When dad visited the USA on business in 1993, my mum, sister and I were fortunate enough to head to California to meet him. When greeting us at the airport, he slapped a blue Los Angeles Dodgers baseball cap on my head and I’ve been a fan ever since.

I was seven at the time.

I’m now 26.

Can you believe it’s taken me almost two decades to see Dodger Stadium? Admittedly I haven’t had many opportunities, but it’s certainly something that was a ‘must’ this time around.

When season 2011 started back in April, I was following my Dodgers with an interest that was far more intense than usual. If they could make the playoffs, I’d be able to see them play while I was here. Sadly for me (and the city of Los Angeles), they pretty much stunk and were out of contention by mid August.

Despite this, I had to go on my pilgrimage to Dodger Stadium to gain a greater understanding and perspective of this historic American sporting venue.

Dodger Stadium is situated in Chavez Ravine, just north-east of downtown LA. For some reason I thought it was much further from the city, but was pleasantly surprised.

A hop, skip and a jump from central LA

A view of downtown LA as the road snakes its way to the upper deck

Although located in the ‘ravine’ the stadium is actually built into a hill. This is done for two reasons;

1) Earthquake-proofing
2) By designing the stadium in this way, fans can get to their seats with ease, regardless of whether they’re in a ground level field box or the upper deck nosebleeds. There are multiple entrances and car parks as the road winds around the stadium, each corresponding with a number on your game ticket. Think of the road as an ‘elevator’ that allows you to stop at your desired point.

Outside the main gates at the bottom of the hill

It’s soon obvious that you’re in Dodgertown USA

It was a turbulent year for Dodger fans and many local businesses
made their feelings on the ownership very clear

Don’t complain about MCG parking prices again

After making my way up the winding road to the upper level, I met a friend and walked through the open gates.

I usually wouldn’t be this excited about striding into an empty stadium in the off-season, but I couldn’t believe that I was at the place I’d seen on TV and in video games countless times throughout the years. It’s a fabled and iconic venue throughout all of America, not just Los Angeles.

My first ever view of Dodger Stadium will be with me forever

I moved around the upper deck like a kid on Christmas morning. We were a good half hour early for the tour, so I spent a while soaking up the atmosphere (of an empty stadium) and getting my head around the fact that I was at the home of one of my favourite sporting clubs.

My first impression was how good the cheapest seats in the stadium were. If I had the choice of paying $12 to sit here or $500 to sit in the Dugout Club, I know where I’d be. I can only imagine how lovely it would be to relax in the upper section of the stadium on a summer night as the sun sets and the Dodgers take the field. I’ll get back there one day for sure.

Ticketing prices for the season just gone

Once 10am rolled around, a couple more people had arrived, as well as our tour guide. There was a Japanese couple and young family of four from Detroit which meant a small and intimate tour group.

When handing over my $15 for a ticket, I said something along the lines of, “Man I feel dirty giving my money to Frank McCourt” (reference to team owner who has driven the club into the ground). I pulled my head in though. I didn’t want to be ‘that guy’ before the tour had even started!

We got the introductory spiel and a bit of history about the venue. Some of it I knew quite well while other parts were completely new and fascinating to me.

On top of the world

One of our first stops was the press box.

As someone who has studied journalism and worked in sports PR for a number of years, this was very interesting. Perhaps unsurprisingly, not a whole lot actually differed from most setups we have back in Australia.

There were three rows of labelled benches, a dining area at the back and adjacent areas for broadcast and scoreboard operations. It seems to be a tried and true formula at venues throughout the world.

The thing that struck me however was that it was an open-air media room. Yes, it was covered to shield from any (rare) wind or rain, but the lack of windows allowed you to get a sense of atmosphere, sound, emotion and feel for the life inside the stadium. I’d give my right arm to cover the Dodgers as a career, although you’d better take my left arm or my writing won’t be all that good.

Where Los Angeles’ baseball scribes praise or scorn the Dodgers

Anyone need someone to spend his life watching baseball?

The press box is named in honour of Vin Scully who is one of the world’s pre-eminent sports broadcasters.

Vin just called his SIXTY-SECOND SEASON of baseball and has just committed to a 63rd in 2012. He is an absolute treasure.

The room that bears the name of one of baseball’s most respected

Just making sure the lineup is right

The corridor outside the press box is adorned with images of famous Dodgers. From Jackie Robinson to Sandy Koufax and everyone in between. It’s a fantastic tribute and reminder of the guys who have made the club great.

