Chicago IL – Around The World in 80 Days – Days 58 – 62

Day 58 – Thursday, May 16th Las Vegas to Chicago

Seattle WA to Vancouver (Canada) was the original concept for this trip, not to be. Five nights in Chicago was the fallback option. On the California 2000 school trip, I was offered big money by the airline not to fly back to Glasgow with the kids. That would have been hard to explain to the parents. A first free night in Chicago as an adult was not to be.

With a midday flight to Chicago, we avoided both the early rise or having to hang about all day before heading to Las Vegas Harry Reid International. The Uber from Excalibur was appreciably less than the reverse journey. Our driver, an interesting lady, is/was an event organiser, yet was still putting in hours driving people around Las Vegas.

Flight AA1490 (11.51 – 17.33), the two hour time difference meant a flight of under four hours, plenty of time to get more writing done. Our first of two flights with American Airlines, as with Alaskan, their app wouldn’t let us check-in online, at least they honoured our baggage allowance.

Baggage reclaim at O’Hare International was in the depths, further complicated by ongoing works. Is any airport actually finished? Chicago Transit Authority, time to embrace another travel card, this time – Ventra. The $5.00 fee for the card would be refunded once the card was registered.

The Blue Line took us towards the city. I had time to work out that we needed to change to the Red Line at either Monroe or Jackson. Monroe came first, a good choice. The Transit Police informed us that the Red Line was off northbound, an incident. A bus was suggested, but given the throng when we found the stop, Marg insisted we walk the few blocks our hotel – Freehand Chicago.

Freehand Chicago, a – trendy hostel with a bar and cafe. The Downtown location is why I chose it. So imposing was the entrance, we walked past it. The room was small, comparable to San Francisco, the elevator old, rickety. The bar at the entrance had nothing to keep me, however, to the rear of the building was a substantial bar and seating area. Freehand would do.

Chicago Pizza, Deep Pan Pizza, Hector’s favourite, a reminder that Marg has forbidden me to order Pizza in Italia. It was the time and place to sample the American version, at source. Pizzeria Uno, where – Deep Dish Pizza – was created, just happened to be on the same block as our hotel.

Who planned this trip?

Dusk, not that warm, those who had to were sat outside. Inside was stowed, a popular place. I was surprised that we were not turned away, instead we secured a small table near the door.

The individual pizza was not on, we would share the medium. A pizza without black olives ain’t a Pizza, and so we negotiated the main event. Marg, who might have been hungry, managed to add a complex salad to the order. More Pizza for Hector.

Hector’s first Bier in Chicago was local: Son of Juice (Maplewood Brewing, Chicago IL) at 6.3% was the only NEIPA on tap. Imagine a UK Pizza chain serving New England style Bier! Suitably hazy, the hop hit could have been more, still, there was nought wrong here. Mosaic, Mosaic Cryo, Simcoe, Simcoe Cryo and Nugget, were the hops.

This would be the only Bier of the day, so almost a teetotal day?

The Pepperoni Pizza was topped with abundant black olives and green peppers. It looked the part, how misleading was this? This would be Hector’s first and last Chicago Pizza. Why? Because it wasn’t Pizza, but biscuit. The whole point of Deep Pan is thick dough, so where was this invented?

It was a chilly evening outside in Chicago, especially after the comfort of Las Vegas. We retraced our steps down N State St towards Chicago River. We found the Red Line entrance to Grand on our block, Hector had plans for this tomorrow.

Having reversed the flow, Lake Michigan drains into Chicago River. The riverside skyline seemed slightly familiar. As with San Francisco, Chicago feels like a proper city, I had never planned to come here, pizza aside, there was an air of optimism, five nights may well be justified.

Back at the hotel, I fetched my netbook and chargers and retreated to the grand seating area and bar on the ground floor. Other guests were like minded. Not a bad place to chill, a pity the water to hand, was not.

Restaurant and hotel bar visited today:

Pizzeria Uno – 29 E Ohio Street, Chicago, IL 60611

Freehand Chicago – 19 E Ohio Street, Chicago, IL 60611


Day 59 – Friday, May 17th

Chicago in daylight, a blank canvas, a day to be tourists. After her early morning exercise venture Downtown, Marg returned appreciating the location of our modest accommodation and insistent that we do a boat trip. High places and boats, here we go again.

Before all that, there was a journey on the Red Line to the north of the city where the Hector had identified the motherlode of Curry. En route we passed Wrigley Field, the Chicago Cubs baseball ground. Some had suggested we visit this, why? Professional rounders, not a real sport. There was a particularly handsome chap on the metro.

Alighting at Loyola University, we took Bus 155 westwards – Devon & Campbell.

Devon Avenue was everything I hoped for, restaurants aplenty, I could even narrow these down to Pakistani. Alas, being early Friday afternoon, choice #1 was closed – Friday prayers. Heading back east, there was a fallback, Sabri Nihari, this was grander than Hector’s preferred Curry Cafe venues, needs must.

The food was wonderful, authentic Punjabi Fayre, and Marg’s Fish choice was way larger than the snack she hoped for. That would sate the appetite, for a while.

Back Downtown, Marg led me to the quay where the river boats ply their trade. Marg seemed to have a particular vessel in mind, nevertheless, we ended up with tickets for – Chicago’s Classic Lady, leaving soon.

Being warm enough to sit up front, we sat outside. Who planned this trip such that we would reach mainland USA when winter would have passed in the Mid-West?

The boat journey was all about the architecture, the voice on the tannoy was a retired architect, city planner, what would he know? He knew everything, and was honest when it came to the brutality of the 1960s.

Built along more classical lines, the Wrigley Building was a standout. We resisted booing as we passed a certain former US President’s Tower, twice.

The bridges constructed in the style of – trunnion bascule – are part of Chicago‘s character. The Kinzie Street railroad bridge may be permanently raised, it remains fully functional, as are the rest.

Having sat up front, well it wasn’t a ‘plane journey, we were able to secure quality photos without obstruction. Our guide took his well deserved bow at the end of the journey.

Back on dry land we headed along the Riverwalk. A refreshment was required, Marg had already located Chicago Brewhouse.

A bar-restaurant, with the majority sitting outside, we managed to acquire a table indoors. The service was abysmal, it was clear some staff had no idea what they were about. The Hector was already miffed, Brewhouse by name, not by nature. Why do so many venues claim to be brewpubs?

With no Bier to be had at source, I decided to maintain my custom of after Curry, comes Cider.

Rose Cider (Northman Cider Co., Chicago IL) at 6.5% was made from Michigan apples and Midwestern grapes, so part wine. Rose tinted, it was dry, had a decent body and was quite refreshing. Serving it in plastic did not go down too well.

The Green Line took us a couple of stops to Adams/Wabash. Our walk thereafter took us past a crowd of undesirables, Industry Ales Brewpub was the objective. If there was a brewery plant here, it was well hidden, but sources do include a photo of this.

Downtown in the Chicago Loop, this was quite a pukka establishment, as much a cocktail bar as a restaurant. Being here for drinks only, we were guided to bar stools. I would have headed there anyway, more chance of finding out about the place, as it happens, I have little more information.

With six house Biers and a further four guests on tap, at least the Hazy was from Industry Ales.

Marg had water, unless my Bier choice was wonderful, I didn’t feel we would be staying long.

Out of Focus (Industry Ales, Chicago IL) a Hazy IPA at 5.0% might be flattered by the photo. This Bier lacked the full haze but packed a hoppy punch. Citra, Sabro and HBC 472 were the hops. There was nothing wrong here, the body was decent for the abv, as ever, I was looking for something better.

Franklin Tap lay six blocks west. Instead of journeying two stops anticlockwise on the Loop, we walked. An opperchancity to see more of Chicago at street level.

Franklin Tap was everything the two previous venues were not. 100 Craft Beers – advertised, large, spacious, and most of all – welcoming. Our table was close enough to the bar to see the action, and also get served.

Our waiter was up for the challenge of making Hector happy, he knew the Bier, with two taps standing out, directions were given, then there was the list of cans. How long would Marg last?

First up: Juicy Bits (WeldWerks Brewing Co., Greely CO) a NEIPA at 6.7% featured Mosaic, Citra and Eldorado. With the full milkshake haze and a body to match the abv, the mouthfeel was spoiled partly by the sharpness. The required hop hit was present. Had I stuck with this, the palate would have adjusted, and subsequently,  I may have celebrated this Bier more, but choices…

Marg was hungry, and so Chips and Guacamole would accompany her Ginger Ale. I may have helped here.

Shower Thoughts (Old Irving Brewing Co., Chicago IL), a NEDIPA at 8.5% had the rights US hops: Nectaron, Citra and Mosaic. Fruity, rather than hoppy, this was not the perfect Bier. Again, more might have altered this viewpoint. More was possible, our second night in Chicago, the feet were planted under the table; too often on this trip it has been have a Bier and move on, not tonight.

One can stood out in the extensive list of possibilities, our waiter could see where I was heading.

Placeholder Text (Phase Three Brewing Company, Elmhurst IL) a DDH-NEIPA at 8.0% is what I had been looking for. Here was a perfectly balanced hoppy Bier, the flavours being right in the style. Poured properly by Hector, the full milkshake haze was attained, this was smooth, wonderful. The hops: Citra, Enigma, Galaxy, El Dorado and Mosaic. Straight five! – as someone back home is prone to saying.

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Marg ordered a Franklin Mule, Hector was going nowhere anytime soon.

Having had yesterday off, and to some extent, the day before also, another two of these were accrued. A pity the brewery was so far away.

Despite ordering on my phone, the staff were always attentive. I did like having the bill to keep.

The twelve minute walk to the Red Line at Jackson was painless. This was a good day, but then how many have not been? Two days ago we were flying over Grand Canyon, every day, every Bier, is different.

