Changing Allegiance

 

On Sat, 30 Sept 2023, 9:29 pm Don McDonald, <swaggie2@gmail.com> wrote:

Hello All,

I have just done an online application to take up New Zealand citizenship - Yaay

So to make this email more worth reading, I've put the keyboard to task (Not ChatGPT) telling the story in rather wobbly verse.

I am writing to let you know today

That my Aussieness is drifting away

For an hour or two I tapped and swore

At an Online Application that kept asking for more

What was my Mother's maiden Name?

Who was my Dad? I entered twice,

And where was I married ( a place so nice)

Then while I was phoning a referee

The program timed out, making it three.

I had to ring back for the passport number

Email, phone and street address I knew

Knowing other's passport details very few

Could claim to have that down pat.

What got me doing this I hear you ask

And hand on heart I can say quite true

With the woeful Wallabies, it had nothing to do

But after forty-five years I've been here longer

Than I ever spent in the Island yonder

What is it you've done you ask again

May even think it has caused much pain

But Hansen, Dutton and the likes of Joyce

Have left me with not a serious choice

If I pass the test, though I have no Iwi

Could be; in nineteen months I'll be a Kiwi.

Y'All keep safe,

Our memories are still running at full throttle, we had so many great
experiences in North America it is impossible to get it all summarised
in a few lines.



We rode our bicycles from Montreal to New York, caught a bus from
there to Washington DC, then rode to Charlottesville VA by way of
Harper's Ferry and the Blueridge Skyway, from Charlottesville we
caught a train to Birmingham, Alabama then rode from there to New
Orleans, with the exception of 4 occasions when we were offered a ride
in pickup trucks over 30 or 40 miles of dicey roads.
East Dixsville, Portland, Boston, Cape Cod, Plymouth, Mystic Seaport,
Port Jefferson, Hoboken, Manhatten, Washington, Charlottesville,
Birmingham, Beatrice, Orange Beach, Dauphin Island, Gautier, Biloxi,
Bay St Louis, New Orleans and Santa Monica are places we will remember
for a long time to come - the last mentioned because it was here I had
the only mishap of the trip - hit by a car coming out of a driveway,
no serious damage, but I did the tour of the Getty Museum sitting in a
wheel chair, propelled by Val! - the others for the people we met
there and the things we experienced. The train trip from New Orleans
to Los Angeles was a great way to finish our ride, the food was good,
the sleeping car very comfortable and  the observation car, by far the
best way to see the hard desert country of the South,

Every day we set out saying goodbye to new friends, warmed by the
hospitality of people who hardly batted an eyelid when we stopped our
bikes and asked if there was somewhere we could camp for the night, if
we had dropped in from the sky it could not have been much different,
but in the whole three months there were very few times when we did
not find a camp and a new experience with our next lot of friends.

We experienced the election campaign from the side of the road,
candidates sign boards were almost a hazard at times, the talk on our
small radio was mostly aimed at what the President had not done, or
had done that did not meet the approval of the "tea party". Some
people we met were proudly displaying "kitchen cabinet" fridge badges,
others were wishing for "less government".

Everywhere was feeling the effects of a hot dry summer, our first
"Warm Showers" host in Maine, was unable to offer us a shower owing to
the shortage of water, they depended on rainwater for their needs. We
talked with people who had lost close friends in the 9/11 attacks, one
had witnessed the second plane crashing into the side of a tower,
later on the effects of Hurricane Katrina were very much evident and
still fresh in the minds of people who had lived through it.

In Alabama, the importance of hunting to the people, and the economy I
suspect, became very evident and we, for the first time, became aware
of the gun culture. One casual meeting outside a rural post office led
to a person expressing amazement that we were travelling on our bikes,
camping along the way, and we did not have a gun, another suggested
that should we approach a house in the night, that it would be prudent
to knock on the door and step well back, not wasting any time in
identifying ourselves. We made sure to be well "tucked in" before dark
after this.

in Bay St Louis we spent three days working with a team of "Habitat
for Humanity" house builders, getting to meet young people from all
parts of the country as well as some of the locals like Al the Baker
who baked fantastic bread three days a week out the back of our
favourite "Mockingbird Cafe". Al kept giving us loaves of freshly
baked French bread, and would not accept payment as he "liked
cyclists".