Doing my best Kirk Gibson impression (watch the video here)

Gibson’s shot is baseball folklore.

Down 4-3 in Game 1 of the 1988 World Series, Dodger Manager Tommy Lasorda called him up to pinch hit despite a banged up hamstring, sore knee and the lingering effects of a virus.

Dodgers’ advance scout Mel Didier claimed to know Oakland’s legendary closing pitcher Dennis Eckersley inside out.

The following plaque with his immortal words is displayed in the Dodgers clubhouse in the batting cage that Gibson used to warm up before that historic blast that would give LA a 5-4 win and eventually a World Series title.

Needless to say, Gibson got his backdoor slider on the 3-2 count

That 1988 World Series crown is on display in the Dugout Club

At this point of the tour we burst out of the doors and into the brilliant sunshine on the lower level of Dodger Stadium. These were el primo seats. The ones behind home plate that mean plenty of TV time and hobnobbing with movie stars and hedge fund managers.

The only drawback is viewing the game through the net!

On the hallowed dirt of Dodger Stadium

It was amazing surreal to be at ground level. The whole experience was unbelievable, but this in particular.

Everything is under control guys

GET BROXTON OUT OF THE GAME RIGHT NOW!

For those unfamiliar with procedures and processes in baseball, the manager is responsible for making pitching changes when he sees his guy fatiguing or when he wants to exploit a match-up. Pitchers don’t live in the dugout with the rest of the team. They live in the ‘bullpen’ – a separate area elsewhere in the stadium that allows them to throw and limber up.

When the manager wants to make a switch, he gets on the phone to communicate with his pitching coach. This is the actual phone used in the Dodgers dugout.

The home bullpen; where pitchers psyche up (or shit themselves)

“Is that Hogg? Yes! Yes, I believe the manager has made the call to
the bullpen and sent his Australian prospect out to pitch the ninth!”

It takes a special breed of player to be a pitcher

Believe it or not, the above photo is the area where the relieving pitchers watch the game. It is a ramshackle room underneath the left-field grandstand that must feel like a sauna during day games. It’s somewhat difficult to believe that a room in this condition exists in the Major Leagues.

The pitchers keep a tally of their wins on the wall inside the bullpen

They also record quotes from… I don’t even want to know

While walking from the clubhouse to the bullpen I said, “This is the exact same walk that Jonathon Broxton makes each night before he gets lit up.” That comment was met with a chuckle from the tour and a smirk from the tour leader who tried her best to stifle a laugh remain diplomatic.

Jerseys of ‘retired numbers’ adorn the clubhouse wall

A source of inspiration for current players

Just outside the clubhouse door and the long line of retired numbers from legendary players is a frame with nothing in it. This is designed to remind players that anyone can eventually reach a level that would result in them being considered among the truly elite. I thought it was a nice touch and something that the players pass each and every time they take to the field.

Is it too late to launch a Major League career at 26?

‘Reflecting’ on what could have been

Today was one of my favourite days on this trip so far.

I seem to be saying that EVERY day which is obviously a fantastic situation to be in.

Although I am yet to see my Dodgers in action, just having inside access to the stadium gave me a true feeling of the ballclub, the facilities, the local geography and only increased my desire to return for some on-field action soon. I’m still pinching myself that I was sitting in the Dodger dugout earlier today and roaming the bullpen!

It’s actually quite funny when I think about it.

This would be no big deal to many locals and those in the baseball industry – just like it would be no big deal for me to walk on the MCG or sit in the press box.

But when my favourite sports and  one of my favourite teams in the world is almost 13,000km away, these experiences can be the most memorable.

First and foremost, I apologise for the delay between updates! As you’ll read throughout the ensuing entries, it’s been a hectic week of travel but I’ve loved every single minute.

Sitting in Auckland last Friday, it was difficult to comprehend that I only had two games remaining before heading off. When you spend more than 12 months preparing for a trip, the weeks disappear in the blink of an eye when you’re actually on the road. It’s sad, but it also goes to show how much fun I’m having.

That night we ventured back to North Harbour stadium (a third such occasion for me) to see South Africa take on Samoa. It was the first time the Springboks had seen Auckland throughout their campaign and I was really looking forward to watching them play. I’ve seen them countless times on TV and most of their superstars throughout the Super Rugby competition, however I’d never seen the national team live which is something that I was pleased to rectify.

