Travel Man

We’ve been travelling around but with little to report in the way of adventures over the last week or so. After Hythe we went to visit the ageing parental in Worth and stayed there for three nights. Visiting the ancient Cinque Port of Sandwich and meeting one of Heide’s chums. For those in New Zealand complaining about the cozzie livs, I’d just like to point out that a short black in a Sandwich café set me back £5.40, or NZD12.30. Yeah, you can keep it. We also took in a visit to nearby Deal, and saw Dad's grave monument.

We spent the night at a Heathrow Hotel, Radisson Blu, in order to catch our flight to Cyprus on Monday morning. I recall last time we did this I was less than impressed by the hotel, with it’s boast of being just 0.7 miles from Terminal 5. Yes, if you’ve got a pair of wirecutters. The hotel itself seems to have improved over last time, although the restaurant service was a bit slack. On Monday morning we were up with the lark, breakfasted and ready to catch a bus by 0725. The bus takes half an hour to get down the road, inching along – we amused ourselves by watching the snails speed past us – until reaching a roundabout where it could do a 180° turn and speed along the empty road on the other carriageway, make a couple of stops at more hotels to no avail, then depositing us at Terminal 5 five minutes later.

We got through security with ease, and then had a wait until our gate was announced. The refreshment options through security are somewhat limited: there’s a Gordon Ramsey restaurant (no thanks), Starbucks (double no thanks) or Pret A Manger. We found a seat and had a coffee and a tea: NZD16.08. New Zealand, you don’t know how lucky you are.

We arrived at Larnaca and made our way, in fits and starts, to Nicola’s new parental pile, in a village called Pyrgos outside Limassol, or Lemesos as we should call it. We spent a few days just chilling, playing bridge, and exploring the village (they’ve only lived there six weeks).

Our flights to Skopje were in the evening so on Friday afternoon we boarded the bus to Larnaca Airport and checked ourselves in on Aegean Airlines. After clearing security, we were stunned and amazed: different restaurants! Bars and cafés! Variety! Eat shit, Terminal 5!

Our plane, too, was an improvement on the British Airways flight to Larnaca. The plane was a next-generation A321 Neo, with more legroom, and a handy little clip-type thing on the seat back to hold your mobile phone. The refreshment offered was pasta salad and baklava – a far cry from BA’s measly packet of corn snacks. BA – once the self-proclaimed “world’s favourite airline” - is definitely second division these days, far outclassed by Aegean. We transferred at Athens, where we met some of the friendliest security guards I’ve ever come across, to a smaller Olympic turboprop to Skopje; but even this was more comfortable than BA.

We arrive at around midnight, but as last plane through on a half-empty flight we collected our bags quickly and were met by a very welcoming driver who took us to our hotel whilst giving us some information along the way.

We collapsed into bed, and didn’t need to get up early the following day. Our Balkans Tour doesn’t officially start until 1800 on Saturday.

 

Hythe

We’re off on our adventures again. In the wee small hours, we took a taxi to Wellington Airport, thence to Auckland, Singapore and finally London Gatwick, arriving on Wednesday morning. We flew on a  combination of Air New Zealand and Singapore Airlines, to maximise our airpoints and minimise exposure to the Middle East. We then took a taxi to the Imperial Hotel in Hythe.

Hythe is a small town on the Kent coast, an original member of the Cinque Ports which were once an important trading federation. As with Sandwich, the river silted up and the town is now a little further inland. It dates back to medieval days and has many old buildings.

We visited the church of St. Leonards, which has a crypt with an ossuary, open to the public for the princely sum of £5 each; we were able to admire the bones of some 800 people from the middle ages. The volunteer working there told us about the history and the studies that have been done on the bones, especially the skulls, pointing out some that had been injured and regrown, the state of health of their teeth, and the incidence of malaria-induced anaemia due to the nearby Romney Marshes and their mosquitoes.

I see dead people

Whilst there we noticed some of the local flora…was not local. There was a ti kouka (cabbage tree), harakeke flax and nikau palm planted in the garden of the house next door to the church. We asked the volunteer and she told us that the house had belonged to a senior police officer in the 19^th century who had gone to New Zealand, had a disagreement with the government, and returned after five years…presumably brining these plants back with him, as they looked pretty well-established! You go halfway around the world and…

We also explored the Royal Military Canal, which was built to defend against invasion by Napoleon in 1805-1809. One of the areas that was vulnerable to attack was through the Romney Marshes, so they built the canal and rampart as a defensive structure. Nowadays it’s a pleasant waterway; you can hire a boat and row up and down it.