The Second 1000 kms

The 2nd thousand Kms took us just over 4weeks, from Boston to Birmingham, Alabama.We ferried across to Cape Cod, took a bus out of New York to Washington, and an overnight train from Charlottsville to Birmingham. Amazing friendly hosts made it possible for us to stay handy to all that the cities had to offer, most especially the art museums.
Having biked this way and that through Manhattan I find myself saying, we can do anything. It was only scary for a while. Washington seemed like a little village by comparison, and stuffed full of wonderful treasures in the Smithsonian museums. The Canal path out of Washington was as gentle as the Skyline/ Blue Mountain road was tough going. With a forecast for considerable rain we jumped on the train, to be met in sunny Alabama by Serena and Jim, and whisked away to their lovely home.
Although we always knew we would not ride the whole way from Montreal to New Orleans I think we both secretly hoped we might. Once we acknowledged this we settled down for a more relaxing....

Third thousand Kms...
We pottered south from Birmingham, through rough hunting country, towns remembered for Civil Rights activism, past (and sometimes camping behind)every sort of church and with delightful weather. The bugs were bigger, fire ants and itchy things. We saw a man finishing off a decent sized rattle snake, and the news told us that bears were invading from the north and swimming the Mississippi. Once at the coast we turned right, for New Orleans and were over whelmed by the ongoing catastrophe of hurricane Katrina. Wrecked coastline, homes, businesses and communities. I think everyone we spoke to mentioned Katrina within the first minute of conversation. The oil spill is like another knock back, to an already battered community We helped out at a Habitat for Humanity site for 4 days, good fun and a well run project. New Orleans was easy going and a fun visit, food, music and museums. It was so nice to sit still. at last, on the 48 hour train ride to LA. We had a minute sleeping cupboard, nice food and endless amazing views of the desert,(never let me try to ride anywhere near there please)
We planned this trip that we would meet people, and be able to talk with them. We chose the East side of USA to see historic places,small towns as well as cities and the coast, with the expectation of varied cultures,climates and geography. Any stereotypical views we might have harbored about America and Americans have been well and truly smashed. We have loved it all,expectations surpassed and we are deeply grateful to all those generous folk who made it SO special.

Possum in the Headlights – an Alabama story.

“Buddy” did'nt know we were camping on his property until he looked out the window of his house and saw strange lights flickering in his paddock, half a mile away. We had spoken to a chap operating a digger on Buddie's property and he said he thought it would be ok, as long as we “took out our trash”.
“Get out around the back of the hill near those trees where the crazies won't see you” was his advice as I thanked him and headed back to my bike.
We were sitting finishing our meal when headlight beams sliced through the darkness around the side of the low hill which shielded us from the road. Like a possum caught in the headlights, I stood and began walking towards the vehicle which came to a stop about 20 paces from where we'd been sitting. Reflected in the dashboard lights I could make out a man in his mid to late forties, eyes a bid bleary looking as if he'd had a few drinks, I could not see past him to ascertain if he had a gun on the seat!
“We're cycle tourists from New Zealand. Do you own this land” I asked
“Yes Sirr“
“We spoke to the bloke on the digger and he said he thought it would be ok to camp here, is it OK?”
“Yes Sirr, thats fine. Where yaaal from ?”
“We started in Montreal and we're headed for New Orleans”
“Montreal Canada?” incredulously
“Yeah, 8 weeks ago”
“ Yew got ever thin yew want there?”
“Yes thanks, we carry everthing we need, are very careful campers and will leave only footprints”
“Ok Sirr, then yew have a good night”
Then “ Yew say yure frome Ontario ?”
“No, New Zealand”
He turned the ute and bumped back around the track out of the paddock.