The national anthems ring out at North Harbour

Another stirring Samoan performance of the Siva Tau

The game itself was a very entertaining contest. Despite being all but eliminated from the World Cup, Samoa sought to turn it on for their fans one last time and took it right up to the Boks. The boring, predictable South Africans tried to play their boring, predictable (but effective) kicking game much to the chagrin of the crowd (be sure to check out this Facebook page if you want a chuckle).

Although not crowd pleasing, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m completely in awe of the respective boots of Morne and Francois Steyn. These guys will kill you in multiples of three if you give them the chance, so I was thrilled to see these guys play live for the first time. They put on a first half show, confidently arrogantly attempting shots from well inside their own half, aided by a strong breeze. It was one-way traffic but South Africa only had a 13-0 lead to show for their domination.

Morne Steyn adds another three

To Samoa’s credit, they came out and forced the issue in the second stanza. It was great for the fans and great for the game, despite what the increasingly disgruntled South African fans thought. Although prevailing 13-5 (yep, a scoreless second half from one of the World Cup favourites), the game could have gone either way. There were plenty of questionable refereeing decisions against Samoa and most of the post-game media was weighted heavily in their favour. Captain Eliota Sapolu Fuimaono took it one step further and lashed out on Twitter, earning him a ban after he failed to show up to the disciplinary hearing (new hearing scheduled for October 15).

I wasn’t impressed by South Africa in the slightest. As I write this, it’s a little over 24 hours until they square off against the for the right to (probably) face New Zealand in the semi-final. I’m going on record now to say that Australia will win and win comfortably. If we can limit penalties (something we’ve admittedly not done well) and keep the ball in hand, I can’t see how the Boks will win. I dearly hope this is not misguided optimism, but I’m confident the Wallabies will last at least one more week.

Bryan Habana down for the count as injuries start to hit the Boks

The following night we ventured back to Eden Park for the salivating clash between England and Scotland. Argentina’s narrow victory in Wellington the week prior was the shot in the arm this game desperately needed as it set up a delightful scenario whereby the Scots had to win by at least eight points to stay alive (and put their arch rival on the next flight to Heathrow).

We had superb Level 1 seats this time around, situated undercover which was just as well as the heavens had once again opened up.

We were positioned just in front of the plush corporate areas where the name tags on each seat usually started with “Lady” or “Baron.” As much as I looked, I wasn’t able to spot any embarrassing members of the Royal Family acting like idiots. He was out on the field.

Lucky beneficiary of plush seats among the prawn sandwich brigade

The singing of the national anthems was on a level that I’d never experienced before. It was goosebump-inducing – even though I have no strong loyalty to either side (but was heavily in the Scottish corner on the night). If you know fans from both sides, you will know they are renowned for creating vibrant and loud atmospheres in sporting venues worldwide. God Save The Queen and Flower Of Scotland were just AMAZING and it set the scene for a great game.

Taking in the scenery at Eden Park

Scotland was switched on from kick-off and started to slot penalties from all over the field.

As the Scots grew their lead three points at a time, English supporters around Eden Park turned to a quivering pile of nerves. They were biting nails, yelling in frustration at their own players and cowering in their seats, scarcely able to watch what was unfolding.

But the thing about northern hemisphere rugby is that more often than not, it’s a slug fest. All it takes is a try to completely break the game open.

One of the best and one of the worst playing strips at the World Cup

The game itself reminded me a lot of Australia vs Ireland, although I enjoyed this one much more as my emotional investment was minimal! It also helped that Johnny Wilkinson couldn’t hit the side of a barn door. The Scots (and the neutrals) loved the associated schadenfreude!

England got their act together however and not only got inside the margin required to top their pool, but won the game outright which was quite undeserved in my humble opinion. Scotland were brave, but were probably 10 minutes shy of causing a huge upset and one of their greatest ever results.

Boooooooo, hissssss! Johnny’s gonna miss, Johnny’s gonna miss!

So that’s it! Where did the pool stage disappear so quickly? It honestly seems like mere days ago when we were on our way to Eden Park for the RWC opening clash between New Zealand and Tonga. Some three weeks and 10+ games later, we’re done (well… I’ll be back for the Final!)

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone in New Zealand for being such accommodating hosts.

You’ll be hard pressed to find more a welcoming group of people than Kiwis and they have so far done their country proud. From the biggest cities to the smallest towns, the country had rugby fever and it was great to see.

