Well, now the sirens are still blaring out here along the coast road but obviously the fire is under control (at 5.20) as the smoke and flames have subsided. Must check the news to see what's happened there. A strange day of fire damage on my blog this Friday. It's not the 13th is it?
Friday 30 January 2009
Breaking News - Fire in Wellington
Well, now the sirens are still blaring out here along the coast road but obviously the fire is under control (at 5.20) as the smoke and flames have subsided. Must check the news to see what's happened there. A strange day of fire damage on my blog this Friday. It's not the 13th is it?
Blog Block
Just came back up the hill in the arse rocket after the bi-weekly trip to New World, the Kiwi version of my local K-Citymarket in Myyrmäki back home. Already the store is so familiar after only three weeks that I can prepare a shopping list and subconsciously list needed items into my iPhone shopping app in the order that they will appear on the shelves as I wheel my basket round the store. This is yet another sign of having settled in, I guess. But how nice that there is such an influx of happy young people to the job market here that shoppers never need to pack their own groceries, as we have to in good old Suomi. In general there is a pleasant service culture and people are usually friendly and interested. It takes away some of the stress and angst that we certainly suffer from up there on the North-Eastern rim of Europe.
I was also invited in to have dinner Wednesday by my neighbour 'B' and her friend 'J'. I thought to myself, how many times have I been invited to dinner by my Finnish neighbours? Finns know the answer to that one. So now I know my new neighbour and she knows a bit about me, and my background and family and plans while I'm here these five months on the other side of the wall of our little semi-detached house on stilts. The good neighbour tradition is certainly familiar from the UK. 'B' made a lovely steak and I wonder if she'd appreciate my spicy curries just as much?
I was watching David Attenborough's Life of Mammals the other night. There's a man who can't be said to have 'settled down' for a moment. I doubt whether he would ever confess to have had a disappointing life or dull existence like some people of his age tend to do. And if so, nobody could believe that. I'm from the generation who has seen a large part of the transformation of television in the UK. From the heavily controlled and limited 'picture radio' with broadcasts of news, weather, watch with mother, documentaries of World War II and not much more, totaling only a few hours every afternoon and evening we've moved to the era of 24/7, multi-channel, multi-national, mega-commercial TV animal we know today. And it's hard for me to remember a time when David Attenborough wasn't a part of TV. Well he started working for the BBC before I was born and is now, still working at over 80. I think he is a rather clever and rather lucky man and when he eventually does retire TV will lose one of its few remaining pioneers and masters of the genre of natural history.
Having said that it's also obvious that the Attenborough series are made to a very clever format. The credit for majority of the audiovisual content can hardly be claimed by Sir David for he is only the story teller and the magic of the images and the sounds is the work of some highly skilled professionals, technical innovators and cinematic geniuses. The 'making of' documentaries on the Attenborough DVD productions are real eye-openers! But Sir David surely would not associate himself with the mundane or productions lacking in quality or the Attenborough wow factor. I'm sure every time a new series is being planned that all involved know that it's not going to be an inexpensive operation.
What a contrast to so much programming that comes from our 'television sets' these days (and lets avoid thinking about what a TV really is in 2009!). Here also in New Zealand we are bombarded with all the same old (US) series or formats that I see in Finland, in the UK and, let's face it, most everywhere else too, local censors permitting.
New Zealand's Got Talent? Hmm, we shall see...
Monday 26 January 2009
Urban Retreats
This Sunday marked the end of my 3rd week here in Wellington and, aided by the most beautiful weather since arriving, I headed off in the road racer for an afternoon trip to the Rimutaka Forest Park. The destination was decided at random from a small booklet I'd bought entitled, Top Walking Tracks of the Wellington Region. It was not a bad choice at all. Having been guided accurately (for once) by 'Nigel', the voice of my GPS in the Nokia E71, I made my way up the approach road and came immediately upon a small but impressive meeting of the Sunbeam Car Club of New Zealand.
