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Posted: 11 Apr 2007 11:45 pm |
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From: David Harcourt
Sent: Thursday, 12 April 2007 9:46 a.m.
To: jaybee2003
Subject: RE: wood, wood, every where, and not a twig to burn...
We all muck in to move the wood.
One of Darcy's friends was here last year when we had a load delivered and we had to get it moved before we could go out (rain was threatening) and I asked him to help the four of us move the last dozen or so pieces (which meant he had to carry two pieces, one at a time).
I found out later that he had complained bitterly to his mother and to Darcy about this (along the lines of "unpaid child labour").
He has not been invited back, you will be astounded to learn.
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Posted: 11 Apr 2007 11:46 pm |
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From: Jaybee2003
Sent: Thursday, April 12, 2007 10:27 AM
To: David Harcourt
Subject: RE: wood, wood, every where, and not a twig to burn...
LOL @ the unpaid child labour - I must share the state of play here at the moment with young Charlie...
Even though I will happily use the biggest chainsaw when necessary and split wood happily with a splitter and big axe, I have a phobia when it comes to cutting kindling...it is too precise for my liking, my fingers are too close to the axe and I value my fingers!. So for years I have collected bags of pinecones and a ute load of twigs and bark from under the gum trees for a kindling stash. I've made a start this year, but still need to pick up more bags of cones.
Charlie wants a particular toy - a transformer. Charlie like most 6 year olds wants 'everything' and his mum and dad constantly tell him - you'll have to save your own money for it and buy it yourself. Fair enough. Then one day recently, me and my big mouth, I dropped some rather subtle hints about firewood, suggesting it would be nice if Richie could help his father out there....
The latest.....I am to expect an offer of work from Charlie... The deal is he will collect pinecones for me at $10 a sack. If he fills each sack on his own the entire $10 can go towards his transformer, if mum or dad need to help, $5 goes into his savings account, $5 goes towards his transformer.
I haven't been asked for help yet, and even though this wasn't the help I meant, I can't really say no. But ... time will tell. If it is a start towards teaching the work ethic I think I have to accept it.
However, as a child, we were expected to help around the house, to help grandparents, elderly neighbours and friends etc, with no thought of benefit or financial recompense whatsoever, the only thought being love and caring. It seems now that many children are taught sure, work/help others, but you have a right to expect compensation for it, and/or that you only do for others when you are going to benefit from it.
We had 16ml of rain overnight, and it is still raining - lightly. Perfect
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Posted: 11 Apr 2007 11:48 pm |
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From: David Harcourt
Sent: Thursday, 12 April 2007 10:42 a.m.
To: jaybee2003
Times change.
I think it is really about the emancipation of children. When I was a child, children were invisible. If they became visible, they were beaten back into invisibility.
Now they expect, and are entitled to expect, to be treated as near equals.
Darcy helps a lot around the house but there is a tacit exchange: he gets time on the computer when he's helpful, and not when he doesn’t.
We should be having these exchanges on TUW, where others can contribute, however.
I am going to open a fresh Jo's Day thread on TM in the hope of enticing you back.
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Posted: 12 Apr 2007 01:11 am |
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A moment in time from today I must share....
It was a scorching hot Wairarapa summer's day, about six years ago, one out of the chocolate box. I was doing what I love most, out in the garden, working away, taming the wilderness.
Living rural, one of the great joys is privacy, no one around for miles and with a long long gravel drive you can hear vehicles arriving, so one has time to prepare for visitors if need be.
It was getting hotter and hotter, so I whipped my t-shirt off, working away, minding my own business. Hotter still, so off came my shorts, then eventually, there I was, blissfully toiling away, starkers.
Finishing in the patch I was working in, I decided it was time for a cool drink. So brushing a hand through my mad sticking out all over the place hair where it had been dragged through shrubs, collecting leaves and sticks as I worked, I wandered off towards the house - to turn a corner and much to my shock see two suited gentlemen, one carrying a briefcase, and a woman, carrying a bunch of flowers picked from my garden!
