1979
NORTH ISALND, NEW ZEALAND
In 1979 I travelled to New
Zealand in the pursuit of motorsport, outdoor adventure and beer. It’s the beer
that perhaps I thank for making this trip as almost like I’ve never been here
before.
I do remember, for fun, that it
was as late as the early seventy’s here that all pubs closed at 6:00pm. My travels then brought me to some very small
villages. It was a couple of times I remember the local pub being such a
fixture of the community. If the proprietor decided he had enough for the night he handed the keys to the soberest patron and only asked to keep the till
square and lock up at nights end.
Kate and my tour of the North
Island is slowing coming to an end. Having hugged the coast for most of trip
resulted in us bypassing both the much hyped tourist regions of the thermal
Rotorua and the mildly active volcanic center.
I assume they would look similar
to my 1979 trip.
1979
THOSE WERE THE DAYS
HEY EDITH, YA ARCHIE'
WEREN'T THOSE THE DAYS
BOY THE
WAY THE BEE GEES PLAYED
MOVIES
THAT JOHN TRAVOLTA MADE
GUESSING
HOW MUCH ELVIS WEIGHED
THOSE WERE THE DAYS
AND
YOU KNEW WHO YOU WERE THEN
WATCHING
SHOWS LIKE GENTLE BEN
DISCOE
DUCK AND FLEETWOOD MAC
COMING
OUT OF MY EIGHT TRACK
MICHEAL
JACKSON WAS STILL WAS BLACK
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