My personal interest was not, due to some strange tendency, focused on the three rather well kept Sunbeam soft-top convertibles, but on the familiar powder blue lines of the 1964 Hillman Imp. The reasoning is easily explained as my Dad once bought an identical Imp in the early 1960s and it proved to be the worst car he ever owned. After 6 water pumps or so in the first years of ownership the nasty little Imp was traded in for something more reliable and more hefty. I took up the weaknesses of the Imp's water pump with Gary, the proud owner. He was very well versed in the details of this particular critical part of the rear-engined, low point of British auto engineering dating from the hippie era. Had my father possessed Gary's knowledge back then, and his enthusiasm for stripping down car parts to their basic elements and reassembling them again with improvements then, our old Imp may have had a longer run in the Dean family. Whatever came of 503 BAN? (It's a 'boy thing', remembering the registration numbers from childhood). Maybe, who knows, it's a proud and worthy member of the Essex Hillman Imp Club of Great Britain?
After the pleasant diversion and in-depth discussion on water pump design I finally got moving along the chosen path under a scorching afternoon sun, protected by only lashings of sun screen on face, arms and legs and a transparent backpack (Apple WWDC vintage giveaway from year dot) loaded with two bottles of ginger beer and a pack of plasters in case of mishaps. What a lovely afternoon it was, once under the cover of the forest, all senses attacked from every direction in a constant barrage of sounds, smells and the extraordinary and varied visual tapestry of the ancient hardwoods growing on the steep sides of the Catchpool Valley. The path was rough enough to be interesting to walk but well built and maintained by the Department of Conservation (DOC) so that damage to the forest from visitors is minimised. As the day was especially warm the noise of crickets and other insects was overwhelming. I've tried to make decent recording using my iPhone to help share the experience. I also spent some time trying to catch some of the more spectacular bird songs but Murphy's law came into play and these usually coincided with the drone of small aeroplane engines from the nearly gliding centre. Similarly my attempts at bird photography were thwarted when a playful dog appeared from around the bend of the track and scared off my subjects.
With this I was able to put things into focus and to see that, despite the exotic nature of my walk I am, nevertheless only a 30 minute drive from the city centre and not an intrepid explorer in the dark and hidden depths of some distant rain forest, days away from humanity. These Wellingtonians really are rather lucky.
From the urban retreat of the Rimutaka Forest I headed for Welly and the Urban Retreat in Tory Street. This hidden gem runs as a Yoga business these days but also houses what the regulars describe as, 'the best sauna in New Zealand'. I was very lucky to hear about this place from a guy in the 'nearly a sauna, sauna' of the Freyberg pool. But the Urban Retreat's sauna has a history going back to the 1960s and it is built to a proper Finnish blueprint. The only compromise seems to be the gas heating of the sauna stove which is formidable, even to Finnish standards. After a couple of visits I've now made a few acquaintances and am happily learning more about Wellington and the region from the natives. Here too, sauna really is a good place to relax and socialise away from the hustle and bustle of the city and work.
I go home clean and contented after a day of new places and experiences, new sights, sounds, a few more new acquaintances and with another few gigabytes of images. The only thing I've forgotten to do today is to eat something...
(All pics with Nikon D300).
Sunday 25 January 2009
800 Rubber Suits in Wellington!
The assembly point and finishing line for the race was next to the popular Freyberg Pool and Fitness Centre where I've been swimming a couple of times a week since arriving here 3 weeks ago. Part of the attraction was also the sauna but, let's say that it's an approximation to a sauna and leave it at that. I am not a sporty swimmer. You'll find me in the slow lane most days, happy to swim the breast stroke for a kilometre or so and never managing to do that in more than a minute or two under half an hour. I've noticed that those in the medium and fast lanes tend to go at a brisker pace. I'm not going to get a complex about it, and anyway, learning how to do the crawl properly at 51 doesn't seem an exciting prospect. So I'm thinking, how long will it take these rubberised Kiwis to swim the 2.8kms, in choppy and chilly sea conditions. The sea is never warm here, hence the need for the rubber.
(Action picture with iPhone, others with Nikon D300).
Friday 23 January 2009
Lost in translation
Thursday 22 January 2009
21st January 2009. So is the world a safer place?
Wednesday 21 January 2009
New Boots and President!!
The strange title for this post derives from an old Ian Dury album that I was listening to the other day, a classic of the late 70s when I was photographing musicians of that era and genre in London. 'New Boots' ? Well I got new rugged sandals as it's summer here, Eh! and getting up and down Mount Victoria in floppy sandals is a sure route to ankle damage and pain I reckon.