The volunteers are also doing a magnificent job in what can often be a tedious and thankless task. Some luck out and get jobs on the field of play, others are posted 1km from the stadium in the rain telling patrons which way to walk to their gate (and always with a smile on their face). I know they will receive the plaudits they deserve from the RWC brass in the coming weeks, but I just wanted to say thanks for playing such a pivotal role in helping international guests such as myself get the most out of New Zealand.

I look forward to returning for the Final for a one-day curtain call on October 23!

Today was one of the more leisurely Sunday mornings I’ve had in some time; a long sleep-in followed by a trip to the bountiful Clevedon Farmers’ Market.

I honestly couldn’t tell you the last time I went to a market which is crazy considering how much I love fresh food. Usually I’m too lazy to rise on the good side of 10am and subsequently miss all of the action. I must seek to change that upon my return seeing as Melbourne is blessed with some of the country’s best markets!

I could have stayed there grazing all morning. Bacon and egg rolls with home made sauces, venison sausage, fresh pastries, smoked meats, seafood, organic fruit juices, and more South American desserts than you could poke a Churro at. Amaaaazing!

We also stopped at Puriri Hills winery for a brief tasting session on the way back. The woman who owns it has the most breathtaking homestead overlooking the 100-acre property and vineyard. If you’re ever in the area, definitely check it out.

Very impressed with the benchtop iPad that allowed you to browse
vintages and register for the Puriri wine mailing list

We headed home for a brief stop before making our way towards Eden Park for the much-hyped Pacific Islands clash between Samoa and Fiji.

The game had been long sold out and promised to be an explosive show of raw power and explosive pace from two nations of rugby purists. Sadly the incessant rain dampened our expectation for high-speed running rugby, but I looked forward to the clash nonetheless.

Evidence of a sellout was clear the moment we arrived at the gate

The highlight of the match for mine was seeing the two teams perform their traditional pre-game war dance simultaneously. Unlike the respect that is paid to the Haka (where opposing teams wait before performing their ritual), the Fijians immediately responded to the Samoans and the crowd went BALLISTIC! It was a truly amazing spectacle to witness.

Sadly for Fiji, that’s about as fired up as they got all day. They were clearly overmatched by a bigger, faster and more skilled Samoan rival, going down 27-7.

A surprisingly good view despite the height and distance

Although the game itself was never much of a contest, today’s result helped set the scene for later in the week (as did Argentina’s exciting win over Scotland).

My remaining games are:

South Africa vs Samoa (the Samoans have to win to be a chance of pipping Wales to a berth in the Quarter Finals) and;
England vs Scotland (the Scots must win and hope Argentina suffers a monumental defeat to Georgia a day later)

The worst case scenario is that both pools would have been decided by now and there’s nothing worse than dead rubbers. Thankfully that’s not how it played out.

The Springboks game looms as a genuinely feisty clash and while I think Scotland have Buckley’s chance of qualifying, at least they play the day before Argentina so must treat it as a ‘live’ fixture. Hopefully this means two cracking games to round out my time before boarding a plane for Tahiti next Sunday afternoon.

I will be back for the Final however.

In last week’s post I discussed how the Wallabies have all but ruined their World Cup campaign by losing to Ireland. While I still think they blew a huge opportunity, I’m not quite prepared to write them off just yet. It will require unprecedented vanquishing of southern hemisphere foes, but it can be done.

I’d dearly love to see us there on October 23, but will appreciate the opportunity regardless of who takes to the field in search of rugby’s greatest prize.

It was a long week following Australia’s shock defeat to Ireland. That’s why Friday couldn’t come soon enough as it was time for swift and decisive redemption.

I jumped on a plane just prior to 9am and was quickly winging my way south. The flight itself is barely 45 minutes. Once you’re up, you pretty much begin the descent. For my Australian friends, it’s probably the equivalent of the Melbourne to Canberra run. Amazingly, the plane was only a third full which was a rare luxury.

I’d heard of Air New Zealand’s unique safety video before, but I’d never remembered to check it out on YouTube, so the first time I saw it was during the pre-flight briefing. Thankfully there was nobody around to hear me chuckling like a fool, but this is how to turn something mundane and boring into something engaging and enjoyable. A huge tip of the cap to Air NZ and the All Blacks!

After a week of garbage weather in Auckland, I looked forlornly at the sunshine and blue sky as I departed. Thankfully Wellington turned on an equally immaculate day!