Brewery, bars and restaurant visited today:

Industry Ales Brewpub – 230 S Wabash Ave, Chicago, IL 60604

Chicago Brewhouse – 31 W Riverwalk, Chicago’s Riverwalk, Chicago, IL 60601-1730

Franklin Tap – 325 S Franklin St, Chicago, IL 60606

Sabri Nihari Restaurant – 2502 W Devon Ave, Chicago, IL 60659


Day 60 – Saturday, May 18th

Day 60, the three quarter mark, life on the road has become the norm. at least the third day in Chicago means we know our way around, and there’s no more flying until Tuesday. Today it was time to indulge Marg, the free zoo at Abraham Lincoln Park to the north of us, was a bit too far to walk. Bus 22 at nearby Dearborn & Grand took us to Clark & Lincoln, one could kinda tell we were in the right place on alighting.

I don’t know how many bird photos I have taken since arriving in Singapore almost two months ago. The basking turtles were something different.

Before heading to the north end of the park and the actual zoo, there was the Ulysses S. Grant Monument and the Chicago skyline behind us.

On reaching the zoo perimeter, we headed west, across another pond lay a pit-stop, Café Brauer.

Finding the entrance was a frustrating challenge, no not this way. Thereafter, we were treated to a display of total indifference by the serving staff. I have oft wondered how check-in and despatch staff at airports can man their posts and never make eye contact with those waiting. Café Brauer may well be their training school. Eventually, we established there was no room at the inn and so headed next door to The Ice Cream Shoppe. There are no prizes for guessing what was purchased.

Zoo time, given that it was free there can be no complaints. After Honolulu Zoo the Hector was not keen on spending needless funds to see animals already seen. I correct myself, at Honolulu Zoo, animals not seen.

No giraffes, Marg’s favourite, the rhinoceros had to suffice.

The apes stole the show.

Actually, my lasting memory of this zoo visit was the pond life. An extended family appeared to be on the same route, at the same pace, we couldn’t shake them off. I don’t understand why when visiting a zoo, one’s denims have to be at half mast. An underwear sponsor? The females in the entourage were needlessly – loud. We heard their inane comments whether we wanted to or not.  The weans were out of control, save the over-sized one in a pram. Pond life, but maybe a higher class of citizen than those featuring in what follows.

Some Like it Hot – what an educational movie. Apart from introducing a very young Hector to the joy of Marilyn Monroe, this movie also made me aware of Chicago for the first time, and what made it famous: The Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre, The Mob. I had planned the day such that we would walk back and take in the site of the Massacre. Prohibition, down with that sort of thing. Al Capone, we visited his temporary home at Alcatraz. In Las Vegas, I eschewed The Mob Museum on the assumption that Chicago would offer more. I got that all wrong.

The death toll, seven. At the OK Corral it was three. American mainland history, more are taken out in random shootings in the current era. The garage at 2122 N Clark St, where the machine guns did their job, has long gone. The site is open ground, but a chalk mark on the pavement gave a clue. 2120 N Clark St remains.

Marg was hungry. When this daily declaration is made, the Hector has ten minutes to find an appropriate menu. Being mid afternoon, not everywhere was open yet. Two doors down from 2120 was Ricardo Enotica, an Italian restaurant, Marg’s favourite.

The restaurant was just opening, the young lady who greeted us at the door to the empty premises asked if we had a reservation. A table on the pavement was offered, no way, Pedro. She was for turning us away, the Hector was not having this. A chap realised he was about to lose business, the window table was ours, as long as we were off within the hour. How fast can you serve us?

We both had Carbonara, served by – Hector – tasty.

Lake Michigan, it was time to go to the beach and so back through Lincoln Park.

I still don’t think Marg believes that this is fresh water. The police were searching all those who crossed the bridge over Dusable Lakeshore Drive, no booze on the beach. I suppose grass, marram or otherwise, was OK? We walked down North Avenue Beach to the Pier which resembled a recumbent spit. From here, the Chicago skyline was an irresistible view.

It was approaching Bier o’ clock, a few venues between our current locus and home were en route. How does this keep happening? We walked west then south through what is now called the Old Town, a pukka area, so much for Burgess’ Concentric Urban Model. If one could afford a hotel in this area, I would recommend it. A Saturday afternoon, there was the buzz of city life.

Old Town Pour House boasted – 30+ local taps – there must be something here worthy of the Hector.

A large premises, comparable to a Wetherspoons, we were seated at a high table on the bar side of the room. The welcome water went down well, but it took some effort to secure it.  A dizzy waitress.

Space Dust (Elysian Brewing Company, Seattle WA) was hardly local. A gold IPA with a chill haze at 8.3% and a whopping 73 IBU, was stepping back in time. This was a proper dry tasting West Coast IPA, the hops, Amarillo.

Starting with a big hitter, Marg was relieved when I said one here was enough.

Continuing south and back on Clark Street, the Clark St Ale House, it was busy. We squeezed on to stools at the bar, from there, getting served would not be a problem.

Le Griffon (Hidden Hand, Naperville IL & Old Irving Brewing Co., Chicago IL) is a Hazy IPA / NEIPA. With the full milkshake haze, and a big hop hit, this was smooth, delicious. The hops: Nectaron, HBC 586 and Amarillo. Yesterday’s Old Irving brew was a bit short of being stunning, today’s got the straight five!

Having found this splendid Bier, there’s the inevitable thought of more. The ongoing activities at the rear of the room made this unlikely. We moved to a table near the door, away from the noise and particularly loud females. How long had they been out?

With Centennial Crafted Beer and Eatery just around the corner, there was further incentive to move along.

Sat at the bar, thirty six taps to choose from, two NEIPAs. I’ll never know if I chose the better one.

Gummypalooza (Noon Whistle Brewing Co., Naperville IL) a Hazy IPA / NEIPA at 6.7% had the full milkshake haze and a substantial body. This was easy drinking despite the sharp mouthfeel. Citra, Cashmere, Idaho 7 and Sabro were the hops. A second Bier from a Naperville brewery, looks like this could be town worth visiting.

Three bars, it was time to have a Bier at source. Along from our hotel, Freehand Chicago, which we could now see the full extent of the building, as in upwards, lies Crushed By Giants Brewing Company. The escalator on the first floor, second floor in USA, was like visiting a mall cinema.

This was the largest Chicago venue visited yet. Given the crowds we had left, this place was eerily quiet. Again, a seat at the bar, the brewing plant was in sight, a proper brewpub.

Neon Werewolf, a Hazy IPA at 6.8% had the haze but not the body. Too thin for the abv, this Bier could be put in the dangerous category, too easy to swallow. The brewery tasting notes claim a – soft mouthfeel – then this is not what I seek in a NEIPA. Citra and Simcoe are reportedly the hops.

The choices here were not great. Something made me go west once again, mouthwash or just the need for a goodnight Bier?

User Error, a 8.3% DIPA was amber, clear and had an almost burnt flavour, not smoky. Mosaic, Galaxy and Cashmere were present, an abuse of hops? – was recorded as I drank this.

The Bier count was now five, American pints, there was still life in the old Hector. Marg too, was it the sight of Bally’s Casino that had Marg accompany me past the door to our hotel?

Snickers Bar & Grill opens early and closes late, it was tempting to have a marathon session here. A – dive bar – is how the Americans call such venues, as was Suzy Wong’s Hideaway back in Honolulu HI.

We found seats at a window table with decent views of the TVs which, for once, was showing proper sport.

This would keep Marg amused, as did the Baileys which had subliminally, or otherwise been planted in Marg’s consciousness. Else, she was watered out.

There was a long list of tap Bier I did not want to drink. The can list had something familiar.

Son of Juice (Maplewood Brewing, Chicago IL) at 6.3% was had two nights ago at Pizzeria Uno.

I persuaded the compliant waitress that I should pour my own. Poured properly, here was a NEIPA. I knew this Bier had potential, now the Hector was happy, and today’s underlying frustration was tempered. It appears The Famous officially came second in the SPL today. There’s always the Scottish Cup Final.

Let’s have another Son of Juice.

Brewery, bars, restaurant and cafe visited today:

Crushed By Giants Brewing Company – 600 N Michigan Ave 2nd Floor, Chicago, IL 60611

Old Town Pour House – 1419 N Wells St, Chicago, IL 60610

Clark St Ale House – 742 N Clark St, Chicago, IL 60610

Centennial Crafted Beer and Eatery – 733 N La Salle Dr, Chicago, IL 60654

Snickers Bar & Grill – 448 N State St, Chicago, IL 60654

The Ice Cream Shoppe – 2012 N Stockton Drive, Chicago, IL 60614

Ricardo Enotica – 2116 N Clark St, Chicago, IL 60614


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Las Vegas NV – Around The World in 80 Days – Days 54 – 57

Day 54 – Sunday, May 12th  Seattle to Las Vegas

Flying back south to Las Vegas was not logical, and never in the original concept for this trip. San FranciscoLas VegasSeattle – Vancouver (Canada) was the plan, not possible. Our – One World – ticket states we have to fly – east. FYI, there is less than 0.5º in longitude between San Francisco and Seattle. No airline in the – One World – group could fly us from Vancouver to Toronto, we were told.  Vancouver WA, which few have heard of, is the only one the Hector will ever get to visit.

Alaskan Airlines flight AS600, a two hour flight departing at 14.34. This meant a somewhat leisurely morning journey to SeaTac. As we began the lengthy walk from the Metro to the terminal, so we were tooted by the driver of the wally-trolley. He had two spaces, we may as well use them. And so for the first time, the Hector was driven at the beeping snails pace through the garage to the terminal. It is a ridiculous walk otherwise.

Compared to Honolulu, check-in was a breeze. We were in the system, proper, luggage allowance recognised, boarding cards issued. Marg was hungry.

