Monday has been a great day as Greg (Air Force Flight Surgeon), Tracey (Air Force Flight Nurse), and I (Air Force Chaplain) finally got to start hanging out together. Greg and I worked together last year…so it was like old school reunion. Tracey is the new addition and is phenomenal. This is going to be great season already with the friendships that are being established.
It’s Mexican Monday so dinner tonight was at The Flying Burrito Brothers in the city centre. The reoccurring theme for our time in New Zealand is the food…and travelling around the world with different ethnic foods. I have to admit that I can’t stand Kiwi style food but their take on international cuisine is outstanding! With that in mind…don’t ever eat Kiwi style Mexican food. The problem was there was no flavor…no spice…no nothing! The three of us literally used an entire bottle of Jalapeno Sauce to make it worth our while and I’m serious! I miss Rey Azteca in good old Johnstown, PA!
It’s Mexican Monday so dinner tonight was at The Flying Burrito Brothers in the city centre. The reoccurring theme for our time in New Zealand is the food…and travelling around the world with different ethnic foods. I have to admit that I can’t stand Kiwi style food but their take on international cuisine is outstanding! With that in mind…don’t ever eat Kiwi style Mexican food. The problem was there was no flavor…no spice…no nothing! The three of us literally used an entire bottle of Jalapeno Sauce to make it worth our while and I’m serious! I miss Rey Azteca in good old Johnstown, PA!
The bus ride home was great. Every night we get on the same bus (#29) that brings us back to the hotel from Christchurch Centre. This night turned out to be completely different as the driver barely spoke English or even Kiwi English. He spoke Maori which is the native language in New Zealand. We were driving along when he suddenly stopped, sat in the road for a minute then opened the door, got out and walked around the bus. All of us (being the good military trained folks we are) got suspicious and a bit nervous. This just had bad news written all over it. The next thing we know…the bus driver gets back in the bus and tells us, “I turned down a one way street.” All three of us with American fervor begin to laugh. The driver plops himself down in his seat throws the bus into gear and starts backing up into a major 4 way intersection to get back on the main road. I guess he figured he was bigger than everyone else so he has the right of way. Three Americans on your bus must be the qualification for a learner’s permit. When finally on the main thoroughfare, we realize that there are no landmarks we recognize. At this point we wonder if we got on the wrong bus…No! He had no clue where he was or where his bus route went. He asked us if we knew where he was supposed to drive. Like good Americans military we were prepared with answers, opinions, and yes…a map. Here is Greg showing the map to the driver that got home safely. We never got on a bus with that driver ever again!
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