The last time I found myself in Wellington was 2000 at the tail-end of a school hockey tour. I was only in Year 9 and remember it fondly as I scored just my second goal for the Carey 1st XI (a sliding reverse-stick nudge under the approaching & sliding goalie’s pads from the top of the circle for those who care…)

Needless to say, the city has changed dramatically since then. Everyone I’ve spoken to says it reminds them a bit of Melbourne. While nowhere near the size, I can see where they’re coming from. Situated on the water, Wellington is full of trendy little bars, cafes and restaurants which I haven’t seen a great abundance of in Auckland. I love both cities, but I just found more ‘charm’ and life in the New Zealand capital.

The beautiful descent into Wellington

The ‘Beehive’ – New Zealand’s parliament

After checking in, I explored the city by foot for most of the afternoon.

There were plenty of Australian fans out and about; made painfully obvious by flag capes, southern cross tattoos, gold bucket hats, thongs, the use of garish face paint and other equally-bogan traits.

I love my country and will support the Wallabies as parochially as I can, but you need to draw a line somewhere and many of our travelling fans are an embarrassment. Believe it or not, it’s possible to support your country without being an obnoxious wanker, oi oi oi! Let’s leave it there…

My gold obsession begins and ceases with a jersey!

Funnily enough, I love the life, vivacity and colour of OTHER competing nations. I just get a little sick in the stomach when I see morons parading around with green and gold wigs. Double standards? Probably. But that’s just the way it is. I can’t explain it. Here are a few of the sprightly Americans I ran in to…

I really appreciated my first opportunity to visit Westpac Stadium (or Wellington Regional Stadium as it’s known for the duration of the World Cup – or the ‘Cake Tin’ as it’s affectionately dubbed by Kiwis!) It’s conveniently located on the waterfront a short walk from the centre of town, although being dockside, it has the same chaotic bottleneck problems that Etihad Stadium does upon exiting.

With a capacity of 36,000 if was to be the scene of Australia’s rebound match.

With all due respect to the United States, there was no way they were ever going to be competitive. While nobody of note would dare utter such sentiment on public record, it’s safe to say the game would be little more than an 80-minute training drill and hopefully an avenue by which to take out some of the frustration inflicted by Ireland the previous weekend.

No mucking around from skipper Rocky Elsom

Kurtley Beale thoroughly unimpressed with one of his team mates…

Michael Bolton, or American Captain Todd Clever?

Will Genia captained the Wallabies for the first time

Advance Australia Fair

Aside from a sluggish start, poor kicking and some unfortunate injuries in the dying minutes, the match went pretty much to script for the Wallabies.

Quick ball movement and superior conditioning proved too much for the Eagles who succumbed 67-5. Funnily enough, the Americans scored the first World Cup try that has been notched against Australia since the penultimate game of the group stage of the 2007 tournament (Australia since beat Canada and Italy and lost to England and Ireland without conceding a try).

One of my favourite action shots so far; Wallabies in motion

Adam Ashley-Cooper played a stormer of a game, bagging a hat-trick and continuing to find opportunities to put his team mates through. Will Genia was his usual rock-solid self at scrum-half in his debut as skipper and the pack won the battle of the forwards; unlike last weekend’s nightmare at Eden Park.

A HUGE concern for Australia however is goal kicking. Kurtley Beale and Quade Cooper have been nothing short of abysmal off the tee throughout the tournament and with James O’Connor in and out of the team, the Wallabies have no dependable option. Well… that was until Berrick Barnes emerged early in the second half.

After missing the latter stages of the Super Rugby season with concussion, this was his first run at international level after working his way through local grades. Without over-analysing his performance, Barnes was brilliant and staked his claim to be installed in Australia’s starting fifteen.

Not only did he drill four of five conversions (none were ‘gimmes’ either as far as I recall), but he injected some life and spark into a Wallaby backline that has been crying out for a steady hand.

Hopefully he gets an opportunity to impress against Russia and force his way into the lineup – perhaps sadly at the expense of one of his injured team mates.

Not a bad seat in the house

I planned to head out after the game but a lingering virus had me feeling like absolute rubbish. Liz and I both picked up colds the week before and since we were on the road together, it made it near impossible to shake. I’d like to be noble and say I made the valiant decision for my health, but truth be told I could barely utter a sentence without coughing up a lung (which was not a good look after a teen had died of the meningococcal virus the day before and another case has since emerged tonight.)