We managed to get a table in one of the few eateries which was not burgers and pizza. Teriyaki Ribs for Hector, a Chicken Salad for Marg. Service was iffy, the tip still expected.  Asian food, maybe I’ve had enough.

Once again, a volcano in the Cascade Range was prominent beneath us. I hoped to see Mt. St. Helens, having taught about the 1980 eruption for thirty four years. Alas, the telltale gap on the south western rim is not as well formed in my photo, so who knows?

The landscape gave way to desert, Nevada, serious heat once again, at last. Sandal temperatures, but still the Hector was not taking chances, the right foot is doing well.

From the ‘plane, I could see both Luxor and Excalibur  as we taxied. So near yet so … in two previous visits to Las Vegas, I have learned that what looks nearby is much further in reality. My third visit, Marg’s second, this was the first trip without school kids. California 2000 and Canyonlands 2009, because the Hoover Dam is nearby. The Hoover Dam, River Basin Management in Higher Geography, Glen Canyon Dam is even more fun to teach.

Google say it’s a half hour walk to Tropicana Ave. to take Bus 201 which runs straight towards Excalibur. The Uber/Lyft pick-up area is clearly marked, simples. Apparently there are 12000 slot machines in the airport.

This was my second stay at Excalibur. The long queue to check in was as expected. Check-in online involved registering with MGM who own a swathe of hotels in Las Vegas. Despite some in the queue needlessly imbibing, and many just being plain stupid, the wait was not too long. Our four nights here cost a third of what we had just paid in Seattle. The Royal Tower, floor 18, this way.

For the first time, the Hector was permitted to walk across the casino floor, juveniles must walk on the perimeter only, and not look. What’s that horrible odour? Tobacco! Smoking is permitted in the lobby, gambling areas, the bars, wtf?

The view from the room was identical to 2000, looking back towards Harry Reid International Airport. In 2000, it was called McCarran, his legacy is no longer kosher.

The Tropicana Hotel is coming down, so our Uber driver informed us, as is Mirage. I cannot believe The Strip is going to soon resemble Sauchiehall Street (Glasgow, Scotland).

We emerged from Excalibur into that brief moment of twilight. The exterior of the hotel is impressive. Only after I left in 2000, did I discover there’s a swimming pool, tomorrow. We found a stall selling tour tickets. The helicopter ride to Grand Canyon was instantly dismissed, another ‘plane ride, just what we need, affordable just. I could have purchased four return flights from Scotland to Europe for what we paid. So it goes.

New York Hotel and Casino, one has to admit, this encapsulates all that is Vegas, complete with roller-coaster high up around the exterior. No chance.

On the far side, The Park Vegas, well sort of, but hey-ho – Beerhaus! Marg was hungry!

Marg arranged the food, Chili Dog, All American, but not pizza or burger, so perfectly fine. Savour the moment, Hector’s first Bier outside a Las Vegas hotel, how does one follow Seattle? Not with plastic!

Love Juice (Lovelady Brewing, Henderson NV) at 5.7%, a Hazy IPA had the full milkshake haze, and some sense of a hop hit. A session Bier, no more, a starter. Mosaic, El Dorado, Idaho 7 were the hops in this lactose Bier. It could have been more, and given the proximity to home, it may well be had again.

Across the street, the Hard Rock Cafe, who in time will occupy the Mirage site. Then there was – The Scottish Brewery – whose name shall never be written in these pages. It would be ironic if they sold the best range of NEIPA in Las Vegas and I was shooting myself in the foot by refusing to cross their threshold.

JaJa, a multi-tap bar further up The Strip,  had nothing of interest. 84 taps, seriously, nothing.

And so to take on The Strip, and the throng. Bellagio, Caesar’s Palace, Mirage, Treasure Island, all in a line on the west side of the southern end of The Strip. There were scantily clad ladies who wanted their photos taken, why?

Every few minutes the waft of grass from a  passerby. Two weeks in the USA, it’s still hard to get used to.

Dancing on a dais whilst a camera rotates 360º seems to be the new gimmick. When you’ve seen it once…

Bellagio Fountains, magnificent, and free! Con Te Partiro an emotional highlight. That the show is every fifteen minutes is an bonus, little hanging about.

Caesar’s Palace, morning glory, silly human race … sang Jon Anderson (Yes).

Silly – is how I have always described Las Vegas.

What do we do tomorrow night, after all, we’ll have done – Vegas. Gambling is not an option, for mugs. Thanks to tipping, I’m only getting 80 cents on the Dollar, why give away more money?

Crossing the road, there are bridges over the side streets. Getting across The Strip, there’s a mad dash near Mirage, which was not performing as we passed. Nothing happening at Treasure Island either.

There was a roar of two-stroke engines. A posse of chaps on mini-motor bikes were having a parade. The police must tolerate this, noisy, amusing, silly.

We took in The Venetian by which time I had worked out when the volcano was due to erupt at Mirage, back across The Strip.

Marg found a spot, I insisted we move, knowing exactly where the best place to observe the show was located. I could get a job as a tour guide, or a photographer. Hector is retired.

Beer Park occupies a balcony in – Paris Las Vegas – directly opposite Bellagio. A rooftop sports-bar is the official description, an excellent viewpoint, better if one can secure a table close to the edge. Access was a bit of a roundabout, well an elevator from inside the hotel was required to access the bar. We’ll always have Paris.

A seat at the bar with a view across to Bellagio was secured. Plastic glasses, they’re having a laugh. Closing time was soon, their justification. Closing, is this not a twenty four hour city?

Contact Haze (Elysian Brewing Company, Seattle WA) at 6.0% was in the preferred style – Hazy IPA / NEIPA. Not as Hazy as it could have been – roll the keg – there was a slight sharpness which subsided, before – dusty – crept in. The palate settled, this was fine. El Dorado, Mosaic, Southern Passion, Sabro, Citra, Sultana, this explains the complexity.

To depart, the obvious route out was now accessible, exterior stairs to a gate, previously locked, on the side-walk. The walk down this section of the east side of The Strip ain’t so interesting, loads of yoofs drinking what appears to be endless litre cardboard cups of melting ice.

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Again, crossing the road at intersections took a bit of nous. To get back into Excalibur requires taking in a corner of New York, behold a bar.

Pour 24, closing at midnight, so why not rename it? More plastic, this could become an issue.

Perhaps it was Hector’s erudite choice of Bier, look at the alternatives, the barman warmed to us, Marg especially. A record breaking Baileys was poured, minimal ice, maximum liquid.

Hector’s left ear was soon at risk.

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Tangerine Express IPA (Stone, San Diego, CA) at 6.7%, was the final Bier of the day. With a 7IBU, this was a decidedly mellow West Coast style IPA, a chill haze?

I liked the spot, an opperchancity to oversee the gamblers on the casino floor, the study of which was prohibited on previous visits. Nothing like as busy as 2000 or 2009, where are the peeps?

Three Biers in one day in Las Vegas, unheard of, no weans.

Bars visited today:

Beerhaus – The Park Vegas, 3970 Las Vegas Boulevard S, Las Vegas, NV 89109

Beer Park – 3655 Las Vegas Boulevard, Las Vegas, Nv 89109

Pour 24 – New York Hotel and Casino 3790 South Las Vegas Boulevard, Las Vegas, NV 89109


Day 55 – Monday, May 13th

The first ever full day in Las Vegas without weans to be responsible for, what does a Hector do? Simples, follow the model which works well on any other day abroad, ah, but not yet. A morning swim in the desert heat, in the pool I totally missed back in 2000. The main pool was closed, the lesser full of weans. No way, Pedro.

When will the pool open? – we asked those who looked as if they should know, e.g. the life guards, the towel handlers. Nobody knew nothing. Nobody appeared to care. No swim today.

Downtown Las Vegas, the original city, north of The Strip, had never been visited. The former – Holy Cow – brewery and the Stratosphere casino, are as far up The Strip as the Hector managed in 2000. The first port of call today, Divine Dosa and Biryani, was immediately to the north of these.

Investing $20.00 in the three day DEUCE bus ticket felt like a good idea. The three, at least, buses planned for today would justify this. The Hector hates faffing about for tickets. The first machine encountered wasn’t talking, advice was sought from a municipal worker who looked as if he would know. The DEUCE ain’t fast or necessarily punctual, but who’s in a hurry?

Divine Dosa, an acceptable Curry House, actually it was not great. During the visit, there was the dilemma: does one tip a robot?

On departure, what was that taste in the mouth I didn’t like? Back on the DEUCE.

Downtown, the part of Las Vegas made famous by movies of the 60’s and 70’s , e.g. Ocean’s Eleven and Robin and The Seven Hoods, featuring the The Rat Pack, or, James Bond’s – Diamonds Are Forever, have planted the Golden Nugget in Hector’s psyche.

This proved to be incidental on encountering the covered Fremont Street Experience. Food, well burgers & pizza, drink, and peeps flying overhead on a zip-wire, this was markedly different from the newer area to the south where we were resident.

Visiting – The Mob Museum – was considered, but with Chicago our next city stop, surely there will be something more there?

Maybe those in the know stay in this part of the city, however, the queue at the DEUCE terminus confirmed that many were heading south to The Strip, regardless. We were not for joining this, a crowd of mostly – yoofs, instead, ice-cream became the objective.

Lappert’s Ice Cream seemed a worthy venue. Following the – blue dot – took us around the exterior of the featureless California Hotel and Casino. The conclusion was eventually reached, Lappert’s Ice Cream was inside.

The wee girls working in such places must be underemployed. Perhaps such jobs are stepping stones for something greater. Are they happy at their work? Stop worrying, Hector, enjoy the ice-cream, the refuge from the desert heat, and the fact that tipping workers at a shop counter is still regarded as pointless. Bier of course is a different matter, and it was approaching Bier o’clock.

