2025 So Far

The end of 2024 was pretty quiet without my parents around the house in Auckland. I wrapped up work for the year, I spent a lot of time at the gym, I caught up with people who hadn’t gone away on holidays. I’m at the age where my friends are all talking about injuries and ailments like gout. I spent Christmas with my sister and her in-laws out in Waiuku. The weather has been mostly warm and sunny, and I’ve been loving it.

For New Year’s Eve, I bought myself some prawns and green-lipped mussels, and cooked those up for a delicious seafood feast, then I headed to Mt Eden to watch the Sky Tower fireworks and the Harbour Bridge light show. As usual, they were a bit disappointing, but the vibe was great. I was staring out over the city close to midnight and admiring the night sky; even with all the lights of downtown Auckland, I was able to see Orion, Jupiter and Mars. It was a reflective but enjoyable evening.

I went to play badminton on New Year’s Day. After my foot injury in November, I was a bit rusty from a month off sports, and after playing almost nonstop for 90 minutes, my body began to shut down. With all the aching and tense muscles, my slipped disc triggered again, and I was in agony for two nights. Luckily I knew the stretches to do to alleviate the pain, but it would be another week before I’d be able to get a physio appointment. By that time, my pain had improved significantly and I was back to doing many of my daily activities without too much of an issue. No gym or badminton for a few weeks though. However, I did manage to do a "military grade" 3km obstacle course in Matakana as part of Sam's stag do, though I had to skip the 3m wall under orders from the physio. We were super filthy at the end of it, but it was really fun and the weather was fantastic that weekend. I rushed home to pick up dad to go to his wine club's annual general meeting which was being held on someone's property in Red Hills, and they had a bunch of alpacas and two fluffy cats that I played with.

I took dad out to Muriwai one night to try and spot the comet. Though the weather was too cloudy to spot it, it was still a beautiful place to hang out and watch the sunset. The gannets of course were all there, squawking loudly and returning from their evening fishing expedition. We tried again the next day, just by going down the road to the waterfront, but saw nothing.

Now I'm in Wellington, at an Airbnb a few doors down from one of the properties I used to live at - the one with Smudge, who has probably sadly passed away in the eight years I've been gone. The last time I was here, the city seemed pretty dead because many people hadn't returned to work yet; this time, it feels a bit more alive down Cuba Street and Willis Street, but it's awful to see the Central Library and council buildings still in a state of construction. Many of my old favourite restaurants have shut in the past few years, a result of a significant reduction in the government workforce and the state of the economy in general. Still, there's a sense of nostalgia and a triumphant homecoming; like I've spread my wings to see the world and I'm back to see where I started and honour the city that I called home for nine years. And it's odd, because I've been away for eight years now, but it doesn't seem as long as my time in Wellington.

It's been a busy weekend catching up with people and eating delicious food. Of course I went to Little Penang, and Auntie Tee recognised me after all these years. I went to the Sunday service at Central Baptist too and somehow volunteered myself for piano next weekend. There's a lot of new restaurants that my friends are taking me to over the next few days, and I'm really looking forward to connecting with all my old mates too.


Snowbirding

The year has gone by so quickly. It felt like only a few months ago that I had come back from Spain and Iceland, where I’d faced so many tumultuous events over the course of 90 days. But here I am again, ready to escape the cold and dark of winter in the northern hemisphere. This time it’s going to be simple. Just one country. Staying with my parents in Auckland. One week in Wellington. Plenty of time to catch up with people and enjoy summer.

As usual, I was a bit jittery on my way to the airport, just nervous about all the upcoming flights and timings and whether my luggage would be overweight. I finished up work in the afternoon, packed all my electronics and had dinner at Gus Tacos before taking the UP Express to Pearson Airport. Baggage drop (21kg exactly! Could have brought more maple cookies) and security were all routine and without incident. I found a public piano in the gate area but a small kid was banging about on the keyboard and I didn’t feel like hanging around for too long so I just went to my gate and did my Duolingo for the night.

Toronto to Vancouver was pretty busy, but not completely full. One of my row mates was also travelling to New Zealand, and it was her first time on a plane as well! The flight was uneventful, though I managed to do some work on my website, miraculously. It didn't seem like that long before we had passed Calgary and the Rockies and began descending into Vancouver. A short layover and I was back in the skies over the Pacific Ocean.

I think I managed to get six hours of sleep, of which only four were uninterrupted. They kept feeding us at strange hours and so I kept waking up to eat. This why I’m fat. I continued doing some work on my websites to pass the time; the power supply on the plane kept my laptop going pretty well.

