As I am writing this, I am sitting in a train taking me from Edinburgh to Aberdeen towards my new home in Scotland. After six years living on and off in New Zealand, it feels disconcerting to be surrounded by so many people, looking up into a sky that has a dirty gray color that the sky in North Otago never had. The trains are filled with drunken revellers, there are hardly any animals out on the fields, and there seems to be a lot of trees around. As dairy farmers in New Zealand see trees as a pest that has to be removed immediately as soon as the dairy conversion starts, I am sure there is a connection. Not with the drunken revellers, though. But at least Scotland has some sort of public transport, even if its full of happy drunks.

New Zealand is by most Europeans seen as some sort of distant paradise, a view reinforced by the New Zealand tourist board’s clever marketing and Peter Jackson’s editing skills.For some reason it’s rates still on the top five of every German one day to visit New Zealand. They associate the place with clean streams, green hills, cavorting hobbits and funny brown people who rub their noses on theirs as soon as they (the tourists) touch kiwi soil.

Indeed, if you follow New Zealand’s branding efforts around the world, you have to marvel at the advertising industries’ ability to sell this small piece real estate in the South Pacific as the most desireable place to be in the whole world. While there is a grain of truth in the whole branding effort, it conveniently misses out on numerous issues that the discerning traveller from Pigsknuckel, Arkansas is probably not aware of.

Over the next weeks I will be trying to give an honest evaluation of what it’s like to live in a country with a savaged environment, a racially divided society with violence and crime issues that the rest of the would have nightmares about all set in a little paradise that can deliver an unequalled quality of life.

If the Kiwis wouldn’t be hellbent on destroying it.

It’s not easy to find a good bar in New Zealand. Some of them are swamped with tourists (especially in the big hotels), some have terrible staff and some completely forget to stock local fare. But there is one place that just feels right. New Zealand’s best bar is hiding here:

Indeed. Within this rather unassuming driveway is a treasure called Pequeno to be found. Hidden away in a rather unassuming small court yard (that, if I am not mistaken, featured in Perfect Creature) behind a simple door with only a small sign telling you that you’re in the right spot. (I feel almost ashamed by giving it away). Once you enter you are being greeted with a comfortably furnishe, ca 70 square meter room sporting black leather seats and sofas, a fire and a nice, long bar.

Very knowledgeable, polite and friendly bar staff that remembers their guests after the second visit serve classic cocktails, a good collection of single malts, local beers and an excellent collection of pinot noirs from Central Otago.

The music, both live and canned is unobtrusive but well chosen, ranging from classic lounge to jazz. The prices are acceptable for a location of this quality, but not prohibitive. The crowd is a pleasant mixture of students, academic staffers and local professionals. It rarely gets uncomfortably full and most of the time oozes a luxurious, relaxed vibe.

Without doubt the best bar in New Zealand.

Howdy, readers,

I just finished watching “Standig in the Shadows of Motown”, the story of the musicians that created the brillant sound of Barry Gordy’s record label without ever getting any credit for it. I can’t remember the last time I felt that inspired and awed by a documentary. Not only where the stories these men told touching and inspiring, but more importantly, the music completely and utterly blew me away. Superbly recorded and produced and featuring an excellent set of musicians, these Motown songs lifted the spirits at chez Outhouse and got the place humming and dancing. Though what the vocally challenged Ben Harper did there I honestly don’t know, as he was easily outperformed by the amazing voices of Joan Osborne and Chaka Kahn. For 90 minutes I laughed and cried listening to the stories of the Funk Brothers and hummed, sung and danced to their music.

Utterly wonderful and the Soundtrack is now the latest addition to my collection.

Please honour these amazing guys by reading their amazing story of how one day a Best Buy shop in Manhattan  suddenly had an additional 80 staff in the aisles.

As it is now official and we are moving back to Europe in the next six weeks, we have small, cuddly problem: while Karl and Friedhelm already found a new home to spend the autumn of their lives, young Clara is still without a new home.

So, if anybody knows a good home for rabbits in North Otago, you know what to do.