was out for 2 days, got dehydrated and then got palpitations in the middle of the night. Didn't stop and 4 hours later I started feeling uncomfortable. Anyway, ambulance, hospital, atrial fibrillation, fever, increased white bloodcells, pharmacy, pills, and my normal rhythm back.
A few days later able to eat Chinese again.
Of course we visited the graves of our children, Floris, Mythe and Tristan. Our friends had taken real good care of it and we are so grateful for that.
We went to the Hague with my mother, had a strange lunch in Rijswijk (still an awful lot of people smoking in the Netherlands) and visited my auntie in hospital.
This is the 'red fur woodpecker', making it's familiar sounds in a tree close to where our children are. Some peacocks roam around there too and a handful of other animals. So peaceful, well, except for the woodpecker....
We had dinner in Amsterdam with the other writers of the Sphaerinda book and their wives. Great hosts and a lovely evening. We forgot to make a group picture. Some of us decided to play a game of tennis on the Sphaerinda tennis courts in Utrecht the next morning, just before the reunion started.
Too bad that Sjam could not play, he had an injury to his leg, but he was a great umpire. Lots of people came to the reunion in Utrecht and we had a lot of fun. Managed to teach them how to sing the first verse of our club anthem (no one knew how to sing that anymore, we only sang the second verse).
Utrecht, what a great town. Loved to study there, and it even looks better now. Had a lunch with my fraternity club there, we were almost complete. Good to see everybody again. I'm not the only one who gained a bit of weight.
We visited Sabien and her children, as expected great to see her again, but also emotional. She is such a great person and we admire her so much for how she coped with the loss of our friend Ruben. They live in a new house now and Sabien did a great job furnishing it and making it a home for the three kids. This is me reading a book to Maryn before bedtime.
Of course we had to meet up with Floor and Peter. They were so kind to come to my mums house, saving us another 300 km on the Dutch roads. After a unexpected gigantic lunch (no 'haute cuisine', but decent 'hungry farmers' portions) in Holten we had a good walk on the Holterberg.
Then visited Deventer, where I used to go to high school and played tennis. Walked along the IJssel and through parts of he old town and ended up at the 'Groote markt' (great market) where we talked even more during dinner.
The 'Schipbeek' in Bathmen, the village where my roots are and where my mum still lives. This is where Nienke loves to walk. She and my father had long walks/talks here.
She just loves the area with the quietness and green environment.
We made a few lovely trips with my mum as well, usually ending outside in the garden of a teahouse, pub or restaurant.
And then it was time to go home again. It was a journey back from hell. We took an early rain as waiting times on Schiphol airport were long because of staff shortages. Then the train broke down. We had to run to get a second train, but that one stopped as well. With hundreds of other we sat as sardines in the third train, but made it to Schiphol. There we discovered we had to have an ETA for Canada, even though we were just Transiting. Managed to arrange hat with airport wifi and Nienkes phone. Then the GST-return guy said 'you have to do that on the other side of immigration'. I was pretty sure this was incorrect, but OK, what can you do. Indeed the other guys said 'where are the clothes you bought?', well, in the suitcase of course. He believed us in the end. In Vancouver the parents of our friends we promised to look after, walked straight into Canada instead of waiting for us and going to the transit area. Caused a bit of stress, but in the end we all sat down and had a cold one to cool off. Then the computers of Air new Zealand broke down, causing a delay of an hour. We could finally board only to discover we sat between tow clueless couples with really young children. Oh yes, they did. and Oh no, the did not. The parents had no clue what to do with their screaming offspring. Did I mention the flight was 14 hours long? In Auckland none of the automatic terminals worked and immigration really took their time.... Granted, there were quite a few travellers who were stupefied they had to have proof of their negative tests, etc. we missed our plane to Wellington We need a new holiday.......