Across the road, we had passed Main Street Station. Not a train buff, but railway architecture at times is noted by the Hector. The Triple 7 Restaurant and Microbrewery lies inside, but there was no promise of anything different. Instead, we headed south towards the Arts District.

As is written, and shall be written again, in Las Vegas, just because something doesn’t look far doesn’t mean it’s close. With shoes chosen over sandals for the duration of the days in Vegas, just in case there’s a dress code somewhere, we marched south. The right foot would thank me, the left ankle remains dodgy sixteen months after rolling it in Köln.

Ten breweries are clustered in the area immediately to the south of the Arts District, an industrial area of sorts, with street names such as Commerce Street and South Main Street. This area I would like to have seen fifty years ago. Being a Monday, not everywhere was open. As we would establish, these venues are mostly frequented by the citizens of Las Vegas, off the tourist areas.

Hop Nuts Brewing is like a large bar with a brew-plant, reminiscent of No Rails Ale House (Albany OR). Here too, the serving person was most engaging. This time a young lady who knew her stuff.

A 7.3% NEIPA was perhaps not the best choice for a first Bier of the day but was the only one – in the style.

Chasing Clouds had Mosaic, El Dorado and Azacca hops and was as dry as, drier probably, than a NEIPA should be. Juicy, piney and dank – said the blurb. In other words, an aftertaste that the Hector could have done without. Still, not a bad start to the day.

With Stratosphere looming larger, but still – far away – we headed around the corner to Voodoo Brewing Company. This was a more modest outfit.

Fewer choices, limited indoor seating, one barman, one other customer, crucially, there was no – Hazy.

Tranquil Breezes at 5.5%, a more sensible abv, is an AIPA. Gold with a slight haze, this was again – dry, but light and refreshing. Remember the outside temperature. Azacca, Sultana and Trident hops featured in this offering which was probably more towards the West Coast in style.

We chatted with the two chaps present. The Bier might not have been outstanding, but socially we were doing well. The décor commanded photos, maybe the owners should put more effort into their range of Bier and may I say it, their website?

Able Baker Brewing, hardly five minutes away, was back along the more traditional new wave brewery style.

The food counter was as busy as the bar. No truck here, they do their own, the usual fayre.

One couldn’t miss the ducks. Atomic Duck – was explained, the names of many a Bier being a pun. Split Bill at 5.7% was Hector’s choice.

A Hazy IPA without the haze, was this yet another example of the bar staff not knowing they have to roll the barrel each day? With Citra and Mosaic, West Coast was coming to mind yet again, so – dry – was this Bier. Were all these Biers really so dry, or had Hector’s palate been contaminated with – cabbage – and this was distorting all?

Marg brought in a coffee from a venue next door, no problem.

On another day, I would have stopped off here and tried others, but not on this trip’s model. The sun was nearing the horizon as we crossed over to Nevada Brew Works.

A large corner unit, this was once again a venue which felt like home, well American home. And once again, no Hazy.

Ariana Rye at 6.5%, a Rye IPA, was again suitably dry and hoppy. Rye IPAs have been had over the years when nothing better is on offer. I have never had one I don’t like, they do make a change from the preferred NEIPAs.

Marg had a quality Ginger Beer, why is it so much better over here?

Early evening, a black sky, and helicopters endlessly doing the loop over the city for those who think this is worth it. Take the lift up Stratosphere, but try taking a decent photo with the vibration from the overhead roller-coaster. So 2000.

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Google Maps gives the live bus times in Las Vegas, why not everywhere? A couple of blocks east and we were back on Las Vegas Boulevard awaiting the DEUCE.

Behold a cannabis dispensary and a wedding chapel, all we need now is to see Elvis, in person. Nicolas Cage would suffice.

Having arrived at Beer Park last night just on closing, giving them another chance seemed sensible. Who knows, I might even get a glass.

We alighted from the near empty bus at the Eiffel Tower, only in Vegas. We chose – our spot – at the bar, then waited, and waited. In the UK, Wetherspoons sometimes get a bad reputation for staff being blind to customers, this was something else, and it was one guy in particular. Having eventually acknowledged the Order, he simply disappeared to the far side, never to return. No man”s land. Hopefully his photo has been captured for the World to identify him. Eventually a Doris took the Order, and the Hector had his glass.

Having had the Contact Haze (Elysian Brewing Company, Seattle WA) last night here, why not have a different Hazy, after all, they have been hard to find today.

Ride On (Golden Road Brewing, CA) a Hazy IPA at 7.5%, had the haze but not the body associated with this abv. Not a big hitter then, the sense of hops was pleasant enough and there should have been more. Ten hops had been waved over the vat at the brew-plant: Simcoe, Centennial, Chinook, CTZ, Motueka, Galaxy, Cashmere, Idaho 7, Amarillo and Strata.

Having watched the Hector have fun all day, Marg decided it was time for her to join the party. At The Buzzer, a rum based cocktail, became her tipple.

I enjoyed the Bier, Marg her cocktail, and the view of Bellagio once again. This time we were up for getting our photos taken and chose an obliging passer-by. OK, Beer Park, we’ve done it.

Back on the DEUCE, and the fourth trip meant we were now quids in. With seemingly no stop directly outside Excalibur, or did we just miss it, Luxor was next. I had intended bringing Marg here to show her the replicas of what we have seen with our own eyes in Upper Egypt. Excalibur is all about the exterior, at Luxor, they have an interesting interior also.

Marg was hungry.

The aptly titled Public House had plenty of space and no smoking. Smoking had not been an issue at any of our ports of call today, normal rules apply, but not in gambling areas.

Nachos, a mountain of nachos was ordered, just enough to share.

More Contact Haze for Hector, this Bier is growing on me.

Guess who was last out of Public House, not the casino… time for bed.

The enclosed walkway between Luxor and Excalibur eventually led us past – The Buffet. Open until late afternoon, this is not what the Hector wants. If we are going to do a Vegas Buffet, and in 2000, I think I did Caesar’s Palace, then let’s make a night of it.

Center Bar in Excalibur is open 24/7, the only one anywhere near us that is. I’ll just park this information.

Breweries, bars, restaurant and cafe visited today:

Hops and Nuts Brewing – 1120 S Main St #150, Las Vegas, NV 89104

Voodoo Brewing Company – 1415 S Commerce St #105, Las Vegas, NV 89102

Able Baker Brewing – 1510 S Main St Ste 120, Ls Vegas, NV 89104

Nevada Brew Works – 1327 S Main St Ste 160, Las Vegas, NV 89104

Beer Park – 3655 Las Vegas Boulevard, Las Vegas, NV 89109

Public House – Luxor Hotel, 3900 S. Las Vegas Blvd., Las Vegas, NV 89119

Divine Dosa and Biriyani – The Lassi Bar – 3049 S Las Vegas Blvd #15, Las Vegas, NV 89109

Lappert’s Ice Cream – California Hotel and Casino, 12 E Ogden Ave #2F, Las Vegas, NV 89101


Day 56 – Tuesday, May 14th

Apparently, if one visits Las Vegas, one has to do a show. Adele was having a break from performing, just as well, how much would that have been. The Scorpions have just left the city, Marg claimed never to have heard of Santana. In turn, I had never heard of… Fifty years after their heyday, the music survives, The Australian Bee Gees was the compromise, Tickets purchased, we were given instructions on where to find the Thunderland Showroom, right here in Excalibur. A bonus, but no chance of using our three day bus pass.

Once again, the Hector found himself at the Excalibur swimming pool, still closed. This time we were advised that the main pool could open at 11.00. This was not an arbitrary time, at 11.00 the sun appears over the building, the swimming pool no longer in the shade.

A swimming pool in the desert, water courtesy of Lake Mead. This ticked a box, two. The water could have been warmer, ah, that’s why the pool doesn’t open until the sun shines directly on it.

Brunch, in our hotel. Adjacent to the elevators for the Royal Tower is Johnny Rockets, a cafe selling American food. There was a consensus that it was time to embrace this. Marg had pulled meat in a bun, not Hector’s thing. It may look like a burger, is served in too sweet a bun, but technically ain’t.

Hector went Mexican, cold, wet, and never as Spicy as they claim. Only once have I had Mexican food which was a challenge.

This afternoon was particularly silly.

Heading back out into the heat, the lower east side of The Strip became Marg’s focus of attention, but not before the Hector had taken photos of Beerhaus in the daylight.

The Bier list is also posted, enough to justify another visit.

ABC Stores, not as prolific as in Honolulu, and selling everything one might need if luggage was lost in transit. With only five flights left on this trip, let’s not tempt fate. Skechers had nothing that fitted at a sensible price, so much for big discounts. Why does the Hector have a big blister on the sole of his right foot?

M&M World, really. Marg likes sweeties, other than that, the attraction of this place still puzzles. And apart from the lesser pool at Excalibur, this appeared to be the focal point for weans in Las Vegas. It’s for the children – said Captain Picard, Marg had to have her photo taken. Coincidentally, the two boys I took to the Star Trek Exhibition on the California 2000 trip also wanted to visit M&M World. Then I avoided it, not today.

It was approaching Bier o’clock, but with our big night out later, this was postponed. Coffee. Greenwich Village Coffee popped up on Google Maps, it had to be in New York Casino, the blue dot got us there, eventually. This impressed.

Out of sight of the casino floor lies a mock-up of, well, Greenwich Village. The Vegas casino gloom had to be maintained, also, the roller-coaster must have boarded just above us, so quite a bewildering atmosphere, but atmosphere there was. A frappuccino for Hector with the indulgences, Marg still doesn’t get iced coffee.

Sitting here was fun, despite the noise from the roller-coaster and a chap pushing his metal-wheeled trolley across the cobbles. People watching, it was at this moment that Howard phoned. Last time, we had a live band playing behind us in Christchurch, the cacophony here was commensurate. It costs nothing, how come nobody else has phoned us? Much appreciated.

