In Waikiki I met a girl called Carol, and Australian from Melbourne and two guys from Sydney, we shared a room in the hostel. Carol had met a girl from New Zealand on a boat trip and arranged to meet her later in the evening. She invited us three guys along too. We met this girl in a hotel where her father was staying on his way back to NZ, he was talking to some associates and suggested the five of us might like to go to his room to sup his duty free liquor while he finished his business in the bar. We did. Across the balcony I got talking to two couples who where having drinks on their balcony. They all lived in Auckland, one guy was Scottish, his partner was English, another guy was a Kiwi and his wife English. On hearing that I was heading there, the Kiwi/English couple invited me to stay with them. As it happened I'd arrive while they were still in Hawaii so on my departure from NZ, as I'd fly out of Auckland I gave them a call. I was made very welcome in their home, invited to treat it like my home, they made a fuss of me and showed me where they kept the spare key and from the first morning where happy to leave me their alone while they went to work. The other couple held a barbecue in my honour so I could meet their daughter and her friends. Which I did.
On my second trip to NZ I called Bob & Beryl, since that was their names, again but they already had house guests but told me to call Lisa, the daughter of the lady in the other couple, the English lady. I'd alerted them of my impending arrival by postcard. Lisa met me at her new flat and let me in while she went back to work, she was a TV assistant producer with Sky TV and worked late. Again someone left me home alone. Not just that, she had had to move house with her flatmate because in between my first and second visits they had been broken into and the flatmate raped in her own bed. This girl returned home while I was there alone and was still OK about being in the house with me.
In Taupo, New Zealand I burned my leg on a pot belly stove. About 3"x 2". After 3 days of cycling it showed no signs of not weeping puss so on Friday evening I ventured into A&E in Wanganui. After they realised they could treat an Englishmen I was ushered into a treatment area. The nurse started cleaning up the wound and dressing is, she said I'd need to come back on Sunday. I tried to persuade her that I could keep moving, I wanted to get to Wellington the next day or Sunday. A staff nurse called Alison came into my treatment area and asked where I would be staying that night. I had no plans at this point, "a hostel" I said. Then the acts of kindness started. "Will you come back and have the dressing changed on Sunday if I look after you for the weekend ? Then my husband will drive you to Wellington on Monday". How could I refuse ? Alison tried in vane to phone her husband, this was 1990 in New Zealand, few mobile phones. She was unable to contact him so took me home during her break and was prepared to deposit, me, a stranger, in their home to wait for her husband to return from his road trip. I was uncomfortable with this arrangement but she insisted he'd be cool with it. As it turned out Sean, Alison's husband was home by the time we arrived so Alison introduced me then returned to finish her shift in A&E. Sean took me out to the supermarket and car wash with him and once Alison and their boys, aged 16 and 19 returned home we all ate dinner.
Next day the boys showed me off to their friends and gave me a tour of their town. Sunday, Alison took me to work and personally changed my dressings. On the afternoon I joined her sons and their mates at their rowing club for beer. As promised Sean drove me to Wellington on Monday. He was a furniture salesman and was going that way, making calls on the way. He bought me fish & chips and dropped me off at my hostel. Tuesday I went to A&E in Wellington and found that they were expecting me, Alison and her colleagues had rung ahead and told them about me. I received excellent treatment there and left with a bag of dressings, saline solution to clean my wound with and some ointment for the new dressing and instructions on how to do change it myself.
My travels have loads of such stories. People are really kind on on the whole. I have some great memories of my 13 months on the road in USA, NZ, Australia and France. Saw some fantastic places and had some great fun but best of all were the people I met, not just the other travellers with whom I had a piss up with or spent some time traveling with but the locals too like the ones described here or all the others in the American camp sites who brought us beer or sodas as we erected our tent or invited us into their RV for breakfast as a means of 'applauding our endeavour' and in a small way helping us on our way.