I'm not sure who got the biggest shock, but if anyone had a stop watch handy, my name would be definitely in the Guiness Book of Records under "Fastest Female Runner...."
A few minutes later when I sheepishly appeared again, fully clothed, I was greeted by the bunch of flowers and a Nightwatch magazine lying on the open doorstep - and not a suited gentleman or female visitor in sight.
This morning, I watched a vehicle arriving, thinking "who is this...It's not a vehicle I recognise..."
The car doors open and a woman with a briefcase alights and a young lad...."No... I am thinking.. No... surely not..." not sure whether to burst out laughing or die (again) of embarrassment...."they haven't been back here for six years!.....it can't be them again!"
Opening the door, her first words to me as she pulled out an 'Awake' magazine and 'Nightwatch'......"We've chosen a wet day to call this time haven't we?..."
I can't help but wonder if she wasn't really meaning - We felt if we call on a wet day the chances are we won't be greeted by the sight of a naked mad woman....
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Posted: 12 Apr 2007 01:18 am |
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A great story.
Could it possibly have been the same woman?
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Posted: 13 Apr 2007 05:22 am |
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David Harcourt wrote: Could it possibly have been the same woman?
She's a brave woman if it was. Or perhaps ever so devoted to converting those way beyond redemption.
If I were to believe in reincarnation, I'd like to return as a dog in my next life.
Korbie has spent all afternoon sleeping in front of the fire, only moving to change to a move comfortable position.
I'd like to choose my owner though.
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Posted: 19 Apr 2007 12:31 am |
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I decided yesterday that I must be incredibly naive. I was passing time with a friend, sitting in the sun when her phone rang. She runs a Beauty Clinic from home - manicures, pedicures, facials, waxing, sauna, tan spray booth etc - and her specialty - Thai Massage.
"Good afternoon, X Beauty Therapy, X speaking..." bright, bubbly and welcoming. Then her body language and voice changed...."No, sorry, I am fully booked today" -which caught my attention as I knew she had vacant time slots that afternoon, "but I fit you in Friday or next week sometime if that helps...."
"No," she said, her voice getting slightly colder..."There is a very good male physio in town if it is a Sports Massage you are after...."
"No. I don't." Dead cold voice. "For the record, the only added extras here might be a cup of tea and a scone if you are lucky."
My jaw was on the floor. It had never occured to me that within her business, those two words 'Thai' and 'Massage' might carry very different connotations for some.
She wasn't 100% sure initially if her suspicions were right, but her gut was telling something wasn't quite right - and his "No, I am wanting a girl. Can you recommend someone else" after she mentioned the male physio confirmed in her mind that he was after fringe benefits.
I understand now why she doesn't have a permanent sign outside her house. But then, on the positive side, if business ever slacked off, she does have the opportunity to diversify.
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Posted: 19 Apr 2007 07:41 am |
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One of the Joys of Rural living...
With warm soil temperatures & a soft gentle rain at this time of the year, these pop up all over the paddocks. The wee button ones are my favourites. A few minutes walk and I had collected enough for dinner.
Freshly picked, ready for a quick wipe - a quick saute, maybe add some white wine or sour cream for a sauce....a grind or three of black pepper....
I am looking forward to dinner tonight!
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Posted: 22 Apr 2007 01:23 pm |
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As a newly wed, out on the farm one day, I was helping muster a mob of cows in to the yards. Spying a cow all by itself in a nearby paddock - one I felt was probably in there by mistake, I pointed it out to my husband..... "What cow... where..." he said looking right at where this 'cow' was..."I can't see a cow.....".
"It's there, between the trees.....see....."
"Sweetheart...You're a farmers wife, a married woman....you should be able to work this one out now. Check between its legs. That's no cow. That's a bull."
"Oh. Well. Yes."
