Where we went
August 15th 2008 10:49
One of the accountants at work is away for a couple of weeks to Australia – to one of those places on the Gold Coast where the sun never ceases to shine. Apparently.
Last time he and his wife went away it was on one of those Pacific Island cruises, though fortunately not the one that went through the storm which threw everyone on board off their chairs and smashed crockery and threw stuff out of cupboards. Not such fun.
We’ve just spent the evening watching someone’s photos from his overseas trip. Not the complete 1400 that he took, but a decent selection. He used a data projector, but it was very similar to the old days when people had a slides evening and showed you endless shots of places that weren’t at all familiar. Which I guess was the point.
The nice thing about this lot of photos was that he travelled to some of the places we went on our holiday last year, so we could compare notes, and say, every so often, We went there! I’ve been there! And so on.
Makes the world seem a much smaller place, somehow. And what’s strange is that out of the ten or so people in the room, most of us had been to England at some point. Even though no one calls it ‘Home’ anymore, as my grandmother used to do (though she’d never been there), there’s still a great connection between Kiwis and Great Britain. I guess many of us have ancestors who came from there, as the person showing the photos tonight did, or we may even have parents who were born there, as my father was.
Olde England may have tried to cut us off, but the knot seems to be fairly firmly attached still.
Last time he and his wife went away it was on one of those Pacific Island cruises, though fortunately not the one that went through the storm which threw everyone on board off their chairs and smashed crockery and threw stuff out of cupboards. Not such fun.
We’ve just spent the evening watching someone’s photos from his overseas trip. Not the complete 1400 that he took, but a decent selection. He used a data projector, but it was very similar to the old days when people had a slides evening and showed you endless shots of places that weren’t at all familiar. Which I guess was the point.
The nice thing about this lot of photos was that he travelled to some of the places we went on our holiday last year, so we could compare notes, and say, every so often, We went there! I’ve been there! And so on.
Makes the world seem a much smaller place, somehow. And what’s strange is that out of the ten or so people in the room, most of us had been to England at some point. Even though no one calls it ‘Home’ anymore, as my grandmother used to do (though she’d never been there), there’s still a great connection between Kiwis and Great Britain. I guess many of us have ancestors who came from there, as the person showing the photos tonight did, or we may even have parents who were born there, as my father was.
Olde England may have tried to cut us off, but the knot seems to be fairly firmly attached still.
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