We finished our tea, crawled into out tent, read for awhile and were just dozing off to sleep when a glow from vehicle lights lit up the inside of the tent.
Dressed in my cycle touring pyjamas, I was not really in a state to welcome visitors, so I unzipped the tent fly and stuck my head out, the ute was on the far side of the tent.
“Hope ahm not disturbin ya'll, ma wife sent some sausages and pork ribs down for yew” It was our landlord back again.
“Thanks very much that's very kind “ The ute door opened and he made his way around to my side of the tent and handed me an alfoil tray, containing the barbequed food, then hurriedly made his way back to the ute.
“They's a Homecomin Dance on back at the school, I just come on down to see things are all right, hope I'm not disturbin y' all”
“No, that's fine, hey these sausages are really good” They were spicy hot and salty, I passed one into Val – she took a bite and almost caught fire, too hot for her.
“Ah got some bread and mustard here if ya want”
“No, wer're okay, if fact we've not long finished our tea, but I'll just have to have another one of these sausages and the rest will be good tomorrow for lunch”
A long pause then “Well if ya'll right here I'll be goin now, Ya'll have a good night'
“I'm sure we will thanks, night”
The ute rolled off, following the swathe cut by its headlights, but only travelled 20 metres when the tail lights blazed and it backed up to the tent once more.
'I hope ahm not disturbin y'all again, but where 'r yew frome”
I poked my head our again
“No, you're not disturbing us, We're from New Zealand”
“I used ter work urp n Quebec, got a good buddy still up there”
Öh yeah, what sort of work was that”
“Forestry, it's sall forestry round here”
“Are you still in forestry”
“Yeah, I run a logging machine”
Here was my chance to show off my logging knowledge
“Do you operate a feller/buncher”
“Yessir, I do”
“It's all pretty flat land round here I guess
““Yessir, not too hilly, not like Canada. I went to a logging conference up there a year or two ago, they sure know their logging up there”
The conversation went on like this for a while, then went he was quiet and I could see a blue light coming from his cell phone as he opened it and began dialling. Shortly a canned voice drifted over to me, saying that so and so could not take the call now but call back later.
We fancy buddy wanted to check with his mate in Quebec as just where in Canada was this place called New Zealand.

 

Supermarket missions

Don has had it hard with out his Vegmite, and my supply of Peppermint tea was seriously interrupted.

 

Why no tandem ???
Don races down hills as fast as poss, while I, having struggled to the top, like to savour the down hill experience.

 

Sausage buddy
WE camped in a fairly desolate field, having been told the owwer probably would not mind. While eating dinner a huge Ute bounded across through the darkness. 'Buddy 'leaned out of the window and said its all fine. stay as long as you like.
When well asleep,about 10 30, he returned to say it was sad we missed the Homecoming game the previous night. It was also sad we missed the dance H tonight, but..oh yes stay as long as you like... He gave us a box of very spicy snd rather burned sausages. Don popped out of the tent, having pulled on some pants and tried to make conversation about the logging industry and local issues. 'Buddy'said again we could stay as long as we liked, and headed off. As we were 3 days between shops the sausages were very welcome.

 

A Bike for Serena
Jim and Serena were great hosts in Birmingham. Jim is keen to cycle tour, but Serena prefers to make glorious patchwork quilts. This may just solve the problem

More from Val

 

In Praise of Ponchos.
I have in the past been quite dismissive of cheap plastic ponchos.. well...
While in Toronto I bought a smart new biking rain jacket. It has long long sleeves, zippy underarms and is a lovely red colour. On it first outing I was thrilled, dry inside , comfy and warm. But then it really rained, record breaking rain it was too. The rain coursed off my helmet and through the over large neck hole of the jacket. My body was soon soaked and cold, and big pools of water collected round my elbows in the sleeves. I solved the problem that day with a super market bag under the helmet and a bundle of rags round my neck.
Yesterday I bought a cheap plastic poncho, and already have delighted in is efficacy. Worn over the red jacket it sheds the rain. Don says I look like the Vicar of Dibbly, cosy, round and very content.
At a recent camp ground there were no showers of washing facilities. Don solved an old problem of clothes washing by filling an empty pannier bag with water and clothes, and swishing it round for a bit. I can feel a poncho combo coming on. With a pannier of water up a tree, and a syphon pipe coming down to my neck I will be inside the poncho, enjoying a very public yet private shower.