There was a time-out back at the room, then the moment to embrace the glad rags. We’re going to a show!

Who knows where our purchased seats actually were located. Not a sell out, we were clearly upgraded to a not too far from the stage table. A table, I’ve always wondered abut people ordering drinks at their table during a performance. As it happened, few, if any did.

The band took to the stage, three chaps out font with two sets of teeth, one and a half lookalikes.

Maurice, in the required hat and perfect teeth, was the main man, compère, joker. If there was a Beatles-band tribute act needing a new – John – then our Robin could equally have auditioned.

Barry was new to the outfit, the back-projected videos featured somebody else. Clearly, Barry was hired for his singing and guitar ability, yep, he had to manage the falsetto. In time, his appearance may adapt.

A rather decent bass player in particular, and drummer completed the group

Everyone knows the music of the Bee Gees, or Lay TossersClive Anderson’s interview was twenty seven years ago. Having watched that infamous interview again, it was all going so well. One person’s TV career ended that night.

Too many medleys was my only criticism of the performance, Massachusetts, we’re heading there soon, did not get the full respect I feel it deserves. I’ve Gotta Get a Message to You, Tragedy, Alone, Love You Inside Out, Words, Too Much Heaven, You Should Be Dancing, Nights on Broadway, Immortality, To Love Somebody, More Than a Woman, I wasn’t making notes, but all the old songs were covered. A video montage of the – swinging sixties – featured a British DJ whose image has been erased from television. As it happens.

The performance was polished, humorous, musical, entertaining. For the finale, the Saturday Night Fever era, those who wished, were invited stage left to an area which had been demarcated for dancing. Women love to dance, Marg was off, leading the way.

Night Fever, Jive Talkin’, You Win gain, How Deep Is Your Love, Stayin’ Alive, where do I find one cd collection featuring all of the above. This year’s xmas stocking may well demand it.

Post show, the band were lined up at the exit, souvenirs etc, come on, they’re a cover band.

The following photos capture our different objectives for the remainder of the night.

Beerhaus, my new local, time to try a CAN.

Vegas as Fuck (Revision brewing Co., Sparks NV) at 6.5% could well turn out to be the best Bier I’ll have in Las Vegas. Where were all these NEIPAs yesterday when I was touring the local breweries? The hop hit was there, a sharp aftertaste was the only downer. Mosaic, Galaxy and Vic Secret were the hops. This Bier had pedigree.

Because I could, I ordered a 330ml bottle of Edelstoff (Augustiner, München, Bayern). This was my first Bier from Europe of the trip. The price was appropriately silly, well the bottle had travelled 9279km.

Mango Love Juice at 5.5%, the sister of Love Juice (Lovelady Brewing, Henderson NV) did not have the expected Haze, or maybe I should now just accept this is how it is out west. An attempt at a NEIPA, one assumes the same hops as Love Juice, but the sweetness altered all. Way too sweet to be a NEIPA, so I’ll settle for – Hazy.

Closing time, again. What has happened to this city?

Back to Pour 24, well it’s difficult to avoid it. Creatures of habit, we sat in – our spot – at the bar.

Three nights, three different barmen, no chance of another Baileys overdose?

Hazy Little Thing (Sierra Nevada, Las Vegas NV) at 6.7% , an IPA, no full haze and no hop hit. There were reported many varieties in there: Magnum, Citra, Comet, El Dorado, Simcoe, Citra, Mosaic.

Being the last night in Vegas where a lie in was possible thereafter, the Hector was not for going upstairs yet.

Cue the Center Bar in Excalibur. The Bier range was not great, a bottle of Shock Top (Shock Top Brewing Co., St. Louis, Missouri) at 5.2% was listed as a – Belgian White. A wheat ale brewed with Citrus, peel and Coriander, a Hoegarden clone? This was spicier, and well beyond Hoegarden. Decent, another.

There are no prizes for identifying Marg’s tipple.

The chap sitting beside us, was soon engaged, meet Frank, a Canadian. The three of us put the World to rights. There was an honest evaluation of what’s wrong, in so many places, the Middle East, Ukraine, Trump. The conversation went on for the next couple of hours. More booze, Screwdrivers became the tipple of choice. Marg took her leave, the chaps were having a ball.

Bars and cafes visited today:

Beerhaus – The Park Vegas, 3970 Las Vegas Boulevard S, Las Vegas, NV 89109

Pour 24 – S Las Vegas Boulevard Zumanity – New York New York Theater, Las Vegas, NV 89109

Center Bar – Excalibur Hotel and Casino, 3850 S Las Vegas Blvd, Las Vegas, NV 89109

Greenwich Village Coffee – New York Casino, 3970 Las Vegas Boulevard S, Las Vegas, NV 89109

Johnny Rockets – Excalibur Hotel & Casino, 3850 Las Vegas Boulevard S, Las Vegas, NV 89109


Day 57 – Wednesday, May 15th

The last day in Las Vegas, ever. Three visits, there is absolutely no reason ever to come back here. Today, therefore, was all about ticking off another item on the bucket list: a flight over Grand Canyon. I had also promised Marg a grand meal at a non Indian restaurant.

For reasons unknown, there was a long lie in. With a mid-afternoon flight there was still time to kill. Marg was hungry. The fast food eateries in the corridor connecting Excalibur and Luxor should have something simple and wet enough for a Hector to eat. With a big meal planned for later, there was no point over-indulging this early. Asian was therefore dismissed along with the usual food to be avoided. Starbucks had a yoghurt-cereal creation. Why was securing a seat so difficult? The setting was naff after the luxury of our hotel in Honolulu.

We were to be collected at Excalibur and driven to the airport at Boulder City near Hoover Dam. Having stood at the Uber pick-up point, no sign of our lift. Fortunately, there was a phone-call which directed us to another exit to the hotel, for coaches. Full marks to the company for being on the ball.

This was the third time I have been driven from Las Vegas to Boulder City, Hoover Dam being the eventual attraction. Boulder City grew out of the camp that was eventually constructed for those who built the dam, as did Page (Arizona) for Glen Canyon Dam. The latter hasn’t fallen down yet.

Our minibus seated twelve, the number that would eventually be sat in a de Havilland Twin Otter. Check-in involved standing on scales, I suspect they were more interested in my weight. As Marg and I would be sat on opposite sides of the ‘plane, somebody had to work out the distribution. We had drawn lucky straws, full window views, hopefully refections would not be too much of an issue.

Nobody told us that de Havilland Canada DHC-6 N190GC was fifty four years old. A vintage ‘plane, and compared to the similar brand that flew us around New Zealand, this was cramped, rickety, seat of the pants flying. This was also the smallest ‘plane I had been in since jumping out of Cessnas in the 1970s. Today, no parachutes. One trusts the pilots, one decidedly young.

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The headphones were required so as we would hear the instructions and occasional commentary. The location of the sick-bags was made known, ominous. Hector has not been sick on a ‘plane since before this one was built.

A thunderous take-off had us airborne, too far to see Las Vegas or Henderson, Boulder City from the air it was then. Sat on the port side, I definitely had the better view.

The stock aerial photo of Hoover Dam is one I used in teaching for years. To finally take my own was a moment of fulfillment. How I could have done with this in my slide/Power Point shows – here’s one I took earlier.

Hoover Dam, one of the great engineering marvels on the planet. Lake Mead, the draw-down is clear, however, Glen Canyon Dam is its silt trap, the levels of lake Powell are more significant.

On my first visit in 2000, I walked across the top of the dam on US 93 to the Nevada state line, and briefly over it into Arizona, just to say I had been there. Before 9/11 there was actually a plan in place to construct an adjacent bridge, a la Glen Canyon Dam. In 2009, the year before The Mike O’Callaghan–Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge opened, nothing larger than a SUV was permitted to cross the dam. Our coach had to re-route back though Las Vegas to reach Zion National Park.

A bumpy ride does not begin to describe this flight. As anticipated, after we left the security of the plateau beneath us and reached the mesa and ridges, we were being bounced around the sky.

Don’t look down at the camera, trust the photos will be alright, hold it together, Hector. The young lady sitting font-starboard lost it, more than once.

Pass the sick bags forward.

Having seen Grand Canyon from South Rim, I knew the Colorado would appear as little more than a stream in the depths. That we secured so many decent photos was quite surprising. The late afternoon sunshine also helped, an earlier flight would have meant haze.

The sedimentary layers do mean one is looking back in time. Uplift, weathering and erosion created all this. Everyone should see the Colorado River and Grand Canyon.

Dropped back at the other entrance to Excalibur, the light was perfect. Without the gimmicky towers, Excalibur us just a big hotel.

We had worked up quite a thirst, Johnny Rockets to the rescue, our own hotel burger bar.

Long trousers once again for our big night out. Buca Di Beppo is the Italian restaurant in Excalibur. We had a reservation, this meant were taken into the heart of the restaurant.

Nuns! Nuns! Nuns on dodgems, why not?

The menu rang alarms, the prices are ridiculous. How can they charge this for Lasagne and Garlic Bread? The waitress explained that a portion is to share, two of us might manage one portion. A challenge. Only at home do I ever have a satisfying quantity of Lasagne. I may have glanced at the wine menu, Sparking Water would suffice.

The Lasagne was moist with abundant tomato sauce. At home, the Hector defies all and cooks a cheese sauce. A decent portion, we destroyed it.

Then there was the Garlic Bread, the most expensive Bread on the planet per slice? Let’s not let the price spoil the meal. Apart from when we have been put up, our stay in Las Vegas has been the most economical part of the trip.

Well, until this afternoon’s fight.

There had to be a final Bier in Las Vegas, maybe two. Back to Beerhaus and more Love Juice (Lovelady Brewing, Henderson NV). I may have had hazier, this at least had the lactose and was brewed nearby.  And it was served in a glass!

