I met plenty of people from all over the world during my time in New Zealand. I lived and worked with a German, an Alaskian, a Canadian, two Swedes, two Dutch, an Australian and of course a few New Zealanders. As usual the German was the dodgiest (joke)!
Hasst pub was a great spot to mingle with the locals, my favourite became a 74yrs young, electrician by trade, now whitebaiter 'CUZ'. He was always up for a chat about his younger days, rhubarb chutney and of course whitebaiting.
Cuz originally comes from Dunedin, he arrived in Hasst 16 years ago for a job. On completion of this job he planned to return to Dunedin, however an electrical storm hit the region blocking roads and making travel unsafe. He was called in to do some repairs about the town and has been there ever since.
He considers himself a bit of a homebody, infact he has only been to the North Island once and never even dreamt of going overseas. Cuz can be found on any fine afternoon, standing at the bar having a quiet ale.
Oh Canada: I had the pleasue of becoming friends with a crazy country Canadian girl -Jada- who cycles 30 to 40 km on hazardous mountain roads, for fun. Making the most of every opportunity and living life to the fullest is what she is about. I watched Jada go from helping with guided walks, waitressing and general hand, to assistant manager of a wilderness lodge in a few short months. Always helpful, happy and generally a pleasure to be around must have helped, hey!
Day by day monotony was broken by gifts from India from Jada's friend Dave. Who does that? Send random gifts in the mail from distant lands, just for fun. Dave, what a guy! It was like Christmas everytime a package came. Once a rickshaw (bike) horn made of copper arrived, these are no longer made in India. Man, did we get some milage out of blowing that in the silence of the wilderness. BAR POO BAR POO!
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