The following day we hatched a plan to go up the coast and do some shopping along the way. We were thwarted in this ambition by the lack of left luggage facilities en route. Our initial intention had been to go into Folkestone, only to discover that there is no longer a M&S there. A chat with our taxi driver taking us to the station revealed why: last time I was in Folkestone, in 1983, it was a thriving town, but these days it’s virtually dead. This is entirely due to the Channel Tunnel, the ensuing demise of the Folkestone-Boulogne ferry route, and the lack of through traffic. Dover was our next plan, but again, nowhere to leave our luggage prevented us from doing so. We continued up to Sandwich, where we’re staying at the ancestral pile for three nights.

After settling in, we headed up the road in the evening, at mother’s insistence, to go and get dinner at the Blue Pigeons. Formerly a rather scruffy pub, it was updated to a bistro a couple of decades ago, and has undergone yet again a more recent transformation into a much bigger restaurant and boutique hotel a few years ago. It’s quite good, and we’ll be back there again to try it on Saturday night when Heide comes down to stay.

Today, we’re going to try shopping again, this time in Canterbury, taking the bus.

 

Ride The Cyclone

Nicola is once again on duty at Circa Theatre, this time for musical Ride The Cyclone. We have niece Tavi with us at the moment, so we decided to give Charley Noble a try to see if it lived up to the hype. Also, we wanted Tavi and Lauren (who works there) to meet, who are first cousins once removed, apparently. 

Nicola and Tavi both ordered pasta and vegetable sides, and I had a steak with fries. I also had half a dozen oysters beforehand, and with a drink included, the bill was a staggering amount. I think my main objection to CN isn’t so much the food, (they managed to cook a steak adequately), it’s the prices…they charge more for oysters than Logan Brown!

It was a little further than we normally venture for a pre-theatre meal so Nicola was a bit rushed (it took them ¾ hour to bring the mains!), and even Tavi and I had to be pretty sharp to get to Circa with 10 minutes to spare.

The Musical, part of a trilogy set in Uranium City, Saskatchewan (a real place) in an unspecified time period, although there are some modern references such as reality TV which make it seem present-adjacent. It was first produced in 2009, by which time this genre was already prevalent. Six teenagers, all members of the St Cassian High School Chamber Choir, die in an accident on a rollercoaster (The Cyclone), and appear in an afterlife where they are confronted by a Speak Your Fortune machine by the name of Karnak. He offers one of them a chance to return to life. The only catch? The vote must be unanimous between the rest of them.

Each member of the choir gets a chance to stake their claim, in song, to be the one to be saved. Their life stories are related as each one plays the central role in their own story, and the remaining cast play the rest of the parts. Turns out they all have a bit of a history.

After they’ve all given their performances, a decision has to be made…no spoilers (the show’s 16 years old, you can look it up), and one of them returns to life. The remaining five characters wrap up the show with a rousing finale.

Bret McKenzie

Who he? Once a member of Flight Of The Conchords, and former band member of The Black Seeds, Bret has been a New Zealand icon since, like, ages ago. He’s won an Oscar for Best Original Song, and is generally a good bloke. He’s playing some solo shows in support of his new album, Freak Out City, with two shows in Wellington, his home town, in a converted Salvation Army Citadel turned gig venue, Meow Nui. What’s not to like? 

We were originally planning to go for dinner at Charley Noble, a venue I regularly slag off to visitors and locals alike. I used to go there for lunch when I worked at ANZ and have always been unimpressed by the place. And yet…it keeps being mentioned as a Top 10 place to go in Wellington, and Second Cousin Lauren has recently started working there, so I thought we’d give it another try.  But a quick look at the map said otherwise – I’d thought the concert venue was much closer. Another time, perhaps. We ended up in what is becoming a regular haunt, Cuba Street Tavern. They were quite busy, and they’ve changed up the format a little since we were last there – fewer sharing plates, and more main courses. Nevertheless, we made our selection (despite the absence of oysters – they’d run out), and waited. And waited. Eventually, after prompting the waiter, they brought all the food out at once. Previously they’d been of the type to bring things out as they were prepared. The problem this time round was that the chicken skewers were cold. I told the waiter, who told the chef, who (a) served us some hot ones and (b) removed them from the bill. So a slight blot on their copybook there.

We walked around the corner to Meow Nui, where there was a queue. I thought doors opened at 7:00pm, but was clearly misled in this regard. We found some good seats, and then visited the bar for a beer whilst waiting. Around 8:00pm, Bret wanders onto the stage, says “hi”, and starts playing his guitar. A minute later a couple of backing singers wandered on and started giving backing vocals. Then a drummer and a bass player, followed by keyboardist, brass section (sax and trombone), and an electric guitarist, as the song reached its crescendo and everyone was playing. So in the end there were nine of them in the band including Bret. Quite an ensemble!

