365 in 2013

Tuesday, January 22: Settlers of Catan
Tuesday, January 22: Yeah, we’re nerds who love to play Settlers of Catan. But we’re in good company.

Wednesday, January 23: Chicks at the Flicks
Wednesday, January 23: I get really nervous taking out a camera in the vicinity of a movie theatre, like they’re going to arrest me on the spot for piracy. So instead of taking a photo of some movie posters or the interior of the Embassy Theatre I took one of my Chicks at the Flicks goodie bag. (We saw Les Mis, Javert looks like my Dad!)

Thursday, January 24: Wedding cake banner
Thursday, January 24: A very lovely customer got me to make a cake banner for her wedding this year.

Friday, January 25: Welcome Home Kate and Jason
Friday, January 25: Kate and Jason are back from two months travelling Europe (and Japan)!

Saturday, January 26: The view from Brendan's parent's house is always incredible. Particularly so when there is a sunset like this.
Saturday, January 26: Brendan’s parent have an incredible view (even when the sunsets aren’t as beautiful as this).

Sunday, January 27: Backyard BBQ
Sunday, January 27: Wellington’s incredible weather continued to be incredible and so we BBQed at Benhi and Neil’s. Charcoal barbecues are the best.

Monday, January 28: Rugby players adorned with lei
Monday, January 28: The vagina-esque rugby statue has been spruced up with the addition of lei.

To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countries

Flying home

I’m planning some trips in 2013 (if you couldn’t already tell from my 13 in ’13 list). They’ll be both close to home and on the other side of the world, and I’m pretty excited.

Even though I was born in Christchurch I haven’t been in the South Island since I was a couple of months old (bar a few hours spent in Christchurch Airport). The one time I attempted to travel to Christchurch it was so foggy that the plane flew to Christchurch, circled the city a few times and flew back to Wellington. So this year I’m going for sure.

We want to see Arrowtown when it’s all sparkly for the autumn festival, pretty with autumn leaves, maybe find a good deal on a bed and breakfast. Brendan has been writing a script based in Arrowtown gold mining times on and off for a couple of years so it will be really great to see the area for himself.

The truly big trip will be in October and November. Six weeks, six countries, six cities. Prague, Berlin, Reykjavik, Budapest, Krakow, and Vienna. I’ve wanted to go to Germany for about 10 years, German is my favourite language (though I don’t speak it). Iceland, though a relative newcomer to my list of favourite places I’ve never been, should be incredible. The Northern Lights! Potentially some kinds of snow dwelling animals! Though my narwhal and polar bear viewing mission may have to wait a few years till Brend and I both have the desire to spend $12000 on an 8 day arctic safari cruise.

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Tuesday, January 15: Making a tagine
Tuesday, January 15: When Fiona and Pia left for Japan they gave us their tagine to look after. I finally used it and made a chicken, apricot, prune recipe. It was so good.

Wednesday, January 16: Cherry tomato plant
Wednesday, January 16: Brendan’s cherry tomato plants have done a lot better this year inside. Wellington’s weather isn’t ideal for growing anything like this outside.

Thursday, January 17: A storm rolling in
Thursday, January 17: Metservice predicted a little storm, potentially thunder, and after a few sets of clouds rolling by it finally hit us.

Friday, January 18: WWII planes fly over the city
Friday, January 18: A Spitfire, Kittyhawk, and Mosquito flew over Wellington at lunch time to advertise Wings over Wairarapa.

Saturday, January 19: Pickle
Saturday, January 19: A pre-date date with my friend at Pickle to help calm her nerves about her date date.

Sunday, January 20: Boxers picnicking with us
Sunday, January 20: Birthday ciders in the sun for Laura M where these friendly boxers hung out for a while.

Monday, January 21: This book is really good
Monday, January 21: Almost done with The Dirt, the Motley Crue biography. It is excellent.

Wayward, Newtown

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Smoked meats and giant chunks of bread, American whiskey, outdoor dining. Joe and Mike nail it again at Wayward with a small, perfect menu. Everything is affordable and unpretentious, so much so that some of the beer is offered in cans and probably what you were drinking 10 years before craft beer became a thing. (If you’re really buggin’ for a wider range of craft beer you can head inside to Monterey.)

