Paul (of Auckland-West fame) and I could hardly be more different.
He left Western Europe to live in New Zealand in 1970.
I left New Zealand for Western Europe the year before
He's an academic.
I once managed single digits in an exam in his field of expertise. (I had an off day, it was a REALLY difficult exam and I didn't really understand the subject matter in the first place...)
Somehow we stumbled over each others' blogs, it turned out that he wasn't yer typical Westie stereotype (i.e. didn't drive a Holden V8 ute, wasn't a bogan, didn't have a mullet, neither macho, lawless, nor lacking in taste.) and he seemed the sort of guy you'd like to meet.
Which we did on Sunday afternoon in the Waitakeres.
What a treat.
Just as I'd imagined him - softly spoken, subtle and witty - with a charming wife, Herta.
Went for a coffee at the Piha Beach Café.
Went for a walk on the beach.
This is what makes blogging worthwhile.....