You know you are becoming a Kiwi when...........

You start wearing shorts as soon as the slightest bit of sun appears ..... even if it is blowing a gale and bloody cold!

Your kids (and occasionally even you!) start going around the supermarket without shoes on.

Wellies are no longer Wellies they are Gum Boots and Flip Flops are Jandels. You also develop the ability to wear said "Jandels" in all weathers.

Your kids can demonstrate how to curl into a ball during and earthquake and point your bottom (or butt as my five year old likes to say) at a window.

Everything is "Awesome" and "Sweet As"!

Language Problems

Do you ever have those weeks when it feels like life is hurtling by at such a fast pace and you are just managing to cling on by the tips of your fingers? That is what the past few weeks have been like in the Brunt household. We submitted our Residency application two weeks ago and have been waiting hopefully and somewhat apprehensively for any news from Immigration. This week we get a phone call to say that we can collect our original documents (birth certificates and the like) from Wellington as they have finished with them. Yippee I think, maybe they are going to make a really early decision. No such luck. When I collect the documents there is a letter inside saying that they need the Police Certificate from Belgium translated into English. Fair enough I suppose but I think it was unfair to let me get my hopes up!

Then on arrival home I find a message from our Case Officer with a long list of other documents that they now require. Proof of a stable relationship (marriage certificate and the same surname on all documents is not enough), Academic transcripts (degree certificate not enough) and letters from previous employers stating start dates and finish dates (contracts of employment and staff appraisals not enough!).

Now I can understand they need to be thorough and I suppose none of what they asked for is unreasonable, although it is a repetition of evidence that we already sent. It just makes me feel like they are unwilling to believe the evidence as first presented and that they in fact think we are presenting ourselves as something that we are not. It is not nice to feel that you have to prove who you are and have someone doubt that what you are saying is the truth.

However our Case Officer had ample opportunity to find out all about us when she rang the other day. My three year old answered the phone and had a long conversation with her while I was hanging out the washing. I have no idea what she chatted about but based on previous experience she probably got our life stories. Three year olds like to tell everyone in great embarrassing detail all about their lives and exactly what their Mummies and Daddies have been doing.

Nevermind - I am sure it will all be worth it in the end!


I think Immigration will have a hard time not giving my eldest residency status. She is already sounding so much like a Kiwi I am having trouble understanding what she says. We no longer have fish and chips it "Fush and Chups". Ten is pronounced "tin" and everything is "Awesome!". I am still waiting to hear that things are "sweet as" but I am sure it will not be long before that is added to her reportoire.

Nan & Grandad Arrive in New Zealand

After nine months of talking to the grandchildren on Skype the day finally arrived when we would see how the two girls were surviving in their new home, New Zealand. As we circled Wellington the pilot advised there would be some turbulence as we approached the airport, having seen the various horror videos on U Tube we braced ourselves and checked the seat belts.

Unfortunately we had arrived on one of the many days that Wellington experiences gales and after the first drift to the right and then the left everyone fell silent and white knuckles were the order of the day. I can only say the videos on U Tube do not do the landing justice, it is much more terrifying!

Even when the plane came to a stop the wind rocked it gently back and forth. It was really interesting to watch two burly porters trying to hold onto an elderly lady in a wheelchair as she appeared to kite surf off across the tarmac.

All I can say is, it was well worth it to see the family and the old hearts need a bit of kick start now and again.

First impressions are good and we like being asked if we have good day, the Kiwis have a way of making it sound genuine, must be the rising inflection at the end of the sentence. Not too sure of some of the favourite sayings, such as ‘too right mate’ or ‘no worries’, but my favourite so far is the one used by Kiwis women during most conversations ‘ I was gutted’. Somehow they manage to slide this one in regardless of the subject under discussion.

It is great being referred to as a ‘guy’ in restaurants and shops and you soon feel relaxed and at ease, nearly as laid back as the average Kiwis.

The access to the countryside is amazing and you cannot help but be blown away by the landscape which is every bit as beautiful as the tourist guides indicate. It was not long before we were off on our first hike into the forest following the adventurous route across rope bridges and paddling in freezing cold streams. We watched as our daughter and son in law show the children what fun it is too paddle in the river, the resulting sand flea bites which consumed several tubes of antihistamine cream over the next week were an unexpected hazard.
Oh it’s great to be old and wise!

If you visit any country park it soon becomes apparent that public enemy number one is the poor old Possum, an Australian the Kiwis would evidently prefer had stayed at home.

Warning signs abound advising all visitors that poison has been laid to kill the Possum. Something called 1080 appears to be the poison of choice but I notice not all Kiwis agree with the use of this chemical and there is rising concern over possible unknown side effects of such wide use.

Visited Wellington for the second time this week and cannot help but be bowled over by what is a really interesting city, clean air, great facilities and a great variety of people. It is a real mix of cultures that integrate in a way you rarely see in other cities in the world. The city has obviously had to adapt to the change and develop facilities for new business and commerce, but to and independent observer it has done this sympathetically without losing its character or heritage. The waterfront development is a good example of the changes implemented whilst retaining the heritage too which Wellington owes so much.

Had lunch on the waterfront yesterday, never seen so many joggers of various sizes and shapes using there lunch hour to repair the damage of late nights and good food. Could not quite understand why two elderly joggers were wearing life jackets, but perhaps they had fallen in the harbour on previous outings.

We are hear for the next three months so we hope to see more of New Zealand and if I am lucky M may let me use her Blog again to report on how we view life in the new world.