 

As the day got hotter and the hills steeper I called for time out under a tree. We lay back and watched the buzzards circling way high. The sky blackened very fast and as the first huge drops of water fell we hurried to put up pinky, out little shelter tent. The thunder shook the ground and the lightening really did crack overhead. Sadly we had put up the tent inside out, so the rain drained in through the vents. I relaxed with my I pod, Mozart's violin no 3 was the perfect music and played exactly the length of the storm. The temp dropped many degrees and on we went.

 

Brooklyn PI

 

One of the big moments - arriving in NEW YORK STATE.

We came over to Long Island on a ferry from New London,Conneticut, with not a little apprehension, our attempts at making contact with Warm Showers hosts had come to nothing.

 

An indication that an annual festivity involving pumpkins is not too far away, was this display on a roadside stall on our first days ride on Long Island.

 

 

We wondered if we'd made the right choice when Tommy said

"I've got a 35foot Alligator in the house, with big teeth!

Wait here a moment"

When we met Doris she was not a bit scary; a tall, willowy figure, she looked as though she'd walked many miles in the shoes of others, and had a heart of gold.

Both brought up in Brooklyn, they lived about 2 hours drive from there, which Doris pined for, but Tommy only went back for Gridiron games, and to see his Mother.

Of medium to stocky build with an implacable and unruffled expression that sat well with a man who, only a few years before, had surrendered his Private Investigators Licence. His business on Wall St had once emplyed thirty people, but Internet security checks along with other modern techniques had driven the business under, finger printing became obsolete.

Tommy and Doris were preparing to host us in style,unaware of this, I was busy getting tea underway on the Trangia camp stove when Val informed me;

"Tommy is expecting to do Hamburgers for us"

I called to him

"Hey Tom, I think we are putting enough on you by asking for a place to camp, without you feeding us as well!"

"You're not telling me you do embarressed are you?"

We had a shared meal, he did the Hamburgers I did boiled potatoes - not a traditional American meal.

After dinner we sat over a glass of wine and a can or two of beer, talking about many things, among these, the intriguing fact that Doris had a friend who'd been a Bunny Girl at one of Hefners Playboy Clubs years ago, till late in the evening, Val and Doris headed their respective ways to bed and Tommy appeared with another couple of cold cans.

I was completely oblivious to the fact that next day was the anniversary of the most traumatic event in modern American History - 9/11 and this was something personally traumatic to both our hosts.

Tommy had wandered throught the Twin Towers Plaza on the previous day, knew a lot of people, business associates, firemen and policemen who had lost their lives, then to cap it all, he witnessed the second plane fly into the tower block from the deck of a Hudson River Ferry.

No wonder he had a few beers that night, (maybe our being there made things a little easier, I hope so) Doris also knew many killed and lost someone close, a young man whom she helped raise from a baby in nappies.

Next morning when I went into the house a TV relayed a ceremony from Ground Zero, reading out the names of all the victims.

Later along the road we passed a fire station with a firemans kit placed on the ground in front of fire truck out of the shed and facing the road. Flags all along the way flew at half mast and on the media the debate raged about the nutty clergyman in Florida who threatened to burn the Koran and opinions varied on the building of a Muslim Centre in the vicinity of Ground Zero.

On The Beach - Long Island

 
 
 
 

We had no luck yesterday finding people beside the road with a patch of lawn for our tent and last night we camped on a Long Island beach at a town called Fort Jefferson. Just after dark, some of the local kids were surprised to find us there as they began to party drinking Bourbon from a bottle and smoking their joints, but seemed to accept us being there first and moved on along the beach.

Then around 3am a noisy mob arrived right alongside us, but were too preoccupied to see us, and disrobing, began skinny dipping about 10metres away. A lot of noise, screaming and yelling – one loud voice even claimed a floating pontoon for “New Zealand” They left about 4am and we'd just got back to sleep when  a couple of lads turned up looking for a missing item. As they were only a few metres away, I stuck my head out of the tent and called,

“Do you want to borrow a torch?”

A shocked Irish voice said

"Fuckin hell, who's this"

“ We're camping here, on a cycle tour from NZ.”

His shock was such that he could barely stagger over to the tent, though he took the torch, found what they were looking for , returned the torch and mumbled an apology for being so noisy earlier on.

Another night on the cycle trail.

Next night we stayed in a B & B giving ourslelves some luxury and we plan a train trip into the Big Apple.