Bar, restaurant and cafes visited today:

Beerhaus – The Park Vegas, 3970 Las Vegas Boulevard S, Las Vegas, NV 89109

Buca Di Beppo – Excalibur Hotel, 3850 Las Vegas Boulevard S, Las Vegas, NV 89109

Johnny Rockets – Excalibur Hotel & Casino, 3850 Las Vegas Boulevard S, Las Vegas, NV 89109

Starbucks – Excalibur Hotel & Casino, 3850 Las Vegas Boulevard S, Las Vegas, NV 89109

 

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Day 50 – Wednesday, May 8th   San Francisco to Seattle

Unable to use the check-in kiosk for Alaska Airlines, we had to find a person to process us. Elmer came up trumps, he was no fud. Not only was our baggage allowance recognised, he added further notes to ensure that our flight out of Seattle would be problem free.

Flying over Oregon, a decision that was not made lightheartedly. Apart from the zoo in Portland, I doubt if there was much to amuse Marg. Another zoo? In 2018, Dr. Stan’s Big Birthday Trip ended in Seattle, we were just finding the mother-lode of breweries when it was time to go home. This time, the Hector had our four nights planned.

This trip has spent quite some time on the edge of the Pacific Ring of Fire and on top of the Hot Spots (Hawaii). Having left San Francisco, the earthquake risk has subsided, for the next few days, a volcanic eruption becomes the next natural hazard.

The Cascade Mountains came into view from our vantage point at some 30,00ft. Mt. Shasta or Medicine Lake Volcano was the first encountered. This was followed soon after by Crater Lake, I never thought I’d see it in the flesh as it were. Mt. St. Helens was on the starboard side of the ‘plane, so the most famous mountain in the range was missed. However, Mt. Rainier loomed large, half the height of our flying altitude, and much closer on our descent to SeaTac Airport. We would see it every time we looked east from Downtown Seattle.

The Green Line (1) took us from SeaTac to International District/Chinatown. On alighting, it was straight to the ORCA card corporate office to get the necessaries. By clever planning and an on-time flight, we had an hour to spare before closing time. A lady trainee, supervised by a lady of Yoruba origin, processed our travel cards. This time the Hector merited the named card of an Honored Citizen, and travel at a fraction of the going rate.

Bus 4 to Belltown Inn took some time to arrive. Once again we were treated to a psycho drama involving a vagrant and a do-gooder. Our stop opposite Belltown Inn was adjacent to a congregation of down and outs. The fictional Elliott Bay Towers in Belltown is where Frasier lived. I don’t recall the vagrant being outside his apartment block.

Accommodation in Seattle does not come cheap. Once again I can post that the Belltown Inn is the most expensive hotel I have ever stayed at. The young chap at check-in said he was giving us an upgrade, always nice to hear,one wond ers what we might have got. Anyway, a large, bright, spacious room overlooking the city is what we were given. No view of the bay.

Chili’s South Indian Cuisine is where the Hector was headed first. Back on the Green Line heading north took us to the University District. Chilli’s is a matter of metres from the Metro station.

In 2018, Hector was here twice, it was that wonderful. A friend of Tracey B had made it known that the review on Curry-Heute of the second visit was posted in the window. As it happened, multiple copies were in situ around this wonderful Curry House. The only thing missing was our hostess – Anila. I promised we would return on Friday for lunch.

Back Downtown, it was time to show Marg some of Pike Place Market and the sunset. To the east, Mount Rainier, long overdue a performance. Fortunately there have been no overtures of late.

Starbucks, the original, was promised for a later time, it was definitely Bier o’clock, and Seattle is, IMHO, the Bier capital of the USA, the World even. When we reach New England, this viewpoint may change. I still cannot find New England on a map.

It was Scott, a USAAF veteran who led Dr. Stan and Hector to Cloudburst Brewing back in ’18. Located halfway between Pike Market and Belltown Inn, the plan was that this would become our – local.

The Bier list was studied, one stood out. Two Player Mode at 6.7% with Nelson Sauvin and Mosaic hops, it had to be. Two stunning hops in a juicy milkshake, this Bier was right on the button. A sensible abv, the body to match, there was no need to say anything else this evening.  Marg was being super-indulgent.

Clouburst at source in Seattle WA, the Hector was home.

The brewery and restaurant visited today:

Cloudburst Brewing – 2116 Western Ave, Seattle, WA 98121

Chili’s South Indian Cuisine  –  4220 University Way NE, Seattle, WA 98105


Day 51 – Thursday, May 9th

The Space Needle, one may be aware of it already, it’s totie in comparison to the Downtown buildings.  Yet again the Hector had to ascend the heights to verify if this perception was true.

First lunch was to be had, where better than a random outlet in Pike Place Market? Sound View Cafe in the lower deck of the market was chosen, well, because it had a view. The usual food parameters were in vogue. Marg did well with her omelette and fries, the Hector, not so.

This morning I happened to read an article about Michael Caine. An unassuming chap, on a film set, he asked if a turkey sandwich was possible. Knowing that a sandwich in the USA is something different from a slice of cold meat between two slices of Mother’s Pride, I thought I would investigate. Way too dry, the obligatory cheese was naff, salad cream would have been better.

Not great bread, and Hector only ever has crisps with Bier. Is a steak much sandwich better?

Time to be tourists. Marg missed the chaps at the Fish Market throwing the fish after a sale. The Chewing Gum Wall was suitably disgusting.

As a consequence of Tom Hanks in – Big – the – Zoltar – machine was given the utmost respect.

With quite a few other interesting stores, we maybe spent longer here than expected. The avoidedance of acquiring needless chattels continues, we have a weight restriction until we reach Boston. This did not stop the Hector trying to locate a – Columbia -–sportswear outlet, with no success.

The Seattle Monorail was built in the early 1960s when this city hosted the World Fair.

The Monorail connects Downtown to the Seattle Center, a walkable distance, so apart from the passing tourist, probably a complete waste of money. The Orca Card was valid, so why not?

Having purchased the tickets for the Space Needle, we had to walk up a ramp to find the elevator. Wheech!

A glass floor, let’s not stand on that. Close to the edge, let’s not stand there.

I managed to secure photos of Fremont where I stayed in 2018, plus Ballard where we were headed next. Plus, of course, Mt. Rainier dominated the inland skyline.

With acrophobia, there are few places where one can stand in these constructions and not melt. Let’s get aff.

Bier o’clock

The D Line Bus took us north from 1st and Denny to 15th and NW Leary, right on the southern edge of what must be the finest cluster of breweries and taprooms anywhere on the planet. No nutters on this bus, but we had been warned about Bus 28. At the corner of NW Leary and 14th there was a small gathering, not a brewery, a food bank. Whilst one has sympathy for the needy, particularly those with non-self-inflected problems, what about them who were filling their SUVs?

Reuben’s Brews Taproom was choice #1. Visited in 2018, this was certainly one of the outstanding breweries encountered on that fateful day spent at this locus, and too late. Then, I had two, today one Bier only. After our days in San Francisco and Honolulu, it is clear I can keep Marg amused if we keep moving on. Just the five Hazy IPAs to choose from, though Quad Crush at 12.0% was a non starter.

Hazealicious at 6.0% felt like a decent starting point. A Hazy IPA / NEIPA, with Citra, Strata and Mosaic, this was truly wonderful. The full milkshake haze, the body, this is what I struggled to find so often in New Zealand. On a chaps trip, there would have been more of this, and others on the list tried. Hours would have been spent at Reuben’s, not today.

Great Notion Brewing – Ballard lay diagonally across the street.

Just the three NEIPAs around the 7.0% mark. Same ritual. Again, this was a large, welcoming venue, but I cannot verify of there was actually brewing at this site.

Pulpatine at 7.0% could not have been more Hazy unless it has been pure mango juice The photo does not do it justice. Another Bier I immediately wanted more of, to think I could have still been at Reuben’s... HBC 586, Galaxy, Nelson Sauvin and Mosaic hops, another winner.

Lucky Envelope Brewing lay a whole two blocks east.

Dr. Stan and I reached this late in the day back in 2018, the serving Doris was excellent. Alas, she has moved on and none of the staff today recognised her.

There was a queue, the end of a running club meeting, don’t people have work on Thursday afternoons? Who wears pink? Frelard – Fremont/Ballard?

As I queued outside, I sent Marg in to grab a table just in case it got too wild. The majority sat outside in the sunshine, not a place for Hector to drink Bier.

Twelve taps, but only one Hazy. Whilst it was good to be back, relive the memory, and take in today’s extravaganza, this time, definitely a one pit stop.

El Dorado at 6.4%, a Hazy IPA, the board was giving away no more. Momentarily, HBC 586, Citra Incognito, Mosaic and El Dorado hops were confirmed. A step down from what came before this felt a bit thin for the abv, Remember, on another day, I would still have been at Reuben’s.

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With two venues previously visited and one new one, time to restore parity.

Bale Breaker & Yonder Cider Taproom was but half a block east. Another substantial building, here there was no queue.

There was a chuck wagon outside, and Marg was hungry. Bale Breaker boasts of having the largest outdoor seating area in Seattle. With the sun setting, it was safe to join them.

Thirty two taps, but half were Cider. Only one Bier was definitely brewed in Ballard, the remainder probably at the main plant at Yakima WA.

Moon River at 6.6% a Hazy IPA with Mosaic, HBC 586 and NZ Nectaron hops, there was nothing here not to like. The fist sip was a big hit, thereafter the same buzz was not quite attained. Maybe the palate needed a break, or reinvigorating.

Marg went to fetch food.

Today was the day, fifty days without a Burger, it had to be. A burger or nothing. The Beef Kamikaze was right up Hector’s street. I first met my now good friend – Jalapeno – in this very State, down in Vancouver WA.