My favourite was the spiced rye – a $6 shot of Wild Turkey Rye with spices added by the Wayward crew. It was sweet and almost worryingly easy to drink.

The fries were crispy, the smoked brisket tender and smokey, the sauce and coleslaw added moistness to dip the giant chunk of bread in. Everything served on wooden boards which made for easy cutting and scooping, and thankfully with the outdoor setting I didn’t feel too bad for being an incredibly messy eater.

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365 in 2013

Tuesday January 8: No more daytime drinking
Tuesday, January 8: Average weather and the return of office hours left St John’s grassy area empty and sad.

Wednesday January 9: Midweek pasta
Wednesday, January 9: Midweek pasta.

Thursday January 10: A week of weather, including winds intense even for Wellington
Thursday, January 10: No one missed the wind, but it came back anyway. With a vengeance.

Friday January 11: Wayward Newtown
Friday, January 11: We got a group together and drove to Newtown to try the latest offering from the brains behind Monterey and Six Barrel Soda Co. Wayward (literally behind Monterey) supplied us with Amercian Whiskey and smoked meats.

Saturday January 12: Fez sitting
Saturday, January 12: Fez needed play time and food while his mum and dad were out of town.

Sunday January 13: Brunch at The Tasting Room
Sunday, January 13: Capitol was closed for Brunch so we ventured across the road to The Tasting Room. We tried the Sennor [sic] Roesti and the Pitti Panna [sic] Roesti and its was all very very tasty. This light fixture was the highlight though.

Monday January 14: It rained
Monday, January 14: It rained. All day. Occasionally on my face.

365 in 2013

It’s been a few years since I tried taking a photo every. single. day. I usually give up after a couple of months because I’d forget to take a photo one day, or my blog post schedule got backed up, or some other inconsequential excuse.

This year I won’t be hard on myself. If I forget a photo then I can still take one the next day.

This is about forming the habit of carrying my camera and learning to eventually shoot in full manual mode.

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Tuesday, January 1: From a shelf at our hired holiday home. The holiday house appeared to be a sometimes/often everyday house so rooms were full of everything you might need for day-to-day living.

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Wednesday, January 2: The house was on a large bit of land that is also home to sheep, rabbits, and some loud fucking chickens. And this fence.

Dying flowers
Thursday, January 3: The sad arrival home from holiday. Flowers that have worn out their bloom.

Wellington graffiti
Friday, January 4: Desperately trying to keep alive the magic of our New Year holiday by hanging out with NY buddies. We encountered this graffiti on the walk home.

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Saturday, January 5: The office workers of Wellington were graced with a final Saturday of drinking in sun before heading back to early (relatively) nights & earlier mornings. Tim & Laura invited us to join their picnic, and who are we to say no?

Jan 6: Making moustaches for made.it
Sunday, January 6: Making moustaches for a shop in town.

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Monday, January 7: Back to work. Back to walking past this view every damn day.

13 in ’13

  1. Try 13 new recipes
  2. See 13 movies in the theatre
  3. Play 13 songs on my bass
  4. Save $130 per week
  5. Read 13 books
  6. Print 13 photos
  7. Publish 13 travel blog posts
  8. Try 13 new foods
  9. Try 13 new whiskies (or whiskeys)
  10. Wear 13 items of clothing that have been languishing at the back of my closet
  11. Watch 13 foreign language films
  12. Learn 13 helpful (foreign language) sentences for travel
  13. Try 13 new restaurants/cafes.

See the updated list page.

November Photo a Day – Week 4

Day 22: Grateful
Day 23: Black
Day 24: A sound you heard
Day 25: Sky
Day 26: In the cupboard
Day 27: Tree
Day 28: Vehicle
Day 29: Big
Day 30: On the wall

Day 22: Grateful
Day 23: Black
Day 24: A sound you heard

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I hope you’ll forgive me if the last week of photos is fuzzy or weirdly aligned. I’m posting this from my phone in a hostel in Tokyo. ( :D )

Hoi An, Vietnam

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After a four to five hour bus ride from Hue we arrive in Hoi An, though, not before our bus driver gets lost and pretends nothing is wrong by driving through narrow unsealed back streets till he finds a real road again.