This weekend, I had a similar learning experience, this time with a miniature horse. Not a Shetland, not a pony - but a miniature horse. A distinct breed on its own.
From Wikipedia:
Miniature Horses are found all over the world and come in various colors and coat patterns. The designation of miniature horse is determined by the height of the animal, which, depending on the particular registry involved, is usually less than 34-38 inches (82-91 cm) as measured at the withers. Miniature horses are friendly and interact well with people, particularly children. For this reason they are often kept as family pets. They are also trained as service animals, akin to guide dogs or assistance dogs for people with disabilities. However, while miniature horses can be trained to work indoors, they are still real horses and are healthier when allowed to live outdoors (with proper shelter and room to run) when not working with humans. They are generally quite hardy, often living longer on average than some full-sized horse breeds; the average life span of miniature horses is from 25 to 35 years.
The Shetland pony is a breed of pony (a type of small horse) that is very strong for its size. Shetlands range in size from a minimum height of approximately 28 inches to an official maximum height of 42 inches (10.2 hands, 107 cm) at the withers. (11.2 hands for American Shetlands) Shetland ponies have heavy coats, short legs and are considered quite intelligent. They are a very strong breed or pony, used both for riding and pack purposes, and are noted for being able to pull considerable weight.
The three grandchildren came to stay this weekend, and with them came the newest member of the family - a miniature horse, Sammy. Needless to say, much of our weekend was spent leading this blessed horse round and round and round in circles - and rather nervously holding on to the rider.
I'm not into horses in a big way, in fact, I'm not particularly comfortable around horses at all, but I must say Sammy is a little cutie and very nice natured. And little Asha, 2 1/2, absolutely adores her "my Sammy".
Whether the enthusiasm stays or dies off remains to be seen. I'm not sure mum and dad have realised fully yet what they are letting themselves in for. Horses are a lot of work, (and an expensive hobby with all the gear required and vet needs etc) and at 2 1/2, mum and dad are going to need to do most of the work for a year or three for their daughter.
However, witnessing the excitement, eagerness and pleasure Asha showed this weekend - maybe it was a good move.
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Posted: 23 Apr 2007 12:56 am |
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A lovely horse, but I too have a bit of a blank with horses.
When people start talking about horses and dogs my mind flies to recipes.
I'd much rather have the company of the little girl.
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Posted: 26 Apr 2007 11:13 pm |
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I was remarking yesterday on some of the differences between country people and town people, the most interesting one in my view being the more or less complete absence of nature - unmown grass, rivers and riverbeds, bush, trees, birds, insects - from the lives of people who live in towns.
You may be interested to know about the note I received yesterday from Selina, my lovely "assistant" (I have put the word "assistant" in quotation marks because, if the truth be told, it is I who assist her, only I'd prefer she not find this out and take appropriate steps). Her note read:
There appears to be a large grasshopper on the sponge at the counter.
Wasn't sure what to do with it.
I remonstrated with her this morning about this.
DH: So far from being a 'large' grasshopper, that was one of the smallest I have ever seen. [It was 3cms long.]
SK: It looked big to me.
DH: Darcy, who is terrified of bees, and fearful of most other insects, happily put it outside under a tree. Do you have a thing about grasshoppers?
SK: Actually, I wasn't entirely sure that it was a grasshopper. It's a long time since I've seen one.
This is what I mean about people who live in towns. This is why we need to hear from people who live in the country.
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Posted: 27 Apr 2007 12:45 am |
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Allow me to introduce to you the Shoat or perhaps it could be called a Geep....
Driving up the drive required some negotiation last night as Richie has lambs grazing on it overnight, ready for dagging today (shearing the dags off those dirty butts and tails). I burst out laughing, waking Jamie, having spied in the glare of the headlights what I immediately called a shoat.