I settled for a quick beer with @shane_harmon and hit the hay for an “early” one just after midnight.

On Saturday morning I decided that enough was enough. If you know me well, you will know that I need to be near death to break from my stubbornness and see a doctor. While not quite at that point, I just wanted to get healthy to continue enjoying this holiday. No matter where you go or what you do in the world, it’s compromised if you feel rubbish.

So after 90 minutes of waiting, a five minute consultation and a $100 bill (knew I bought travel insurance for a reason), I emerged with a chest/sinus infection diagnosis and a script to grab some antibiotics. Twenty-four hours later I’m feeling better, but still frustrated that I was struck down and feeling terrible for the last few days.

It turned out that the medical centre was just a couple of blocks from The Basin. Since I’d never seen it, I made sure to circumnavigate the ground on my walk back to town.

It’s a very picturesque little stadium and I can only imagine how nice it would be to lie on the grassy banks and watch cricket on a summer’s day. A lot can be said about ‘fan-friendly’ venues like these. While I make no secret of the fact I’ve rapidly fallen out of love with cricket, I might well attend matches where I can sprawl on the grass, bat a tennis ball around or enjoy a few drinks without being confined to a rock-hard plastic chair.

The original plan was to return to Auckland by 5pm on Saturday afternoon and go straight from the airport to Eden Park to see New Zealand take on France.

Still feeling rubbish, I donated my ticket to Liz’s cousin’s husband who has been so graciously putting us up while in Auckland. I probably could have gone, but 1) It was essentially a dead rubber and; 2) The guys were keen to head out after the game, which I was not.

So rather than go and see the All Blacks at Eden Park, I went home and was asleep on the couch before the Haka had even been performed.

Good decision!

Love Wellington.

Love the Wallabies on the rebound.

Love the fact that I am getting healthy.

Love the fact that I have four free days ahead.

Ciao for now.

Since I was a little tacker I’ve always had a fascination in aircraft. I don’t think you can ever be too old to appreciate the awesome power and grace of a plane as it lifts off or touches down.

One of my unusual hobbies is aviation photography. Since buying myself my first DLSR earlier this year (a Nikon D7000), I’ve enjoyed experimenting and seeing what kind of shots I can get.

Obviously Melbourne is my usual haunt, so I appreciated the opportunity to get out to Auckland Airport and explore a new location (although sadly the weather was rubbish for shooting).

Since it’s located on the water, there are few accessible vantage points. The main (and easiest) spot was a car park adjacent to the bridge leading into the airport grounds. I parked there on Thursday afternoon to watch and shoot the afternoon traffic. Here’s some of what I managed to get:

The suburb that I’m staying in is underneath the eastbound approach path and this Emirates A380 ex Dubai-Brisbane swings by every day at exactly the same time. I arrived at the airport prior to its arrival, only to see that air traffic control had changed configuration so all incoming aircraft landed from the west (which is on the water and inaccessible). Not happy! Nevertheless, I got a fantastic side-on view as it taxied to the terminal. ATC reverted back to the eastbound approach path later in the afternoon which was strange, because there was barely a breath of wind.

This is the exact same flight that I’ll be boarding next Sunday en route to Tahiti and eventually Los Angeles.

An airline that you won’t see in Melbourne which I find part of the charm of visiting foreign airports.

Another fresh sighting. Based in Chile, LAN mainly services the Americas but also swings through Auckland and Sydney.

A local bird takes flight.

One of Air New Zealand’s smaller ‘Link’ planes

Off to Singapore.

Jetstar. Probably three hours late and heading in the wrong direction.

Malaysian Air takes to the sky.

One of the Qantas planes with Wallabies livery descends.

If you drive across the bridge and into the grounds of Auckland Airport you can turn off the main road and into a car park adjacent to the DHL building. This is next to the maintenance yard where you can get up close and personal to beasts like this. I love the A380, but there’s something awesome about a 747.

Another one you’ll never see in Melbourne.

I’ve got a few days off this week, so I’ll try and get back on a better day for the A380 landing, but failing that I hope to check out LAX in the coming weeks.

There was barely enough time to digest Australia’s calamitous weekend result before we were on the road again. This time it was straight down the eastern coast to a region called Hawkes Bay.

These mountains were capped with snow on the return trip

Beautiful Hawkes Bay – despite the lack of sand

While predominantly making the trip to see France vs Canada in Napier, we also planned to hit up one of the area’s most renowned wineries; Craggy Range.

