Amy Tries Again

In Which I Eat My Hat
October 19, 2011, 10:17 AM
Filed under: In Which I Try Again

I was once a foolish individual.  I held prejudiced views.  I thought…well, this is what I thought.  For those who don’t have the energy to click on a link, here’s the condensed version: NEW ZEALAND IS BORING NO I’VE NEVER BEEN BUT WHY WOULD I EVEN WANT TO GO IT’S JUST AUSTRALIA JUNIOR ONLY BORING.

I really am very sorry.

I would like to apologise, completely and unreservedly, to the good people of New Zealand.  I was very, very wrong.  When first this blog emerged from the primordeal ooze, my vague plan was to revisit things I’d decided as a stubborn child that I Did Not Like.  I was going to Try Again – hence the name.  It’s since degenerated into COOL STUFF WHAT I DID and also RANTING IN CAPITAL LETTERS.  However, on occasion, I revisit my original mission, and absolutely everything I’ve Tried Again has been at the very least Not Horrible and at the best Absolutely Amazing And Why Was I So Wrong?

Mainly peanut butter cups. Oh, yeah.

There was a time when I thought New Zealand was a waste of time and effort.  I was prepared to allow people to continue to live there.  I wished the nation no harm.  I just didn’t see any reason why I would want to visit it when there was a vast world of excitement out there.  Of course, by the same token, I thought most places in Australia weren’t worth visiting, either.  GIVE ME EXOTICISM OR GIVE ME DEATH.  I’d realised more recently that this might just be foolish – enough, at least, to make a token resolution to visit New Zealand and have my mind changed.  Then I did nothing.

Nothing, that is, until the other day.  I got back on Sunday from a few days in Wellington for the New Zealand Improv Festival.  Yowza!  It was amazing, but impro (WHICH IS SPELT WITHOUT A V, PEOPLE) is usually pretty amazing.  I had excessive amounts of fun playing with improvisors from around New Zealand, along with a few truly spectacular fellow Australians.  It’s strangely eerie – and comforting – to meet other impro tribes.

None of this really surprised me, though.  I was, however, quite gobsmacked at just how suddenly and profoundly enamoured I was with the city of Wellington.  It is just the right size.  It is green and blue and pleasantly crisp.  There are laneways and old buildings and a big harbour.  There are fjords and good coffee and interesting places to walk.  In short – just my cup of tea.

I learnt many things in Wellington, none of them profound.  For example:

  • my Australian accent is not overt enough to stop SEVEN DIFFERENT PEOPLE asking me if I was from Christchurch.
  •  names of shops, read in one’s head with a novelty Kiwi accent, are hilarious.  The best ones were ‘Fix’ (a convenience store) and ‘Living and Giving’ (a gift shop).
  • Australian money is wrong.  I was scoffing at New Zealand’s foolish coinage (the $1 is smaller than the $2 – what foolishness!) when it was pointed out to me that $2 is, after all, a larger sum of money than $1.  MINDBLOWING.
  • speaking of Australian money, half the shops in New Zealand are exactly the same as the ones at home except 15% cheaper when you translate their prices into Australian dollars.
  • Pineapple Lumps have gelatin in them.  Happily, I didn’t realise this until after I’d eaten some.
  • Electric buses?  What?
  • WiFi can be city(centre)wide, reliable and free.  Get on it, Brisbane.
  • Aboriginal culture really isn’t integrated into mainstream Australian culture in any major way.
  • Football is following me.

The last paragraph of any post in which I’ve recently become enlightened is pretty samey.  I didn’t think I’d like it!  I DID like it!  Hooray!  I want to do it again!  I’m not going to break the mould with this post.  I was wrong about New Zealand, but now I’ve seen the light.  I also note that the budget airlines are doing $130 tickets to Christchurch.  Maybe I should check it out.  After all, I already talk like I’m from there. Bro.


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I assumed you were from Christchurch because:
1) You were at Improv Fest and I didn’t know you from the Wellington scene;
2) I thought we only had two Aussies coming over;
3) Pretty much the only NZ out-of-towners this year were Christchurch people (Eli & Hamish live in Auckland, but still count).

By way of consolation, when I was in Dunedin last week I had two people mistake me for Some Kind of Foreign Native Speaker, probably English or South African. And this was withing my own country! Sorry for articulating all my consonants…

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