When one knows what to expect, it takes the edge off. There was no escaping cheese, this is the USA. Marg also bought Croquettes, now we had a feast. One can never have too many Croquettes.

Then there was Marg’s drink, who knows what this was meant to be.

This was my fourth Bier of the day, I wasn’t caring much, but the brain did have a final stop-off in mind. In the direction of where we could get our bus back to Belltown, lies Trailbend Taproom. In 2018, the Doris at Lucky Envelope promised us that this bar would be the last place to close in Ballard and would have a worthy range of Bier on offer.

A block and a bit back west, we came across Wheelie Pop Brewing, Trailbend was immediately next door. We sat at the bar, it had been a while. Just as well, impressive as the board was, no abv was given. Marg announced she was having an Aperol Spritz, might as well join the party.  The barman was excellent.

A choice from three became Under Under (No Boat Brewing Company, Snoqualmie WA) at 6.8% featured Nelson Sauvin and Motueka hops. Under Under is reportedly an ever changing brew featuring New Zealand hops. Tonight the Hector had another winner. This was a wonderful Bier on which to finish a wonderful day of Ballard-Seattle Bier drinking.

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Bus 40 was a civilised affair. Heading south-east through Fremont, we passed Outlander Brewery & Pub which became Dr. Stan and Hector’s local back in 2018. Not tonight.

Our end stop was at 3rd and Virginia. This meant walking a few blocks back along 3rd Avenue which I now appreciate has quite a reputation for dereliction. I’ve seen worse, try Dumbarton (Scotland)  town centre. The vagrant was at peace.

Hector was not for hitting the hay yet, there is always writing to be done. Unfortunately, a group of yoofs were intolerably loud as they ate their Takeaway at the large communal table in the reception area at Belltown Inn. Even the Hector knows when he is beat.

The breweries, taprooms, bar and restaurant visited today:

Reuben’s Brews – The Taproom – 5010 14th Ave NW, Seattle, WA 98107

Great Notion  – Ballard 5101 14th Ave NW Suite 101, Seattle, WA 98107

Lucky Envelope Brewing – 907 NW 50th St, Seattle, WA 98107

Bale Breaker & Yonder Cider Taproom – 826 NW 49th St, Seattle, WA 98107

Trailbend Taproom – 1118 NW 50th St, Seattle, WA 98107

Sound View Cafe  –  1501 Pike Pl #501, Seattle, WA 98101


Day 52 – Friday, May 10th

Whilst Curry at Chili’s South Indian Cuisine was foremost in Hector’s mind today, Marg was keen to visit the original Starbuck’s afore. An early morning rise to minimise the wait, or even avoid, the queue. Early? We’re not flying today.

11.00 was early as Marg could get the Hector out of Belltown Inn. The short walk to Pike Place Market led us past Cloudburst Brewing, more on that tonight. Yes, there was a queue, but Marg was persuaded to just wait.

Well organised, there was a lady marshal who engaged with everyone as they reached the front of the line. Having paid little attention before, there was now time to take stock of what was happening. The queue was advancing steadily, how were they turning people over this quickly? Was there a rear door through which customers were departing? What about those who wished to have a second coffee, or just sit and relax?

The explanation as to how this conveyor system suddenly dawned. The #1 Starbucks outlet is – coffee to go – only. What?

Once inside, there was a photo frenzy. After all, this would be a once in a lifetime experience. Latte for Marg, Frappuccino for Hector, with cream on top, and why not? Marg extracted every bit of pleasure from our few minutes inside, chatting with everyone.

We took our coffee back across the road to the viewing balcony on Pike Place Market.

Mt. Rainier was still behaving.

And so back on the Green Line up to the University District and Chili’s.

Our Hostess, Anila, was not present as we once again took our seats, momentarily that changed. It was Marg who Anila recognised first having read Wednesday’s review already. Indeed, multiple printouts were to hand, soon laminated. Maybe one day I’ll get to see if today’s visit receives similar celebration. Lunch was, of course, excellent, and on-the-house.

Mutual respect, Curry-Heute features prominently at Chili’s South Indian Cuisine, the best Curry encountered in the West of the USA.

Big Time Brewery and Alehouse was almost directly across the street, however, Hector was keen to get back to Ballard. Marg wanted ice-cream, Sweet Alchemy, located at the Metro, was not sit-in, we had had done enough Takeaway today. Prior experience, Bus 44 runs east-west across North Seattle, to the north of Fremont, where I stayed in 2018, on to Ballard, and Bier.

Bier o’clock was decidedly early today.

Stoup Brewing was the closest to where we alighted, and was also the first brewery in Ballard visited in 2018. In 2018 there was a sense of family groups, today less so. In 2018, IPA was accepted as West Coast, but NEIPA was changing the palate.

This trip has been unashamedly about exploring the latter, and so Cap Hill *Magic* at 6.3% was the go-to Bier. This proved to be the perfect start to another day. The full milkshake haze set the Bier to be totally – in the style. With a body matching the abv, this sat well on the plate. New Zealand hops, nothing not to like. Cryo POP, Nelson Sauvin and Riwaka Cryo featured. Who has been to Nelson?

Keeping to the one brewery, one Bier model, the next venue was being considered. I didn’t have to go far. Directly across the street lies – Urban Family Brewery – another brewery – in the pink.

Understandably quiet mid afternoon, there was still a good vibe here. Burning – by – The War on Drugs – had the Hector reach for SoundHound. Meanwhile there was Bier.

World Wide Wallabies at 5.5%, another New Zealand hopped delight. A NEIPA with the full milkshake haze and a body way thicker than most at this abv, this was totally tropical, excellent. Nelson Sauvin and Riwaka hops once again. I may have missed the hop harvest in Nelson-Motueka-Riwaka, however, the hops have reached these shores ahead of us, the Bier is ready and waiting for the transient Hector.

The temptation to stay in Ballard, try more breweries, re-visit the highlights of yesterday, not to be. Marg still wanted ice-cream, there was a Salt and Straw Cap outlet a few blocks west, however the Downtown venue caught the eye. As yet, I hadn’t set foot this far inland in this Seattle peninsula, cue a bus.

Bus 44 could have taken us almost to the door, but would have taken all day. Alighting at the University District we took the Green Line Metro down to Capitol Hill. This unveiled a walk past Cal Anderson Park, sites and architecture of Seattle different from Belltown. There was also the realisation that this area features a mini cluster of Breweries never explored, including another Stoup outlet.

We did pass Redhook Brewlab housed in the Pike Motorworks Building. Four nights in Seattle, I should have stretched it to five.

En route to Salt and Straw Cap, we also passed a statue commemorating a certain Mr. James Hendrix, a more than competent guitarist, who was born in Seattle. The ice-cream was small for the money, Bier is better value by far.

Crossing Interstate 5 was a landmark moment, the road which runs from Mexico, through California, Oregon and Washington to Canada.

I have certainly been on the southern stretch of this highway on a day trip to Tijuana from Los Angeles back in 2000. One day in Mexico, make that an afternoon.

There was a time out back at Belltown Inn, quite a warm afternoon.

Tonight was the last opperchancity to let rip in Seattle, another flight in two days. Little did I know what awaited.

Here Today Brewery & Kitchen is located directly west of our hotel, but with the Downtown Seattle grid tilted a la Brisbane, we had to take a series of right and left turns to reach the desired part of Elliot Avenue. Beyond the brewery lies Olympic Sculpture Park which Marg has encountered in her morning walk/exercise ritual. A railway line which must have been under our feet all along is on the surface at the brewery, now hugging the coastline. Frasier may have had a view over Elliot Bay from his fictional Tower, I do not see how Here Today Brewery can claim to be a waterfront establishment.

Marg fancied a cocktail. Oleander included the key phrase – Masala Chai – a favourite. What came was truly awful, even Marg admitted that this milky tea concoction was not to her taste. Meanwhile there was Bier to be selected. After two winners earlier, Glitter Paw at 6.4% was only – decent – or – de-saint?

A Hazy IPA / NEIPA with Warrior, Citra and Mosaic hops, it was the sense of mango which stood out. A better Bier may have commanded another, but tonight was about the return visit to Cloudburst.

Two Player Mode was the immediate attraction, still as wonderful as it was two days previously. The Hector was certainly congratulating himself for having chosen accommodation in Belltown.

As we were staying put, time to try something different. Not a Lawyer at 6.7% a Hazy IPA / NEIPA had the full milkshake haze, however, a slight tartness took the  edge off. Simcoe, Cashmere and Citra were the featured hops.

As I entered my Bier score on Untappd so I became aware of somebody called Matthew doing the same. It didn’t take long to work out who it was. Born in Island, now resident in Edmonton (Canada), Matthew was taking the opperchancity to enjoy some Bier whilst his wife and daughter were at a teeny-bop concert nearby.

As we indulged ourselves in Two Player Mode, Marg was happy to have fresh meat with which to converse. Marg’s Bier knowledge ain’t too shabby, she has been to Bamberg (Bayern) often enough to hold her own even though she has only ever had a single Bier. Then of course there’s Czechia and Polska.

A 22.00 closing time, Hector was not last out, some known to the barman had that honour. I’m not from New Zealand, far too early for bed. Just The Tap was around the corner, a bar, what a bar.

Open until midnight, this turned out to be a – pour your own – venue a la – Off The WallHonolulu (Hawaii). We appeared to be first in, but there were people in the back room in this substantial venue. Having taken a $20.00 deposit, a young chap talked me through the process – doh! Marg managed to acquire a Bacardi, or similar, and cola.

The Biers which caught the eye were from Seattle breweries visited in 2018: Fremont Brewing, close to where we stayed, and the long established Downtown venue – The Pike Brewing Company.

Fremont’s Sky Kraken at 5.5% was described as a Hazy Pale Ale. It wasn’t. Almost clear, thin for the abv, it was an OK starter, but was not to be taken seriously. Should it have been Hazy? Was this another example of the staff not rolling the kegs before opening time?