From Wiki... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheep-goat_hybrid
A sheep–goat hybrid is the hybrid offspring of a sheep and a goat. Although sheep and goats seem similar and can be mated together, they belong to different genera. Goats belong to the genus Capra and have 60 chromosomes, while sheep belong to the genus Ovis and have 54 chromosomes. This mismatch of chromosomes means any offspring of a sheep-goat pairing is generally stillborn.
"At Botswana Ministry of Agriculture, a ram that was kept with a nanny goat impregnated the goat resulting in a live offspring that had 57 chromosomes. This was called "The Toast of Botswana". The hybrid was intermediate between the two parent species in type. It had a coarse outer coat, a woolly inner coat, long goat-like legs and a heavy sheep-like body. Although infertile, the Toast of Botswana had to be castrated to prevent unwanted sexual behaviour because it continually mounted the sheep and goats sharing its enclosure.
In 1969, Australian farmer Dick Lanyon, who farmed near Melbourne, Australia, kept a billy goat among his sheep to scare off foxes during the lambing season. In September of the same year, he claimed to have dozens of ‘lambs’ which were sheep-goat hybrids. The goat was locked up while scientists examined the supposed hybrids. As no more was heard of this case, it is believed that the lambs were pure-bred sheep.
In our case, this is courtesy of wild goats - one reason for regular culling.
A photo of a Romney shoat...
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Posted: 27 Apr 2007 01:43 am |
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On the subject of the Japanese and nothing to do with them being fleeced...
We had a Japanese student to stay - a friend of a friend of a friend rang one day saying this Japanese girl was wanting to stay on a real farm, could she come and stay with us. So, of course, the answer was yes, she would be most welcome - expecting she would stay for a few days, then move on.
5 weeks later she was still here - our Japanese OverStayer - and loving it.
We too loved her cooking - even if it did take her all day to prepare each 'banquet' on the few she treated us to....delights the menfolk sat down to very nervously eyeing the rice and water bowls, looking around for the MEAT...
She was totally fascinated with every aspect of the farm and outdoors, video camera to the ready non stop. Non stop. While we welcomed our visitor and enjoyed her company, we were feeling a little uncomfortable as docking time was creeping closer and closer. Docking is the removal of the lambs tails.
While it is done as humanely as possible, there is often blood and it isn't exactly pleasant nor is it what one would want tourists to witness. We were very uncomfortable with the thought of videos of such going back to Japan - some things require explaination and justification - and we didn't want NZ farmers portrayed as barbaric...
So, we had to set a plan in motion to politely move her on. Aaron Slight (then an International superbike racer), and his wife were looking for someone with Japanese expertise to help with something they were doing, so we had the solution for them. Naoyo was welcome to stay with the Slight's as long as she liked - until Wednesday that week. They were much wiser than I with their invite.
I hadn't really thought much about the significance for Naoyo though - Aaron was a Superstar in Japan - a God. I forget which (Japanese) bike manufacturer. She was totally overawed, bowing every single time Aaron came into the room, spoke, moved..or blinked...
I think it was the highlight of her trip - staying with a Celebrity.
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Posted: 27 Apr 2007 02:45 am |
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A lovely story.
Did you ever hear from her again?
It would be wonderful to know how she described her visit to her friends in Japan.
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Posted: 27 Apr 2007 04:32 am |
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David Harcourt wrote: A lovely story.
Did you ever hear from her again?
It would be wonderful to know how she described her visit to her friends in Japan.
Yes  We kept in touch for a few years, then it dwindled down to Christmas cards - no christmas card from her this last Dec though. Her spoken language was better than her written. I do wonder what has happened to her sometimes. She was a sweet little thing.
She had been at Language School in Auckland, (English) for 8 months or so, a decision her father took very badly, preferring she would stay in Japan, marry a nice boy and have a baby. However, she wanted more from life than that, and while her father would refuse to talk with her on the phone while she was in NZ, her mother gave her full support.