'New President' shouldn't need explaining and I'm sure most people reading this will have been watching Obama kicking off his term of office on TV. Not me though, due to the time difference mainly, power outage (which will delay the publication of this post) and 'hangover' from having to deal with rather silly personal accounting things late last night. Loved ones at home reported two bills having arrived in Finland for items that I am not liable. Apart from the fact that it is incredible that a large company selling new motor vehicles (no names) like our new Citroën should be able to generate incorrect billing to its customers, trying to deal with this over the phone with an 11 hour time difference almost brought me to the point of despair. Efforts of the company's central telephone exchange to connect me to anyone who could deal with my problems led six times to the familiar recorded message in three languages, 'Sorry, the person you want to reach is speaking on the phone. Please hold...' Hmm, 'holding' indefinitely at eleven in the evening from New Zealand could be an expensive business, and so, thank goodness for Skype. Eventually matters progressed, 'Can I get them to call you back a bit later today?', asked the receptionist. Oh, the irony of it all! Anyway, it got sorted in the end by bypassing the central switchboard and dealing with somebody with far better service skills. Time to move on, if only I could, as I'm still waiting on power for the ADSL.
Writing the start of this post the electricity here went out, well and truly. Power tools at the house renovation a few doors away have silenced and I can enjoy the early morn to the sounds of birds and crickets instead. Think positive!
To be honest, the highlight of yesterday's 'new things for me here in New Zealand' was having a haircut at a gentlemen's barbers in town, just off the popular commercial street, Lambton Quay. I don't particularly like going to the barbers, at least in Finland. My experience there is that the girls cutting your hair abide by the same rule as most Finnish taxi drivers and don't speak unless spoken to. And they are not, anyway, particularly blessed with the gift of the gab. My other grudge is that they never seem to cut enough length off my hair, even if given strict instructions. It's clearly a ploy to get you back in their styling seat sooner rather than later. Better for business. My positive experiences of barbers stem from early youth in Harry's the barbers in Ilford High Road over 45 years ago. It was an old style working men's place selling haircuts (providing it was short back & sides), hair oil and condoms, and an education in English men's small talk for my brother Stu and I whenever my Dad took us there - which was once a month! Dad and Harry were the same age and as one of Harry's first customers after setting up the shop he remained a loyal customer there for about 50 years, until Harry closed it.
Yesterday, in the Diplomat men's hairdressers, there was no stopping the conversation or the rapid movement of the scissors and comb, and that is exactly what I'd imagined it would be like when I'd first spotted the shop soon after arriving here. One lady barber, one well used barber's chair and a constant stream of customers. The hundreds of postcards from every imaginable corner of the globe decorating the shop interior were surely a sign of allegiance, appreciation and respect. Service with a smile, wit and rapid scissors. Neither did 'Pam' (I didn't actually catch her name but this guess gives me a 50/50 chance) hesitate to answer the phone when it rang, and she knew immediately who was calling, seemingly having first name terms with all her regular, holiday postcard sending customers. No point for an answering service here, 'Sorry the person you are trying to reach is cutting someone else's hair, please try again later...'
A good day; new and improved shoes, new and improved US president, new and improved hair. In the words of the dear, departed Mr Dury, 'Reasons to be cheerful, 1, 2, 3'.
Monday 19 January 2009
Big Mac or Fish and Chips?
Somewhere over the rainbow
Sunday 18 January 2009
Braised Cauliflower and the wind
Saturday 17 January 2009
Not in Cuba, honestly!
Most people will have seen pictures and reports from Cuba showing how the Cubans have kept alive their pre-embargo American automobiles. It's truly a commendable effort towards achieving the sustainability of Havana's 8 litre V8 gas gobblers. Yesterday I was also worrying that my Toyota was bound to fail the fitness test. But it seems that there is a certain affinity with the Cuban attitude here. 'Good as Gold' was the verdict at the garage. Surprising as, really, the shock absorbers are as strong as a limp lettuce and, on further inspection today, I found that the one of the drive shaft bearing covers was gaping open. Another year driving with that and there will be a big repair bill, or then it's off to the scrap yard for the old Starlet.