Mr. Bowler, our garage man, had advised me not to park the campervan in the paddock. 'The wheel might sink in and then you have to call me'. So, the campervan was leaning over to the left front heavily, but I was hoping my tractor would do the trick. Looking closer into the problem I discovered it was actually a flat tire. Anyone ever tried cranking up a jack sitting in grass? Indeed, it goes up as much as it goes down into the grass. Since I could not put a plank underneath at that point I just kept going until the vehicle lifted about 10 cm and the jack was in the ground about 15 cm. Gave me just enough room to put some heavy planks under the chassis and start all over again. A tiny little screw was the culprit. By now we're mobile again. And Nienke did come up with an idea for the van. Lot's of people give them names like 'Sunset serenade', 'We're gone', Adventure before dementia', 'Still breathing' or 'Happy Gypsies'. Nienke thought we should put the name of a song on there. What do you think of this one for our van:
Great, a power cut again! It is autumn, it rains a lot, the roads are wet and lined with power poles, the road are full of idiots. idiots end up against power poles and then we have to use candles. Romantic though!
Are the golf courses in the Netherlands as busy as over here? It's so quiet even the bar manager has gone home....
Now that we have upgraded, we reluctantly have to say goodbye to our beloved 1996 Toyota Granvia. We had quite some adventures with her. Hopefully she'll get a new owner who'll be able to enjoy her as much as we did. Cleaning and touching her up made us really sad and at times we wondered why we wanted to upgrade.
@#$^$@^#% That %%$%$ bus is late again!
What a nice day, we saw Peanut Slab performing in McLeans park in Paraparaumu beach and then we had dinner in Longbeach and Black Eye Suzie (they played at our New Years party) was playing there. Not a bad Sunday at all.
Movie night in the tub. Excellent conditions and we saw a good movie, a bit heavy, but ok. It is called Euphoria. Recommended.
Had some friends over for dinner last night. I won't say what we ate or drank, but Nienke felt like she had to do the Hemimatanga track today. She sent me proof from the top (as the housekeeper was attending to the garden with the weedeater).
OK, that's it for now. Nienke has promised to write the next one.
We'll close with another great song we saw last night in the tub, surfing the net on the laptop, it is a version of Pachelbel's Canon in D by the Brooklyn duo;
I can recommend to listen to some of their other works, absolutely worth it.
Welcome to our blog. On our blog we’ll regularly post about our adventures on the other side of the world. We moved to New Zealand in 2007 and settled in our small paradise on the Kapiti coast in 2010. A fantastic spot in Te Horo Beach. Nienke has been working as a manager for the Kapiti District Council in Paraparaumu in 4 different roles and has started her new role there in October 2019. Hans has been working as a part-time General Practitioner, first in Otaki and the last few years as a locum, mainly on the South Island.
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We even played a game of tennis.
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This is the 'red fur woodpecker', making it's familiar sounds in a tree close to where our children are. Some peacocks roam around there too and a handful of other animals. So peaceful, well, except for the woodpecker....
We had dinner in Amsterdam with the other writers of the Sphaerinda book and their wives. Great hosts and a lovely evening. We forgot to make a group picture. Some of us decided to play a game of tennis on the Sphaerinda tennis courts in Utrecht the next morning, just before the reunion started.
Too bad that Sjam could not play, he had an injury to his leg, but he was a great umpire. Lots of people came to the reunion in Utrecht and we had a lot of fun. Managed to teach them how to sing the first verse of our club anthem (no one knew how to sing that anymore, we only sang the second verse).
Utrecht, what a great town. Loved to study there, and it even looks better now. Had a lunch with my fraternity club there, we were almost complete. Good to see everybody again. I'm not the only one who gained a bit of weight.
We visited Sabien and her children, as expected great to see her again, but also emotional. She is such a great person and we admire her so much for how she coped with the loss of our friend Ruben. They live in a new house now and Sabien did a great job furnishing it and making it a home for the three kids. This is me reading a book to Maryn before bedtime.
Of course we had to meet up with Floor and Peter. They were so kind to come to my mums house, saving us another 300 km on the Dutch roads. After a unexpected gigantic lunch (no 'haute cuisine', but decent 'hungry farmers' portions) in Holten we had a good walk on the Holterberg.