I wouldn’t be the slightest bit surprised if the Fédération Française de Rugby had actually demanded a game in Napier so their traveling fans could indulge in wine, cheese and rugby. It was basically a home game for le French!

All we saw on the drive south were motor homes and hire cars with French flags draped across the back windows. It was a great atmosphere and only enhanced the sentiments that I expressed in week one; that the French brought most colour and life to this World Cup.

Sadly the weather didn’t come to the party as it rained persistently throughout the afternoon and well into the game. While pretty miserable to begin with, once you were wet there was not much that could be done but make the best of it!

Oooooohhhhh Canadaaaaaa!

Thankfully the game itself was enjoyable and far more high scoring than the weather otherwise suggested. Canada stuck with the French until the 60th minute when like they did against Japan, the Europeans put the game beyond doubt with a late scoring burst.

And again… as I said… the French are a LOT of fun…

A wet and wild Napier night

Making friends in the crowd

Rocking out with their cocks out

After the game we got warm, dry and decided to head downstairs to have ‘a couple of beers.’

As so often happens, a couple turned into a couple more and soon it became a big night on the town.

We hopped between a couple of bars before settling on an Irish joint that was absolutely jumping.

How common is a sign like this? We couldn’t believe that bars were allowed to set such a policy, but it was par for the course throughout Napier, so clearly they’re not too big on RSA down here!

Double trouble

As the clock neared 3am we heard some cheers from the front of the bar. Lo and behold, a scrum of French players appeared! I was gobsmacked. They were decked out in the full team tracksuit too – nobody was incognito here. They mingled with fans, enjoyed a drink and led chanting and a rousing rendition of La Marseillaise. It was so damn refreshing in the modern era of robot sportsmen. I understand why most clubs/teams set stringent policies, but there was something special about a group of world-class athletes heading out to see their fans after an important win.

Would they have done the same thing for a World Cup in France? Probably not. But I enjoyed it (along with hundreds of delirious French fans).

Pictured with French #2, William Servet

After a modest Monday sleep-in we headed for Craggy Range which is situated just half an hour south-east of Napier. The winery is tucked into a little valley in the giant shadow of the Range itself.

A setting almost as good as the food and wine

The beautiful Craggy Range

I posted a link to the menu in my previous post, but you really had to see it to believe it.

Allow me to walk you through culinary heaven…

Poached rose veal, tuna mayonnaise, micro salad & fried shallot.

Pepper crusted beef fillet, béarnaise, red wine jus & Terrôir fried
potatoes and on the other side it’s spiced ‘Firstlight’ venison shortloin,
‘Terrôir Garden’ Jerusalem artichokes, mushrooms & cassis prunes.

Crab apple tarte tatin with vanilla bean ice cream & cinnamon sugar.

Result? Nirvana. I was on driving duty so only had a couple of wines, but boy did I enjoy them!

We had a quick look at the cellar door and tasted a few more drops before hitting the road. It’s too expensive to ship cases back home, but they have an Australian distributor so I will look into it upon my return!

These come highly recommended

I absolutely hit the wall that night. Had a ‘nap’ at 7pm and woke at 2am before going back to sleep for a mammoth 12-hour session. I honestly can’t remember the last time I’ve done that, but I needed to re-charge the batteries.

Most of Tuesday was spent on the road as we headed back to Auckland with a few brief stops on the way. I remember seeing towns such as Taupo, Hamilton and Rotorua as a youngster either travelling with my family or a school group, but it was nice to re-visit over a decade later.

We left Napier with three bars of fuel illuminated and the console started beeping just over 30k’s from Taupo and safety. I was confident the entire way and was even keen to see how far we could get……

There’s a Seinfeld scene for every occasion

Tomorrow morning we hit the road to Whangarei. This week has been nothing but travel, travel, travel.

I’m actually looking forward to heading up there as I’ve never been north of Auckland. While the Tonga vs Japan game itself it largely irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, it’s all about the journey, right?

The travel doesn’t stop there however. Thankfully on Friday I’ll be airborne on the way to Wellington to see Australia take on the USA. If the Wallabies don’t pound them into oblivion then I might as well go home now. Not only will it be a good way to relieve some of the Irish frustration, but we still need to accumulate as many points as possible in case Italy can shock Ireland and place our qualification in jeopardy.

Sorry America. But you’re going to cop a pounding. And I’m going to enjoy it.