As team leader I was in charge of finding a place to sleep so pulled out the Lonely Planet and asked for directions to the street that had the most hotel dots on it.

20 May

We find room at Hoa Binh Hotel with wifi, and a pool for 120000vnd each per night (currently $7nzd). Our first meal is at a place around the corner offering a free beer with your meal and just 3000vnd for extra beers (around 20cents nzd). I wish I could remember the name because I still think about the banh xeo (rice flour pancake), I have never had better.

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21 May

Hoi An was our favourite place in Vietnam, the food is incredible. It’s definitely touristy, but that means there’s a heap of pretty things to look at. Most of all it’s know as the place in Vietnam to get clothes tailored.

We put aside about 4 nights for Hoi An, allowing time to find a tailor, pick clothes, and allow for refits. After much internet research and warnings of shitty tailors we found one that sounded good – B’Lan Silk at 23 Tran Phu St. The plan was to check out and compare a couple of the recommended places and barter for the best price. There are 600 “tailors” in Hoi An, most of them following the typical way of stealing your neighbour’s good reputation and trading on that. B’Lan came highly recommended though so we went there first and stuck with them.

The boys got suits for $90usd each. I got a suit jacket ($45usd), a floaty dress, sailor dress, pleated skirt dress (between $40 and $45usd each), and a jacket with a pleated skirt ($90usd) made. A total of $252 usd, half up front, half on delivery.

All the designs were picked from photos in magazine catalogues and the materials picked from the shelves and racks around us. It took a bit to convince the tailors that yes, I definitely wanted all of these items made in black, eventually I was worn down and ordered a few of the pieces in grey instead. (And I haven’t worn the grey pieces more than twice each!) My winter jacket has had the most wear by far & I still get complimented on its bright fuchsia lining.

At night we wandered around the market across the river. Taking in the sights of brightly coloured lanterns, and Brendan got suckered into buying coffee filters at tourist rates (which I later proved by buying them from the local market at less than half the price.).

22 May

Brendan’s suit was perfect first try, Darian’s needed a little adjusting on the jacket. My jackets are good, the sailor dress is 6″ shorter than I wanted, the pleated dress doesn’t fit my boobs, and the floaty dress? The floaty dress was completely different to what I wanted (as well as it being grey), I hate conflict though and couldn’t be bothered changing the whole thing.

While waiting for Darian’s suit to be altered we ate in a restaurant called Bazar across the road. Hoi An has many food specialities and I think the “Bazar Rolls” we ate here may have been one of them, they were definitely special to this restaurant. Cabbage and carrot, wrapped in pork, breaded, then fried! Suddenly the 37° weather turns into lightning and deafening thunder, so loud it frightens the wait staff. The restaurant started flooding so we escaped as soon as things calmed down.

23 May

A couple of tries later and my two remaining dresses are done. While talking with our tailor we mentioned having trouble finding good sandwiches (banh mi). She wrote down the name of a place and sent us off with my bag of clothes. We stopped to ask for directions about five times before finally finding the sandwich cart; every person we asked knew who we were looking for and laughed when we gave the name, they must get it all the time. Not surprisingly, the sandwiches were amazing.

After collecting a few lanterns and other touristy things we started for the post office but were stopped in the hotel lobby and asked if we want to use the free postal service where they pack and post things at your house! Um, yes. $91usd worth of not having to carry an extra 6.5kg on my back for six weeks.

24 May

Check out is 12, our night bus is at 7. There’s nothing for it but to cafe hop.

A French place where I find tiramisu; a restaurant called Secret Garden (warning – music) that we had visited a couple of nights prior, they make an amazing Cau lau – a dish (or noodle) served only in Hoi An; and some banh mi for the road.

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