A Banksy weekend

I emigrated from New Zealand more than 28 years ago.  At the time my decision was motivated in part by a desire to experience a more cosmopolitan lifestyle.  Since then New Zealand society has transformed itself.  Today when I venture back across the Tasman Sea I find an increasingly diverse range of world class restaurants and entertainment; plus hotels and tourism ventures as sophisticated and immersive as anything I’ve experienced overseas.

The contrast couldn’t have been any starker than when I took time off to spend a long weekend with my mother last week.  My trip began with an Air New Zealand flight in a Boeing 787 Dreamliner.  I’ve been dying to experience this new 21^st Century pencil nosed aircraft.  I wasn’t disappointed. 

The aircraft’s advanced feature were very much on display. For example, the cabin windows are huge.  I had an aisle seat but was still able to enjoy the view as we came into land in Auckland. The cabin felt lighter and airier.  The air wasn’t as dry and dehydrating.  The inflight entertainment system was sleek and responsive.

Soon after arriving my mother asked if I wanted to see the Banksy exhibition in town.  I nearly fell off my chair.  Surely Mum was joking.  How on earth could a regional city in little old New Zealand be hosting a Banksy event?  Banksy is renowned British street artist.  His works regularly sell for upwards of USD 1 million or more.  To date his identity is unknown adding to the aura of his fame.

Incredibly the Tauranga Art Gallery was hosting an exhibition of street art.  The event featured 22 works by the elusive Banksy including several instantly recognisable pieces.  The Oi YOU! Collection which includes these works, plus 58 pieces by other prominent artists, has been touring New Zealand and Australia for several years. 

The Collection is owned by George Shaw and Shannon Webster who began collecting in 2005.  Their passion for Banksy art was perfectly timed, They were able to buy several works the price of his work began skyrocketing.  I was delighted to see his famous Flower Thrower.  This work depicts a protester throwing flowers rather than Molotov cocktails. 

The Tauranga Art Gallery had also commissioned a number of street art murals around the inner city.  Mum and I took a walking tour to see these pieces in their all their glory. We picked the perfect day to venture out as the sun was shining and temperatures were surprisingly mild for winter.

Shelving plans

Earlier this month I flew across the Tasman to spend time with my Mum and my brothers. It’s become something of a tradition for me to spend Easter, or the June and October three-day weekends in New Zealand. As co-owner of a rapidly growing small business, these dates are the easiest for scheduling time off. Even more so given that Garry and I are still running our fledging business alone.

My latest trip was flown with Air New Zealand. I flew out on Saturday 11 June and back on Sunday 13 June. In recent years, I’ve been catching flights to Tauranga via Wellington. This route offers the best of both worlds. Flights depart Sydney at a civilised hour in the morning (9:45am). The stopover is relatively short (2:05 hours) with a quick and easy domestic transfer (none of that schlepping between distant terminals as in Auckland). Then the final flight arrives in Tauranga in time for dinner (6:20pm).

While in town, I took Mum shopping to buy some display shelves for the sunroom zone in her house. For years Mum’s had a chunky low profile “diarrhea brown” bookcase on display here. She and Dad inherited it when my grandparents moved into Uncle Stuart's granny flat. This bookcase always looked out of place once my parents moved to the Mount.

I’m delighted to report that we eventually found some stunning dark chocolate brown open-ended bookcases at Greerton Furnishings. Mum’s dolls from Japan and Africa now have pride of place on these stylish new shelves, along with souvenirs from her recent trip along the Mekong in May.  

I’ve also updated a personal budget I created for Mum two years ago. At the time, Mum was worried about her financial well-being. To reassure her, I analyzed 12 months of her personal expenses, investment income and, so on. I then used this data to build an annual budget that showed she could live comfortably for another 15 years. The budget included all living costs, plus a series of one-off expenses such as international holidays, a replacement car and a contingency for the unexpected.

Matt told me that Mum burst into tears of relief the first time I completed this exercise in 2014. She’d clearly been concerned she didn’t have enough money to live. In hindsight, it was another of those watershed moments she experienced after Dad’s death. He’d always looked after the household finances, so this was all new territory for poor Mum.

This trip I got an updated valuation for her home. The property’s value has increased by almost a third in two years. This reassured Mum that she could afford to downsize, at any time in the future if funds ran short, and still have plenty of cash left to sail around the world if it pleased her.

Talking about sailing, I think I’ve also convinced Mum to take a closer look at doing a solo cruise around Hawaii with Norwegian Cruise Lines. They do a brilliant week-long route around the islands taking in many of the highlights I’ve enjoyed in the past. 

The Big Seven Zero

We've just returned from an eventful weekend in New Zealand.  We flew out on Friday night to join my family in celebration of my mother's 70th birthday.  My brother Hamish worked feverishly to arrange a memorable lunch at Mills Reef Winery.  He booked a private room for our 30+ guests and arranged a feast fit for royalty. 

My brother Matt organised the birthday cake.  Although on this occasion the cake was replaced by a display of truly dazzling cupcakes.  They were the talk of the party.  The afternoon was filled with laughter, memories and family fun.

Unfortunately, the story on everyone's lips at lunch had little to do with Mum's seven decades.  In a truly unexplainable moment of stupidity, the previous night I'd collected the wrong bag from the carousel at Auckland airport.  I discovered the error shortly after midnight, almost two hours south of Auckland, in a McDonald's carpark. 

As a result, I spent the next 36 hours returning the misappropriated bag while chasing down my own.  My bag was finally delivered to Tauranga airport on Sunday afternoon, a mere two hours before Garry and I headed back to Auckland.  Saturday morning was also a blur as I scurried off to the nearest mall to buy an entire smart-casual wardrobe before the birthday lunch kicked off at 11:30am.