There’s something emotional about coming into Auckland. I always have Dave Dobbyn’s Welcome Home playing - I know the song wasn’t written for expats but I appreciate the sentiment and emotion of the song. As the plane finally descends below the cloud line, I see the beautiful blue waters of the Waitemata and Manukau Harbours, Rangitoto, the rolling Bombay Hills, and the Sky Tower. It’s been fourteen hours in the sky, and finally, I’m home.


A Wisconsin Thanksgiving

I’ve really enjoyed my time here in Wisconsin, this short stint over American Thanksgiving. I wouldn’t say it’s a particularly interesting place, but the people that I got to meet and catch up with were my primary reasons for coming here. There was a lot of food and alcohol, and some hilarious memories that we’ll talk about on our Discord for years to come. Insinkerator-gate!

I guess it was nice to just have a very quiet holiday where I could wake up late every day and not worry about work for an extended weekend. No obligation to code something for the website or fix bugs. Couldn’t even really go explore by myself since it was so cold and I had no transport, but I did get to see a little bit of the surrounding towns and countryside. Stoughton has a very strong Nordic presence, and I got smashed off a 10oz cup of cider before sobering up at Culvers, known for their butter burgers and frozen custard. Went up to Madison once to have brunch on Saturday, there happened to be a cat store with two cute voids sitting around. At dinner, we watched a bit of Jet Lag, a YouTube channel where in this particular season, they had turned New Zealand’s highway system into a board game and raced from Cape Reinga to Bluff. We also played Lynked: Banner of the Spark, and it was a genuine joy to learn that so many in the room had purchased the game and were playing it too.

I was supposed to meet Matt in Chicago during my six hour layover but he wasn’t feeling too well so I ended up venturing to Logan’s Square for some food by myself. It was all terrible. The pizza was too salty and the ice cream was gross and too sweet. Better than being cooped up in the airport at least, so after I had acquired all my food, I headed back to the airport. Security was a breeze and I’ve just been sitting around monitoring my Duolingo progress and organising things for my last full week in Toronto.


Busy. Busy busy busyyyyyy

It seems like the only time I have available to sit down and blog is when I’m at the airport. I’m on my way to the US to visit some old friends from Psypoke days for US Thanksgiving. FuzzyBot has declared a studio holiday for today and tomorrow so I took advantage of it and booked flights to Wisconsin when they dropped to $360. This might also be one of the last times I’ll be in the US for the next four years.

It’s been crazy busy for the past few months. We released our game into early access on Steam and have been met with very positive reviews so far, but a few issues around stability and performance. But we’re all incredibly proud of what we’ve made, and I’ve never had such encouraging feedback from my friends who have actually downloaded the game to play. We have a lot to do before world wide launch next year, but things are looking good for Lynked: Banner of the Spark!

Summer was busy too. There was Pride and Canada Day. I got Fourth of July off as well, so I did a day trip to Hamilton to see the waterfalls, as well as a Costco run where I didn’t think I would buy much, but I ended up spending $96 on cereal, dried fruits and a beautiful hydrangea plant that later died. There were food festivals, barbeques, lots of cat friends, a trip to a free zoo in Peterborough, ice cream, and many lobster dinners. I went to the CNE and got some soft shelled crab and saw a kapa haka performance from a troop from Canterbury. We went up to North Bay for Labour Weekend and Algonquin for Thanksgiving to see the fall colours. There were some stunning auroral lights that we caught by Brampton - twice this year! - a great sign of the solar maximum. There was the salmon run at Port Hope and Etienne Brulé Park. There was Mooncake festival and the Final Fantasy VII REBIRTH concert with Arnie Roth conducting the Toronto Symphony Orchestra once more. I got introduced to Activate, I went to Nuit Blanche, I went comet hunting, I did a day trip to Niagara on the Lake, I met my fellow Torontonian workmates for dinner, I made dumplings and I wandered around the Christmas market at the Distillery District (but it was on a Tuesday so it was free). Things have really been so much nicer with someone to join me on all these things to do around the city and the province.

I’ll be heading back to New Zealand for Christmas this year. Looking forward to all that summer sunshine again, as well as family and friends that I haven’t seen since…well, technically last year, I guess. I’m lucky to have a job that lets me work remotely and will try to use this benefit as much as I can.