Then visited Deventer, where I used to go to high school and played tennis. Walked along the IJssel and through parts of he old town and ended up at the 'Groote markt' (great market) where we talked even more during dinner.
The 'Schipbeek' in Bathmen, the village where my roots are and where my mum still lives. This is where Nienke loves to walk. She and my father had long walks/talks here.
She just loves the area with the quietness and green environment.
We made a few lovely trips with my mum as well, usually ending outside in the garden of a teahouse, pub or restaurant.
And then it was time to go home again. It was a journey back from hell. We took an early rain as waiting times on Schiphol airport were long because of staff shortages. Then the train broke down. We had to run to get a second train, but that one stopped as well. With hundreds of other we sat as sardines in the third train, but made it to Schiphol. There we discovered we had to have an ETA for Canada, even though we were just Transiting. Managed to arrange hat with airport wifi and Nienkes phone. Then the GST-return guy said 'you have to do that on the other side of immigration'. I was pretty sure this was incorrect, but OK, what can you do. Indeed the other guys said 'where are the clothes you bought?', well, in the suitcase of course. He believed us in the end. In Vancouver the parents of our friends we promised to look after, walked straight into Canada instead of waiting for us and going to the transit area. Caused a bit of stress, but in the end we all sat down and had a cold one to cool off. Then the computers of Air new Zealand broke down, causing a delay of an hour. We could finally board only to discover we sat between tow clueless couples with really young children. Oh yes, they did. and Oh no, the did not. The parents had no clue what to do with their screaming offspring. Did I mention the flight was 14 hours long? In Auckland none of the automatic terminals worked and immigration really took their time.... Granted, there were quite a few travellers who were stupefied they had to have proof of their negative tests, etc. we missed our plane to Wellington We need a new holiday.......
Mr. Bowler, our garage man, had advised me not to park the campervan in the paddock. 'The wheel might sink in and then you have to call me'. So, the campervan was leaning over to the left front heavily, but I was hoping my tractor would do the trick. Looking closer into the problem I discovered it was actually a flat tire. Anyone ever tried cranking up a jack sitting in grass? Indeed, it goes up as much as it goes down into the grass. Since I could not put a plank underneath at that point I just kept going until the vehicle lifted about 10 cm and the jack was in the ground about 15 cm. Gave me just enough room to put some heavy planks under the chassis and start all over again. A tiny little screw was the culprit. By now we're mobile again. And Nienke did come up with an idea for the van. Lot's of people give them names like 'Sunset serenade', 'We're gone', Adventure before dementia', 'Still breathing' or 'Happy Gypsies'. Nienke thought we should put the name of a song on there. What do you think of this one for our van: 
Great, a power cut again! It is autumn, it rains a lot, the roads are wet and lined with power poles, the road are full of idiots. idiots end up against power poles and then we have to use candles. Romantic though!
Are the golf courses in the Netherlands as busy as over here? It's so quiet even the bar manager has gone home....
Now that we have upgraded, we reluctantly have to say goodbye to our beloved 1996 Toyota Granvia. We had quite some adventures with her. Hopefully she'll get a new owner who'll be able to enjoy her as much as we did. Cleaning and touching her up made us really sad and at times we wondered why we wanted to upgrade.
@#$^$@^#% That %%$%$ bus is late again!
What a nice day, we saw Peanut Slab performing in McLeans park in Paraparaumu beach and then we had dinner in Longbeach and Black Eye Suzie (they played at our New Years party) was playing there. Not a bad Sunday at all.
Movie night in the tub. Excellent conditions and we saw a good movie, a bit heavy, but ok. It is called Euphoria. Recommended.
Had some friends over for dinner last night. I won't say what we ate or drank, but Nienke felt like she had to do the Hemimatanga track today. She sent me proof from the top (as the housekeeper was attending to the garden with the weedeater).
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