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The immigration and security checks
took very little time. The photo page of the passport had to be scanned in a
slot for the purpose and then one had to move into a small enclosure to be
photographed. With that the immigration formality was over. No stamping, no
questions. The security check was not intrusive at all. However, Shukla had
some explaining to do as he had undergone knee replacement and the machine
beeped quite strongly. We had a lot of time on hand as the formalities did not
take as long as we anticipated them to. We spent some time in the Duty Free section
in the airport, mostly window shopping. I
was indeed tempted by the combo offer for the twin liquors, Krakken and Monkey Shoulder.
Maybe, I will pick them up on the return in Brisbane, if they have the offer
there. We found ourselves comfortable chairs and a table to have our breakfast.
We have been carrying a lot of food. That which we thought would not be permitted
into New Zealand, we said, we would feast on in the airport.
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Archana Kaul, Shukla and I have been
railway batch mates since 1981. She has been located in New Zealand since 2004
and had taken voluntary retirement from service in 2008. Her husband, Kapil
Kaul, had been in the armed forces and was serving in DLF before moving over to
New Zealand. It was to their house that we drove to. She had offered
hospitality for the four of us and what a terrific stay it turned out to be
with the excellent couple. Their house is just a ten minute drive from the
airport. We were made to feel completely at home from the time we stepped out
of the car on to the steps of their lovely house, which was located almost on
the crest of an erstwhile volcano. The whole house was aesthetically done up
and well maintained. It soon became time for sundowners once the baggage was
shifted into the rooms that we were to occupy for three days.
Kapil offered a range of single malts
and choice drinks. I requested a dark rum and he produced what he said was the
best he has had so far – Krakken. He was spot on in his assessment of the rum.
The spiced dark rum was superb; it made me go over the normal number that I am
used to. The smooth drinks, excellent company and lively conversation made the
evening a most pleasant experience. Dinner was a combined effort of Archana and
Kapil, the former being a non-veg expert and the latter a connoisseur of veg
foods. Kapil amazed and surprised all of us with his ‘quick hands’ in the
kitchen. The speed with which he dished up stuff was something I had never seen
before. Archana had prepared her trademark Butter Chicken and Dal Makhni. Kapil
had made Palak Paneer, Kashmir style. With chapatti and rice the dishes were
wolfed down; all of us overate. Kapil suggested a drive across the Harbor
Bridge to Devonport. The air had become nippy by the time we reached the
Esplanade hotel near the ferry at Devonport. Kapil was great company, supplying
us with information about the country, life there and suggestions about what to
see and do while we were in the country.
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