Today is the day we get to see our lovely and dearest friends, the Duckitts! They were the first family we met and became household friends with after arriving in New Zealand and settling in a small town called Cambridge. They are, coincidentally, also South African but we can’t be more different. We are a white family from central South Africa, and they are a coloured family from Cape Town. Our upbringing are worlds’ apart, we don’t understand their slang and their is a big gap in our cultural food experiences. They have a stronger Malaysian influence and as they live by the sea, fresh fish and seafood is something they grew up with.
We haven’t seen them much since we moved to Auckland, but we do try to get together at least once a year. We headed South late morning and a sense of excitement filled the car. The kids couldn’t wait to see their old primary school again and I was curious to see how much the roads and buildings have changed as there are developments within the transport industry. It is a short 2 hour drive and before we knew it we were back in our home town. There is a typical Sunday afternoon buzz about the place. People out doing grocery shopping for the week ahead, others dressed up for having their Sunday lunch at the local restaurants, church car parks full with attendance and children riding bicycles outside on the walkways.
Our visit was as if we never left. Laughter, catching up on the latest family news, the boys playing, sharing a meal, and more laughter. They are the type of people who leave you in a good mood regardless of how you felt prior to your meeting. They are the decent, kind, loving people this world needs more of. After our good-byes we stopped at the kids’ first primary school. It is a small rural, and at the time there were only 50 students. They have since grown into a much larger school and added an additional 2 classrooms and a new office. The kids surely had some good memories from this little school but they have thrived since we moved.
On our way we realised that we didn’t plan or prepare anything for dinner on the road. We stopped at BP Bombay as it is a popular resting-fuelling-up-the tanks-filling-empty-tummies place. We had dinner at what can only be described as a more traditional diner, called Autobahn. It reminded me of the type of eating places we had as children while making our 8 hour journey to the coast for the summer holiday.
I was excited with the prospect of having a burger, fries and a creaming soda milkshake. I haven’t ordered a milkshake from an eating place in ages! We took our seats in a quiet area of the diner and had a few minutes to relax before our food arrived. It was a pleasant way to end our evening: tummies full and on our way home.
Nostalgia, I love it!