Contrast couldn't have been more different for her here. Living with 9 other people on an area of land 1/20th the size of her home city - a city with a population of 9 million. One evening we went to a fancy dress Halloween party - at 26 years old, it was the first time she danced with a male. Where she came from, nice young women socialised only with other women.
For a while there I had three stepsons who thought marrying a Japanese woman might be the answer to an easy life. The first evening, she was very quiet at dinner, not saying very much, taking it all in I suppose. The next night, I noticed she was hurrying her meal.....then as soon as one of the boys had finished eating, up she flew, around to his elbow to remove his dinner plate, taking it out to the kitchen, into the dishwasher, then back to hover like a little butterfly, waiting for the next to finish.
It turned out she was horrified at our rule - whoever cooked didn't do the dishes, so I did the cooking mostly, and with four menfolk to hand, I had it made. But to her thinking, that was so wrong - women's work, definitely not for the menfolk. Being waited on hand and foot soon lost its appeal for the boys though - as sweet as she was, they soon wanted space - freedom to relax and let it be. Perhaps it was a good lesson for them!.
Anyway... all that wasn't what I set out to say - I sidetracked. After going back to Japan, she worked as a secretary for a big corporation, then her dream finally came true - she was accepted for nursing training - without her father's approval though.
I often look at her photos and wonder what she is doing now.
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Posted: 27 Apr 2007 10:10 am |
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This amounts to something of a challenge for you, I feel.
Why not find out how she's gotten on?
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Posted: 1 May 2007 11:51 am |
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David Harcourt wrote: This amounts to something of a challenge for you, I feel.
Why not find out how she's gotten on?
Fingers crossed - as my newsy letter and Christmas card haven't been returned to sender yet - I live in hope. But then, I wonder if the Japanese postal service is as (un)reliable as ours.Last edited on 1 May 2007 11:51 am by jaybee2003
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Posted: 1 May 2007 12:27 pm |
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Who has a BangBang in their kitchen?
With five minutes or so to kill in town today, I decided to go for a nosey around Newbolds (100% Electric Store). Just looking, filling in time, checking out all the gadgets and appliances on offer. Seeing what was what, what's hot, what's new, and, with half an eye to a replacement toaster.
About a year ago now I splashed out and bought a rather smart toaster. Five months later, two of the elements blew - and guess what - the elements weren't covered by the warranty. To make it worse, the cost of replacing the elements was dearer than the toaster itself.
Digging my heels in, refusing to play the 'use it till it breaks down, toss it out and buy another' game, I stuck my foot down and we have persevered with this blessed toaster, having to toast each slice of bread (at least) twice. Fortunately we aren't big toast eaters.
So I had checked out the toasters, the rice cookers, the vege cookers - wondering why on earth anyone would want one of those, wondering where on earth people have room to store such gadgets in their kitchens - when at the same moment as I glanced at the next label down the line, the assistant appeared..."Can I help you M'aam...?"
"No thanks, I'm only..." I started to say, glancing back at the label I thought I had read - and yes - I had read correctly..."but...tell me.... what's a BangBang???"...
With a grin and a cheeky roll of his eyes, he picked up a nearby expresso coffee machine scoop, turned it upside down and went "bang bang" on the top of this 'appliance'. "That's a bangbang.....every expresso snob has one". A coffee grinds waste container for tamping used expresso coffee grounds.
You learn something new every day.
I am going to ring a friend tomorrow who is struggling to find an appropriate wedding gift for a certain young couple. I know they are both coffee fanatics. I'm going to suggest she could buy them a Bang Bang, a Knock Box.
Sunbean BangBang $49.90.
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Posted: 2 May 2007 12:02 am |
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jaybee2003 wrote: David Harcourt wrote: This amounts to something of a challenge for you, I feel.
Why not find out how she's gotten on?
Fingers crossed - as my newsy letter and Christmas card haven't been returned to sender yet - I live in hope. But then, I wonder if the Japanese postal service is as (un)reliable as ours.
