Neuseeland
Before I continue rambling on about New Zealand…Zum Geburtstag viel Glück, samantha! Yeah yeah…alles wird besser…es ist nicht einfach, 22 zu sein aber du wirst irgendwie damit auskommen…I think lah. See you in Germany!
And back to topic.
My first impression of New Zealand was…how friendly everything was. I mean, like, fats was waving at all the girls along the way and they all smiled and waved back…at least you don’t get branded as some psycho maniac…in fact, in the words of fats on our first day, as we stopped for a lavvy break at some bayside town (which I suspect was taupo…)
‘this place is Happyville!’
Hahaha. That dude. But it’s really quite true…the kiwis are really nice people, as personified by our BQMS driver, reuben (sanders, not the other Singaporean maggot…) I hope, for one, that he really had fun with our sections! And all the stuff he did, like taking us climbing up that hill in Nursery. And for all the shit-talking…and now we know someone’s Maori name, don’t we? HAHAHAHA…and thanks for letting us fool around with your Steyr AUG (I hope no one in NZDF reads this) and your equipment…it’s been really cool getting to know you, and I certainly hope the experience has been the same for you too.
And did I mention that there are some hot peh pehs in the NZDF?
Now the scenery. Who could ever forget them? From the vibrant colours of the sunrise at Nursery, to Mount Ruapehu being in the background always, to Lake Moawhango glistening in the foreground at Carbuncle, to all the rainbows we saw, to the stars painting the most beautiful of nightscapes…I can’t describe it to you really. You got to see it to believe it.
The tracking could’ve been better. Part of the time the radio was down, and for 3 days (the initial 3 days, thank goodness) the radar was down…and I must say the two radars gave the FRT a bloody fucking nightmare of an outfield…they had to run from one deployment ground to the next to repair the radars…thank goodness everything sorted itself out for the FATEP phase (except for the requirement to manual boresight every morning…and the quirks of the radar…which were both seriously dodgy) and we tracked tons and tons of rounds! At least we have something to base our exercise report on.
Thank goodness.
And since pictures speak a thousand words apiece, I’ll let them do the talking…
Suffice to say that as a final exercise with the specialists and men of TA Battery, it was a jolly good time, wasn’t it? Although I didn’t have much time to interact with them (since I was locked away in that shelter with CO and CI breathing down my neck) except for mealtimes (when we could talk cock with reuben, yang wee and everyone else,) the nocturnal fish-and-chips treats, and the nights in the tonner, wrapped in our sleeping bags, talking shit about everyone. HAHAHA…that was fun…glad to know I’m not space as derek calls it.
2 a.m.! Time to get my winks…
posted by quatscherei @ 02:04
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