He played a number of songs old and new, but it was the banter in between that really marked out the gig. He was a member of a comedy ensemble, and this shows. He told us about how they’d (by which he means, he’d) forgotten to bring any merch to one of their shows in the US, so instead started handing out Whittaker’s chocolate bars for the audience to break a piece off and pass around. This then became a thing, and they had to ask everyone coming from New Zealand to bring some Whittaker’s chocolate for them at each gig. They did the same in Australia, but, as he explained, the Aussies weren’t as stoked by this because you can actually get Whittaker’s in Australia, apparently. Nevertheless they continued to do it in New Zealand, and, after hearing about this from the previous night, were stunned when Tiffany from Whittaker’s showed up with a whole bagful of chocolate for the second Wellington show (i.e. the one we were at). So we enjoyed our Whittaker’s chocolate during the show.

If you’re one of my international readers and have never tried Whittaker’s chocolate, try to get hold of some…it’s bloody good!

He also got a volunteer from the audience to help him out with one of his songs. Turned out he’d recruited a Wellington actor (who may have positioned himself deliberately), Tiaki Sharp, so he was able to give a lot of acting ability to his part.

A little later, Bret invited another member of the audience to share a story so he could make up a song on the spot. Owen (I think) provided a tale of heartbreak from his first weeks at university, when he broke up with his girlfriend Sharone, and to ease the pain bought her some mint slice biscuits and a bunch of flowers. Bret wove this into a song: “Sharone, we should’ve broke up by phone” and “mint slices, to ease your emotional crisis” featured in it.

He also played his Oscar-winning song, complete with voices: Man Or Muppet?, and another song in which he parodied Morrissey, Everyone Is Horrid Except Me (and Possibly You), which has, apparently, earned him the lasting enmity of Steven Patrick. He didn’t give the impression that he was bothered by this.

And then – surprise! – Jemaine Clement appeared on stage, and they reprised one of the Flight Of The Conchords songs together: The Most Beautiful Girl (in the Room).

They left the stage but were back in what seemed microseconds to perform a two-song encore, before the lights came up. That set list in full can be found here.

Right, I’ve ordered the new album, should be here in a couple of days.

 

More Cricket

The Black Caps series against South Africa went down to the wire with the fifth match in Christchurch, where the South Africans put on a display of batting, reaching a total of 187. Not an impossible task, but they were able to contain the New Zealand batters. Wickets fell regularly and no-one was able to get a real total going. Eventually they achieved 154 in response. South Africa won the match by 33 runs, and the series 3-2. 

But that’s not what we want to see! The White Ferns had already wrapped up their series 3-1 in Wellington, and performed another demolition, setting a total of 194 and then bowling the South Africans out for 109, a 92 run margin of victory, to give a 4-1 series score.

They then moved onto the longer 50 over format a few days later, again in Christchurch, where South Africa exacted their revenge. The White Ferns batted first, and set, by their standards, a modest total of 268 for their opponents to hit. They made a good start with a wicket in the first over, and both openers out for 30, but South Africa then put on 122 runs for the third wicket. The Ferns never managed to slow them down, and despite losing wickets regularly, they had a relatively easy path, until the pre-penultimate over: needing 24 off the last three overs, they scored just two, and lost a wicket. Suddenly, the equation is 22 from 2 overs. They scored 8 in the 49^th over, leaving 14 from the last over. A couple of singles and a six , then a couple of dot balls, left South Africa needing a six off the last ball. There was a long talk out in the middle between Suzie Bates and her captain, Melie Kerr. Unfortunately she bowled a sitter which Reyneke slogged for the required six. South Africa won, by two wickets, off the final ball.

On to Wellington for the final two matches of the series, and the South Africans have their tails up. It was an absolutely stunning day, with early cloud clearing to perfect blue skies all round. There was a nagging southerly breeze so it was a good job we were inside, in the Long Room.

This time, wickets didn’t fall. Although they lost their opener, Tazmin Brits, for 9, the second wicket partnership between opener and captain Laura Woolvardt and Anneke Bosch took them to 167/2, and even after that partnerships continued, with South Africa finally setting a total of 346/6. This was not helped by at least six – SIX! – chances going down. OK, some of them were hard chances, but in many cases the ball bounced out of the fingers. Coach Rory recommends some catching practice before the final match!

South Africa had set the White Ferns a mountain to climb: the biggest run chase in Women’s cricket. The previous most successful was India’s chasing down of 339 against Australia in 2025. A massive run rate of almost seven an over was required. The loss of Suzie Bates early put them at 21/1, and onto the pitch walks Melie Kerr.