I think I can be reasonably confident in guessing that the Japanese postal service is among the most efficient in the world. A quick story:
On my first visit to Japan I visited a large bus station. As I was leaving the station I heard an announcement:
"Would Mr Harcourt please report to the Information Desk. Mr Harcourt, a visitor from New Zealand: please report to the Information Desk."
At the Information Desk I was handed my wallet, full of banknotes of high denomination, which I had left by a pay phone.
My first impression was amazement at the honesty of the person who had returned the wallet. Then it struck me that equally amazing was their efficiency in getting an announcement - in English - to air in the time it had taken me to walk from the telephone to the entrance of the bus station. (I was just about to leave when I heard the announcement.)
Japanese people are incredibly courteous, helpful and kind.
What are the chances of a person leaving a wallet full of cash by a payphone in, say, Auckland, Hamilton or Ruatoria ever seeing it again?
(An aside: I have never forgotten the story which was published in the newspapers a decade or more ago about a party of of about 25 pre-adolescent Maori schoolchildren who visited Japan. You may remember the story: they were from some hamlet in the North Island. One of the children was caught shoplifting in a Japanese department store, and when the children's bags were examined and their pockets were turned out it was found that every one of them had stolen several items. Not one child in the 25 had stood out against the others and declined to be involved in the thievery. The children were sent home more or less immediately, and in disgrace. I have often thought about them since, whenever I think of Japan.)
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Posted: 2 May 2007 12:46 am |
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David Harcourt wrote: jaybee2003 wrote: David Harcourt wrote: This amounts to something of a challenge for you, I feel.
Why not find out how she's gotten on?
Fingers crossed - as my newsy letter and Christmas card haven't been returned to sender yet - I live in hope. But then, I wonder if the Japanese postal service is as (un)reliable as ours.
I think I can be reasonably confident in guessing that the Japanese postal service is among the most efficient in the world. A quick story:
On my first visit to Japan I visited a large bus station. As I was leaving the station I heard an announcement:
"Would Mr Harcourt please report to the Information Desk. Mr Harcourt, a visitor from New Zealand: please report to the Information Desk."
At the Information Desk I was handed my wallet, full of banknotes of high denomination, which I had left by a pay phone.
My first impression was amazement at the honesty of the person who had returned the wallet. Then it struck me that equally amazing was their efficiency in getting an announcement - in English - to air in the time it had taken me to walk from the telephone to the entrance of the bus station. (I was just about to leave when I heard the announcement.)
Japanese people are incredibly courteous, helpful and kind.
What are the chances of a person leaving a wallet full of cash by a payphone in, say, Auckland, Hamilton or Ruatoria ever seeing it again?
(An aside: I have never forgotten the story which was published in the newspapers a decade or more ago about a party of of about 25 pre-adolescent Maori schoolchildren who visited Japan. You may remember the story: they were from some hamlet in the North Island. One of the children was caught shoplifting in a Japanese department store, and when the children's bags were examined and their pockets were turned out it was found that every one of them had stolen several items. Not one child in the 25 had stood out against the others and declined to be involved in the thievery. The children were sent home more or less immediately, and in disgrace. I have often thought about them since, whenever I think of Japan.)
An incredible story for sure! The chances of similar happening in NZ sadly are close to nil. The Japanese are ever so courteous a people. We could learn much!
Staying in hotels around Europe, in the breakfast dining rooms, I was totally blown away by the amount of food many of the young Japanese women were packing away. And I mean packing! I couldn't believe my eyes.
Tiny, dainty women, nothing to them, yet goodness knows where this food went. A mountain of fresh fruit first - then a plate of scrambled eggs, sausages, baked beans with toast - then four or five sweet iced pastries. Perhaps they only ate once a day?. Perhaps that is the secret to slimness? Perhaps as the breakfast was (usually)prepaid in the nights accommodation, one ate to maximum value, perhaps it was impolite not to eat everything provided, perhaps - goodness knows. It totally blew me away anyway.
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