Return to Newfoundland

Last year in August, we spent a week in Newfoundland, travelling all around the island and sampling the best of what it had to offer. What we discovered was a magnificent island with untouched beauty and so much fewer people than tourist hotspots like Banff. We vowed to come back, and this year, here we are again, only visiting the west side but getting the opportunity to revisit a bunch of places and cover some more of the remote areas. A week ago, we flew into Deer Lake, picked up our rental vehicles, did some grocery shopping, and settled into our Airbnb. Wifi was spotty and I could hear literally everything happening in the kitchen, but it was comfortable at least.

Thanks to my recent Canadian citizenship, I was able to get free entry for the whole car to Gros Morne National Park. We started off with the Green Gardens hike, a trail which leads to some rugged shoreline and some lush landscapes. In the afternoon, we hiked to Baker Brooks Falls. Both were a warmup for the next day’s hike to the top of the Tablelands.

Said to be a part of the exposed mantle, the landscape of the Tablelands is mostly barren and almost like an alien world, littered with interesting rocks and minerals. On the drive over, I spotted a female moose on the side of the road, which I found incredibly exciting and felt like my Canadianess had increased as a result. The start of the hike began on a boardwalk, and we continued past the end by following the main stream and began the ascent to the plateau. I find this kind of terrain interesting for hiking, and my long legs help me climb rocks with ease. At the plateau, we waited for the rest of the group to catch up and then crossed to the other side of the gorge to begin the descent. This terrain was unpleasant to walk on, and this was worsened by several black flies that perpetually buzzed around our heads. After an hour or so, we began the descent by following another stream back to the boardwalk. All in all, the hike took around six hours to complete. This was far less enjoyable than Gros Morne, but still an achievement to be proud of. We relocated to Rocky Harbour for our accommodation, where the Wifi was strong but I was on the sofa bed and had no privacy and no curtains to block the 5am sun.

With the major hikes out of the way, we did the Western Brook Pond boat tour, a cruise around a glacial carved valley with some fantastic cliffs and waterfalls adorning them. We were lucky that the morning rain had stopped in time for us to enjoy the time on the boat, and the clouds began to part slightly at the end of the cruise as well. We ended the day with a short hike around Berry Hill, and a sunset viewing at Lobster Cove Head Lighthouse.

On Tuesday, we started the long drive to the northern tip of the island. We stopped by Arches Provincial Park for a breather and continued to Port au Choix, where we saw several caribou (also known as reindeer!). Our Airbnb was in St Lunaire Griquet, and though I had a room to myself, the heating was dependent on the controls in the other room, and worse, the water smelt extremely metallic and unpleasant.

Originally we had planned to cover the historical Viking site L’Anse aux Meadows on Thursday, but since the forecast was looking wet, we brought it forward to Wednesday. We had also abandoned plans to visit Labrador due to complications with the ferry. It was fascinating to learn about the Viking settlement. Since migrating in different directions from Africa thousands of years ago, the arrival of these Norsemen marked the reunion of the Western European world with the Eastern travellers that colonised Russia and North America. We spent some time at Burnt Cape Ecological Reserve before returning to L’Anse aux Meadows for dinner at the Norseman Restaurant.

The clouds and cold rolled in on Thursday. We spent some time in St Anthony, admiring the view from Fishing Point. We spotted two icebergs floating in the sea, and drove to St Anthony’s Bight to take a closer look at one of them. We tried to follow the road along the coast to find the other, but that area was so devoid of accessible roads that we couldn’t really find a good viewing point, so we just went home and rested. Dinner was at a restaurant just five minutes away, and by that time, the rain was really bucketing down.

Our drive back to Deer Lake was long and boring, but we finished off our time in Newfoundland was a visit to the Insectarium. This was surprisingly interesting, and well worth the $15 and one hour we spent there. The butterfly garden lets you get up close with several colourful species of butterfly, and on the main exhibit floor, the staff were happy to take many of the live insects out for you to hold, including stick insects, millipedes and cockroaches! It’s been a wonderful week but I’m looking forward to being back in comfort in my own bed and apartment. Next week is a short week for work with both Canada Day and Independence Day being holidays for us.

Summer has been busy so far. I visited Little Canada, did Doors Open, saw Hadestown, and went to African Lion Safari. Matt visited from Cleveland and we went to the Illuminarium at the Distillery District, the cat cafe in Scarborough, and the fireworks for Victoria Day at Woodbine Beach. I had a very boujie dinner at Louis Louix thanks to FuzzyBot, and Korean barbeque lunch to farewell John, Tina and May. I finally finished the main story of Final Fantasy VII Rebirth, but still have a bunch of side quests to complete. In the meantime, I’m determined to make the most of the magnificent weather while I can, and it feels like I’ve accomplished so much already.