What happened next was just…staggering. First, a 52 run partnership before Georgia Plimmer was out for 23, and then, having lost Green and Halliday for relatively low totals, put on a 120 run partnership with Izzy Gaze for the 5^th wicket. Gaze was striking the ball well, making 68 off 49 balls. The total was now 250/5, with 12 overs remaining. Still quite a total to reach, at 8 runs per over. But this is Melie Kerr we’re talking about, and she continued to build partnerships – 40 with Izzy Sharp and 39 with sister Jess Kerr. They needed 18 runs off the last two overs. They took six from the 49^th, and were left needing 12 off the final. Two fours off the first two balls brought it within reach – just three needed off the last four. A scampered two left the scores tied with three to go. No messing, Melie Kerr hit it for four, to win the match and level the series 1-1, with two balls in hand. Kerr finished on 179 not out, having scored over half the runs required herself.  

After the match, the accolades flowed, as all the records achieved were talked over. Amazingly, this isn’t even Melie Kerr’s highest score in an ODI! She achieved 232 not out against minnows Ireland in 2018 – but this is against one of the world’s top teams. It’s the highest successful run chase in women’s cricket. Ever.

The next match, the decider, is again in Wellington, on Saturday. We’ll be going along, and expecting fireworks!

Cricket At The Hnry

Wellington’s stadium has gone through several iterations as name sponsors have changed. It started out as Westpac Stadium, then changed to Sky. The latest sponsor is Hnry, a New Zealand tax accounting company. So we now have the Hnry Stadium. Pronounced Hnry.

Whilst international test cricket is played at the Basin Reserve, Twenty20 and ODIs are increasing played at the Hnry, as they have floodlighting for day/night matches. This was the third match in a five match T20 series against South Africa. Both men’s and women’s teams are playing, leading to an eight-hour festival of cricket. 

This match is included in our Gold membership of Cricket Wellington, so we could access the member’s lounge. This is right under the scoreboard, which makes tracking what’s going on a little harder for us, as the screen at the other end of the ground is used largely for advertising, and only rarely do they update the scores there. Indoors, however, they also have several tv screens so we can keep up with the match. Also handy for the action replays!

The White Ferns were up first, starting at 2:45. We’d got there in plenty of time, and ensconced ourselves by the window. The Ferns are 2-1 up in the series, with a WLW record behind them. South Africa won the toss, decided to bat, and amassed a reasonable score of 159, setting the Ferns their highest chase total at home. Losing opener Gaze in the second over didn’t help, and then Plimmer fell for 29 after keeping captain Melie Kerr company for a bit. It was the partnerships of Kerr/Devine and Devine/Halliday that really sealed the deal, and by the time Devine was out for 64 they needed just another 11 runs from 17 balls, which they achieved with nine balls to spare. This sealed the series win 3-1, with one more match to play in Christchurch.

There was a bit of a wait for the men’s game, as it is timed to be shown after the TV News has finished at 7:00pm. We availed ourselves of dinner from the member’s lounge catering…not brilliant.

The Black Caps are also 2-1 up on the series, having lost the first game but absolutely pantsing the Proteas with bat and ball in the next two games – bowling them out for 107 after setting a target of 175 in the second match, and then restricting them to 139/9 in the third – a total they saw off in less than 17 overs. There were line-up changes for this match, bringing in some newer players, and also losing Tom Latham to injury. South Africa won the toss and decided to bat, setting a target of an achievable 165 for the Black Caps.

Unfortunately, the Black Caps failed to dazzle with the bat. No-one really got going and every time they seemed to get settled, another wicket fell. Neesham, in particular, who should have held the lower order together, was found wanting. Having skied the ball twice and been dropped twice in succession, what does he do? Hits it up again, and third time was a charm…caught for 6. Too much was being asked of the rest of the lower order, and South Africa eventually wrapped it up for 145, winning by 19 runs.

This leaves the men’s series tied at 2-2, with the final match on Wednesday in Christchurch. Should be a nailbiter!

 

The Rocky Horror Show

As the nights are starting to cool down and close in, the indoor entertainment scene in Wellington starts to liven up. Now showing at St James Theatre is a new production of The Rocky Horror Show. Nicola claims never to have seen the film all the way through, so this was a no-brainer.

First though…dinner, and time for another visit to perennial faves, Loggy B’s (Logan Brown to you). Last time we were there we had the leisurely Taste Of Logan Brown degustation menu, but this time we needed a quicker meal so were on the standard 3-course deal – still a snip at $95 each.  

It’s a short walk down the road and round the corner to St James Theatre, and we were ensconced in plenty of time for the show to begin. You know how it goes, right? Brad and Janet get stranded on the road and go to the local castle (!?) for help – there to be enmeshed in the goings-on at the castle, orchestrated by Frank N Furter, a transvestite from Transylvania, in the galaxy Transexual; ably assisted by RiffRaff, Magenta and Columbia. They did The Time Warp, Sweet Transexual, Dammit Janet and all the other songs. A lot of people had made the effort to dress up for the occasion, but I think we were channelling our inner Janet and Brad. All jolly good fun, catch it if you can!