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Pics of home
You know, how ages ago now, I went home for a week and then came back and planned to post a nice blurb about how wonderful it had been to see my fucking awesome friends and drink great cocktails and hang out in my old stomping grounds, which mostly just get better, and here are a couple of pics of some of my favourite things (like puppies, noses on kittens and things tied up in string)...? Well? I didn't think so.
Notwithstanding, I hereby have a couple of pics to post:
It was compulsory for me to have good f&c while I was there. Alas, the paper blows out the detail of the f&c a bit, but it was exquisite. The batter had herbs in it, the fish was melt-in-your-mouth, while the chips were perfectly crispy on the outside and floury in the middle. Yum. Must do it again if the weather's not too vile next time.
I like the clouds and the sand and the sea being varying shades of each other - except with Mr Chartreuse Towel wandering into shot. Heh. Muriwai Beach sand is naturally that black colour. It's iron bound up with the silica, so it doesn't oxidise. They smelt the iron sand from further down the coast, so it isn't quite as black as it was when I was a sproglet. It also burns like hell in summer if you don't wear shoes!
This is my favourite cafe in the world. It used to be a fruit shop that I walked past on my way to school; now it's the coolest of cafes. They have a fully manual coffee machine with levers and they do wonderful things with Havana coffee.
I have especially fond memories of the place, because that was where I realised a g/f-to-be of mine and I could actually get on. N insisted that we'd hit it off if we just talked to each other - we had spend months scowling at each other across various rooms - and, looking at each other over the rim of the espresso cups, it turned out that N was right. As usual. I blame the coffee, however. It does things to me. :-)
Notwithstanding, I hereby have a couple of pics to post:
It was compulsory for me to have good f&c while I was there. Alas, the paper blows out the detail of the f&c a bit, but it was exquisite. The batter had herbs in it, the fish was melt-in-your-mouth, while the chips were perfectly crispy on the outside and floury in the middle. Yum. Must do it again if the weather's not too vile next time.
I like the clouds and the sand and the sea being varying shades of each other - except with Mr Chartreuse Towel wandering into shot. Heh. Muriwai Beach sand is naturally that black colour. It's iron bound up with the silica, so it doesn't oxidise. They smelt the iron sand from further down the coast, so it isn't quite as black as it was when I was a sproglet. It also burns like hell in summer if you don't wear shoes!
This is my favourite cafe in the world. It used to be a fruit shop that I walked past on my way to school; now it's the coolest of cafes. They have a fully manual coffee machine with levers and they do wonderful things with Havana coffee.
I have especially fond memories of the place, because that was where I realised a g/f-to-be of mine and I could actually get on. N insisted that we'd hit it off if we just talked to each other - we had spend months scowling at each other across various rooms - and, looking at each other over the rim of the espresso cups, it turned out that N was right. As usual. I blame the coffee, however. It does things to me. :-)
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But, looking forward to your contribution soon! :-)
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Hello
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In my experience nothing beats NZ fish n chips!
A slightly homesick Bear
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I'm a bit homesick too, and I've only been back for a couple of months. It must be more acute for you!
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Yeah I've been getting home sick watching the 100% NZ adds and all the NZ programs on Fox. I'll get back for a holiday one day.
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And yep, I think taking