Friday 16 January 2009
Culture Shock and Shock Absorbers
Making comparisons between cultures is hard to avoid in these early days of my New Zealand existence. In fact, one of the notions of coming here was just the fact that there are quite a few basic similarities between Finland and New Zealand, like size of the country (approx./noin about), young age of nation, size of population (NZ 4M, SF 5+M), position of women in society, educational and social policies, development of research, concentration of population in a few major cities and migration to them, extensive rural/agricultural heritage, affinity to sport, affinity to (long and frequent) holidays, affinity to travel, affinity to nature, affinity to alcohol, inferiority/superiority complex in relation to neighbouring nations, relatively high cultural activity considering the above etc. etc.
So now for Land Hippie's (Landehippi suomeksi, thanks Gumby for the translation) 1st observation of total difference between the cultures of Finland and New Zealand: Quality of bus transportation in the capital city. How many times have you run for a bus in Helsinki only to get the door shut in your face and the driver grinning (or scowling) whilst driving off at breakneck speed to 'keep up with the timetable'. It's been something that people write to the local papers about on a constant basis. Here the bus drivers, driving very similar machinery, greet you personally when you get on, typically wait for you to sit down before they drive off and also don't expect you to stand up to get off until the bus has come to a standstill. Additionally passengers and driver also thank and greet each other when leaving the bus, 'thanks, and have a good one', 'cheers Mate' etc. etc. With this pleasant attitude and buses designed with low-level accessibility it seems much easier for the elderly, the disabled, people with kids and everyone else for that matter to get around town inexpensively. But, OK, I'm not saying that there are not exceptions to the rule, and certainly my driver this morning, despite all the politeness, then proceeded to drive down the 1:5 inclines of Mount Victoria's serpentine streets, weaving between the bends and parked cars in a style resembling the best of Finnish rally drivers. But 'it's the thought that counts', as they say. Maybe the emphasis for bus drivers should be on comfort and service and less about just battling to gain enough time for a cigarette break at the next terminus. Maybe Helsinki City could send a few drivers over for some training. On the other hand, that might be risky should they decide to stay. I heard that the city of Wellington has a need for more bus drivers...
Wednesday 14 January 2009
Dylan Greetings from Finland
Tuesday 13 January 2009
Searching for GPS...
Sunday 11 January 2009
Communication and Comfort
Having overcome the jet lag and taken over my new office it is time to set up for the research I'll be making here in locative media. There are still some restrictions, as I don't yet have an Internet connection working for me in the office and so I've been Googling and diddling with gadgets at home. Here my Telecom NZ ADSL connection is giving me a wonderful 1500 kb/s download and a scorching 130 kb/s upload. Even getting an e-mail to whoosh off into cyberspace from my MacBook or iPhone can take 10 seconds or more :-(
Saturday 10 January 2009
Summer for a day
People here are complaining about the weather just like they do back home. They're as eagerly awaiting some sultry summer days as Southern Finns are awaiting some proper snow. Thursday was the first hot day since I arrived and already by 9.00 in the morning I had to open all the windows here in this little glasshouse on stilts in order to make it more comfortable.
Friday 9 January 2009
New keys and spaces
Wednesday 7 January 2009
Huge clouds in windy Wellington
Tuesday 6 January 2009
Settling in
Monday 5 January 2009
Arriving at Wellington
Over the Southern Seas
Leaving Sydney in lovely Summer weather
Sunday 4 January 2009
2 Tigers in the terminal at Singapore!
2 cold Tiger beers did the trick! It brought back memories of very cold Tigers drunk in icy glasses in the sweltering evening heat of Singapore's street restaurants a few years ago. So beers and a quick walk around the stores used up my 45 minutes of freedom while our plane was cleaned and refuelled. Then back to the 100 metre check in queue with all the hand luggage to check in and be scanned...again. In the meantime I have discovered 5 other 'Finns' on the flight.
Didn't manage to get a connection in Singapore so this is being sent later. I did manage to apply the DevTeam's yellowsn0w 3G unlock to my iPhone before leaving Finland, thanks to someone who made a step by step tutorial. But is still seems a bit flaky, sometimes the phone fails to give the available network list but restarting a few times seems to work (as I'd read). Hopefully this will be more stable when I'm not changing country every 12 hours.
Flight to Sydney is aided by a tail wind and so I get more than 3 hours to stretch my legs and have a decent cup of coffee in Sydney before the final leg to Wellington. Bit confused as to whether it is good to sleep or not. The eleven hour difference in time zones is going to be a challenge!