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Nelson itself is beautiful. Pam attended a recorder workshop there some years ago and has wanted to show Ian round ever since. We strolled the streets, saw the goldsmith where the Great Ring of Sauron was forged for the movieate memorable fishy feasts, and visited wineries.
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For years Nelson hosted the unique Wearable Art fashion festival, and in the World of Wearable Art Museum we found incredible clothes -- the Bizarre Bra collection was a particular favorite of Ian's. Twirling mannequins waft past on a rotating circular stage, with rock-show effects of piercing colored lights and pulsing music, decked out in the most outlandish costumes: Leaving Nelson we traveled northwest to the tip of the South Island. For old times' sake we hiked part of the Tasman Track to the beach where in January we and our girls camped with two friends from Calgary and their 6-week old daughter.
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Golden Bay really is amazing: As it happens, Jo and her then-unborn nowyear-old son are visiting us right now, over Christmas, as we write this letter. A highlight of the year was a visit from very old In nearly four decades ago! Marie and Pam worked as computer operators in Calgary University Data Centre, and with them we have shared countless unforgettable experiences, from castrating bullocks to sexing ducks, from trips on the honey wagon Jim's septic tank service to whisky-soaked wild-west barn-dance shindigs. Marie even came to see us way back when in Wivenhoe, tiptoeing nervously through century Suffolk villages, terrified that the ancient, rickety buildings might choose that moment to fall -- on her -- and showing staid English pubs how Alberta girls party.
These two have often shared their extraordinary country lifestyle with us and we were eager to give them a taste of ours. Jim, prairie born and bred, overcame his dread of flying to come halfway round the world, and while here we worked hard on his aversion to water beer has never been a problem. With them we drank champagne in a private frond-fringed sandy-bottomed hot pool. We strolled the beaches at Raglan on the west coast and Mount Manganui on the east. We swam in the surf Jim wisely decided that someone had to guard the clothes. We went sailing, a terrified Jim wincing as the boat heeled, ever so slightly, and dissolving in panic at every tack. We even spent a night aboard.
As Jim recorded in the logbook, "enjoyed the company immensely. Not so sure about the experience. All in all we had a great time showing these country Albertans bits of our life. We entertained many other visitors. On the ferry back from Nelson Ian was surprised by a tall rangy woman bounding up and calling his name in a loud Northern Irish accent. Fortunately she introduced herself and her husband: Later they came to stay for a long weekend, and we took them out on the Hauraki Gulf despite stormy weather to round off their NZ holiday. Tim and Judith flew up from the South Island, all too briefly -- but not too briefly for Ian and Judith to enjoy a quick clarinet duet, as they always do.
Wendy came from Lethbridge to work in Ian's lab for a month. And Pam's brother Graham from Auckland visited several times with his partner Julie, as did Pam's mum. Tragically, in mid-year our faithful dog Tanzi died. After 14 years together even Ian had developed some affection for her. She slowed down over the last couple of years to the point where even short walks round the garden became a huge effort, and fortunately the end, when it came, was quick, decisive, and painless at the vet's. She's buried down the garden beside her lifelong friend and companion, our cat Cleo. We had a temporary replacement for a few months in Monty, a friend's large, energetic, boisterous dog who we looked after during her sabbatical.
Monty is crazy and lovable. His favorite toy is a now-far-from-white teddy bear who in his sleep he cradles Video hot girl xxx with his paw -- and every Naked sauna for couple in whangarei is greeted enthusiastically by Monty and Teddy and forced to extract the latter from the former's mouth and play with both. In other domestic news, we became stalwarts of the local community by signing up as Friends of the Waikato Museum, which entitles us to Saturday morning coffee, biscuits, and introductory lecture at the opening of each new exhibit. Pam again failed to win coveted membership of the Matangi Garden Club despite being on the waiting list for several years, but she did get invited to some of their meetings: Pam also attended a multi-day de-toxing juice fast at Aio Wera, a health and spiritual centre tucked away in the bush north of Auckland her brother Graham is on the Board of Directors.
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We sipped champagne and watched fireworks on Onetangi Beach increase in intensity from 9 PM, and were actually still awake when the display climaxed at midnight and the night sky over Auckland lit up to the sound of boat hooters. The year opened with brisk breezes: Brother Brian arrived in late January for the annual Big Sailing Trip, and came straight from the Cum in mature cunt to Beulah to recover from jetlag afloat. We spent 12 nights on board equivalent to a case of wine, plus plenty of other fluids. The weather was indifferent, with strong winds, and because there was no lazing about in the sunshine we traveled a long way despite having to take refuge in a sheltered anchorage for an entire day, experiencing knot gusts that had us yawing and heeling violently at anchor.
The tenor of the trip is summed up in this brief but evocative log entry: Manages to catch glass. And then glass with Brian's toothbrush capsized, toothbrush went over the side! Resolutely continuing despite this debilitating gear loss, we made it to the Bay of Islands in fresh southerlies. We got this far a couple of years ago, but this year we continued north, powering past the beautiful Cavalli islands in a brisk breeze, patchy drizzle and heavy seas, finally anchoring in Northland's remote, stunningly fjord-like, well-sheltered Whangaroa Harbour. Having come so far we were concerned about getting back before the wine ran out, so after buying a toothbrush and a short night's sleep we left early in the morning 6 and 7 AM starts were a feature of this trip and beat back nervously against strong winds to the Bay of Islands.
There we had our only really nice sunny morning, celebrating with a slow start and the usual bacon and pancakes in an idyllic sandy bay. Suddenly a flotel anchored nearby. Swarms of heathens descended in canoes and landing craft. Huge tourist launches zoomed through. The wind dropped and we made slow progress. We picked oysters off the rocks in Whangamumu Bay, which is just as lovely as the handbook says. We anchored at Oakura Bay, Anna's wedding venue. We even managed to stop overnight at an island in the remote Hen and Chickens group that we had visited on a previous trip.
As mentioned in our Christmas Letter landing is prohibited on these wildlife sanctuaries, but they are worth visiting for the birdsong alone. This year we were awoken by strange sounds in the middle of the night, and came on deck to an unforgettable dolphin display. They trailed streaks of phosphorescence like gilded streamers of sparkling light, and noticing us they came and swam right beside Beulah. Being invited to share their fun was one of the most magical experiences of our lives. Next morning was less magical, though, as we set off early in heavy rain and indifferent winds; the following day we experienced very strong winds over 25 knots for the final leg back past a couple of America's Cup yachts practicing for our next victory.
It was a great adventure, and despite or because of the poor weather we traveled further than we ever dreamed we could. There were many lesser sailing trips. As usual we spent Easter weekend at the Waiheke Island Jazz Festival with Neil and Karen, and did a little eating and sailing around with them. Ian went off with clarinet player Sarah and her husband for a weekend, and they picked up another clarinetist Murray, with his daughter, from their holiday bach for another little sail around. He also took out a couple of graduate students, catching a fish for lunch and another for them to take home. Ian had some interesting international travels.
First he gave a course in Honolulu, spending several days there including a trip around Oahu guided by the same man who took Nikki and John around a few months later. It's a fascinating island, with densely vegetated and apparently vertical cliffs on the west side and an amazing variety of flowers and trees. The hotel was right on Waikiki beach: From there to an undistinguished conference in North Carolina, and on to Belfast for a great week with his mum and sister. He spent much time on the water, racing and sailing in Pippa's kids' many boats, walked, and ate and drank inordinately well.
The next jaunt was to a conference in Suzdal, a small well-preserved town near Moscow, with forty old and impressive churches and monasteries serving a population of just a few hundred. He was surprised that although many tourists and quite a few chilly wedding parties strolled around Red Square and the Kremlin, he never heard any English or other European language. The Russian people seemed dour, unfriendly, and unhelpful: They reminded him of our sheep. Lambs gambol happily until they reach a point one day when they look around and say "I'm a sheep! However, he did have some interesting musical experiences, improvising to Ukrainian folk tunes at the conference dinner.
Following Russia he went to Swansea for a brief visit and Sheffield for a nice day with brother Brian. It was a perfect oasis on a drizzly day; we happily lit the potbelly stove with the provided wood and kindling and kicked back. Ready to get comfortable in your own skin and ditch your tan lines in New Zealand? Admittedly, finding a locale with a resort is the first step. Pineglades Naturist Resort pool. Most resorts are a bit off the beaten path, by design not all that easy to spot from the road, and sometimes gated with locks. As a result we find ourselves making repeat phone calls right before arriving to get gate combos, parking our car outside locked gates and hiking a ways.
One resort was completely surrounded by a new suburb. The road-facing foliage on privacy hedge at the resorts entrance looked like out lost out in a chainsaw massacre. Before turning into the living spaces, we encountered a parking lot with 20 or so randomly stored plastic outhouses, which gave us serious pause. Despite it all, we decided to persist. Once inside, the grounds featured magnificently manicured gardens. We not only decided to stay, we stayed a couple days. Yes, even nudists need to do laundry! The most popular resort we visited, Rotata, was a geothermal delight.