Cosmic Pulp (Pike Brewing) took me surprise. A wonderfully Juicy IPA at 6.6%, if they had this at source back in 2018, Dr. Stan and Hector didn’t spot it. With the full milkshake haze and the juiciness living up to its classification, this was another joyful Bier experience today. Citra, Amarillo, El Dorado and Mosaic were the featured hops. There was more poured.

Our stay at Just The Tap was prolonged when yet another party broke out. A couple wearing interesting t-shirts had to be engaged. Emily RB and Åsmund joined us. Scandinavians of course, well it should be obvious given I can print the correct – Å – in WordPress, but not the correct – I – in Island.

We had an excellent hour in their company.

This was a long and near perfect day, what aurora borealis? Mysterious coffee, quality Curry, a free lunch, excellent Bier, a late night, but there was a mist on the horizon. At 04.30, our time, there’s an Old Firm match.

The breweries, bar, restaurant, coffee house and cafe visited today:

Stoup Brewing – 1108 NW 52nd St, Seattle, WA 98107

Urban Family Brewing Co. – 1103 NW 52nd St, Seattle, WA 98107

Here Today Brewery & Kitchen – 2815 Elliott Ave Suite 101, Seattle, WA 98121

Cloudburst Brewing – 2116 Western Ave, Seattle, WA 98121

Just The Tap – 90 Blanchard St, Seattle, WA 98121

Chili’s South Indian Cuisine  –  4220 University Way NE, Seattle, WA 98105

Starbucks – 1912 Pike Pl, Seattle, WA 98101

Salt and Straw Cap – Pike Motorworks, 714 E Pike St Suite A, Seattle, WA 98122


Day 53 – Saturday, May 11th

Joe Biden, President of the United States of America is in Seattle today. So are Marg and Hector, our final day. A pity we cannot fit him into our itinerary, far too busy, we have a completely different agenda. Having missed out on the Aviation Museum at Pearl Harbor (Honolulu), today was payback day for all the animals encountered in captivity on this trip. The Museum of Flight is situated at the southern end of Boeing Field and to the north of SeaTac Airport. This was as close as the Hector would get to a return to Renton.

The day began early, the trusty Oppo was switched on around 05.30, ah well. This season it appears that in Old Firm matches, The Famous score early, VAR disallow the goal, we lose. So it goes.

Somehow, we managed to head south without brunch. Bus 124 almost magically took us from directly outside Belltown Inn at 3rd & Bell all the way to the airfield. Our route passed through Georgetown, with just the six breweries, including other outlets for Elysian and Great Notion. As and when Dr. Stan reads these pages, he knows the future is not infinite and the ball is in his court.

The Museum of Flight is not just an aeroplane museum, the first hall we entered was about space.

It is written that after landing on the Moon in 1969, Neil Armstrong visited Kitty Hawk NC where the Wright Bothers made the World’s first powered flight, allegedly, as recently as 1903.

Leaving the room about space, where the exhibitors were keen to display the answer to the question everyone as to ask, we entered the main hangar. A Boeing B-17 was the first ‘plane encountered.

B-17

I had never seen a B-17, the Flying Fortress. Nearby, the B-29, the Superfortress, the ‘plane which bombed Hiroshima.

B-29

The demeanor of the Enola Gay flight crew suggests they may have appreciated the significance of this flight.

B-52

Outside the hangar was the B-52, Stratofortress which entered service in 1952 and was the stalwart heavy bomber for some forty years. Yes, the Hector has a fascination with ‘planes.

As I stood taking in the size of the Flying Fortress and just how close the belly – ball turret – was to the ground, we were approached by a chap, keen to talk to us. He was acting as the agent for Captain Dick Nelms, a WWII veteran, aged 101!

He had flown a B-17 over Deutschland on an insane number of missions. Twenty five missions was the initial norm before crew were rotated home to instruct.

The introduction of the long range fighter escort – Mustang – (left) as close to a copy of the Spitfire (right) one could build without infringing copyright, saw the number of missions raised to thirty, then thirty five. Dick Nelms completed the thirty five, Catch 22 invoked in reality. It was an honour to meet Capt. Nelms, we chatted for some time.

B-47

Strategic Air Command, a Cold War era movie starring another WWII war hero, James Stewart, featured the B-47 – Stratojet – which was parked beside the B-17. (If I have my photos interpreted correctly.)

Air Force One – Boeing 707

Air Force One, it’s not every day one gets to board such a well known ‘plane. However, the Boeing 707 featured here dates back to the 1960s, Kennedy, Nixon et al.

A Boeing 747 – Jumbo Jet – eventually replaced the series of 707s, what better than to board the prototype 747?

The icing on the cake was Concord. A huge ‘plane with minimal seating.

Concord

It didn’t look too comfortable, just as well the flights were short. The Hector get to do the pre-take-off drill.

We had to cross Interstate 5 by a bridge to the further exhibits.

Hector was home, behold the Messerschmidt Bf-109, a ‘plane so rugged in design it looks menacing.

Bf-109

Spitfire

The sleek lines of the Supermarine Spitfire may be graceful, I have always been drawn to the Bf-109, even though it was superced by the Focke-Wolf Fw 190 by 1941. Prior to WWII, the Bf 109 was originally powered by the Rolls Royce Merlin (eventually built in Hillington, Glasgow) as was the Spitfire, before, through necessity, a Daimler-Benz, air-cooled engine, had to be installed.. The two fighters exhibited, were unlikely to have met. With canons on the wing, this is a much later mark of Spitfire.

Mustang

Curtiss

In the same hangar, the P-51 Mustang, the inferior Curtiss P-40 Warhawk and the Russian, Yakolev Yak-9U. All look as if they mean business, again Spitfire clones?

Yak

Then there’s the US Navy fighter-bombers, some of which look as if they were hardly capable of flight. The Republic P-47D Thunderbolt and General Motors FM-2 Wildcat appear rugged, but slow.

Thunderbolt

Having seen Midway, both versions, and read too many books on this subject, it is generally accepted that some were sitting ducks.

Wildcat

Marg was hungry, as was the Hector, despite the visual elation providing sustenance.

The on-site Wings Cafe was our only hope. Chilli, a wee pot, a wee snack, lots of cheese. European sparkling water, yay.

WWI aeroplanes, it all started here.

Caproni

Today I learned that it was the Italians who first installed a machine on the monoplane – Caproni Ca 20. Was the gun pointing backwards? Thereafter, the familiar Sopwith Camel, S.E.5a, Albatros D.Va biplanes and Fokker Dr.I Triplane were on display.

Sopwith Camel + Snoopy

S.E.5

Albatros

Fokker Dr.1

The replica, dirty Fokker was done out in black, not the red of Baron von Richtofen. It was Arthur Roy Brown who shot down the Red Baron, not Charlie. Snoopy was spotted sitting on the wing of the Sopwith Camel.

The final hanger proved to be a ‘plane too far for Marg. She didn’t appreciate how many different aeroplanes could possibly have been built, more than animals in a zoo. The star of this section was the stunning Lockheed M-21 – Blackbird.

Blackbird

Whilst to this observer, the Americans were always seen to be catching up, piston fighter, passenger jet, jet fighter, this beast, unleashed in 1963 looks ahead of its time.

The edges say – stealth – yet this Mach 3 bomber, used as a reconnaissance jet, may well never have been used in anger.

Cruise Missile

Suspended from the roof was a series of drones including the recognisable AGM-86 (?) cruise missile.

V1 – Doodle Bug

No collection would be complete without the Fieseler Fi 103 “V1”Doodle Bug – the World’s first turbojet flying bomb. Here’s an opperchancity to remind readers that Marg and Hector have visited Peenemünde (Deutschland) where the V1 and V2 were developed.

The ubiquitous Bell UH-1H “Huey” helicopter, yet seen in the flesh today for the first time, and the McDonnell F-4C Phantom II completed the sensible sightseeing.

 Phantom

Then there was the Taylor Aerocar III, well it was the 1960s.

Taylor Aerocar III

This is a précis of the vehicles seen today, as with Pearl Harbor,  The Museum of Flight deserves its own page.

As we stood at the bus stop outside what was the original Boeing HQ, so Mt. Rainier loomed, nearer than seen already.

Back in Seattle, Marg wanted ice-cream. You’d think it was hot, wait until tomorrow. Gelatiamo, another chain, provided the necessaries. This found us Downtown, it was Bier o’clock.

The Pike Brewing Company was first visited in 2018, as is written, this is where we met Scott, another USAAF veteran,  who promptly led us to Cloudburst. Until yesterday, I had no plan to return, then I sampled Cosmic Pulp late last night at Just The Tap. The Hector had to have this wonderful Bier – at source.

The interior of Pike Brewing remains dramatic. In addition to brew plant, the multi-level, multi-tap brewpub, is adorned with Bier paraphernalia. A veritable museum of Bier memorabilia.

Despite Hector’s warning, Marg ordered Root Bier. Bubblegum is how it tastes to me, Marg went as far as – not pleasant.

As reported yesterday, Cosmic Pulp at 6.6% was as good as it gets.

All American Hops, Mosaic, the first daughter of Citra and Nugget, tends to be a winner.

Marg was hungry, I suppose after the wee pot of Chilli, it was dinner time. Fish & Chips for Marg, Buffalo Wings for Hector.

Always better than pizza or burger, and a vast improvement over what Dr. Stan ate back in 2018.

Sat in a room off, one always wonders why staff lead you to a certain locus, we were well looked after. A top rated Juicy IPA / NEIPA served at Pike, yesterday I had not anticipated this, now we know.

Cloudburst Brewing, for the final time, and a decent Ginger Beer for Marg.  Frustratingly, there was no more Two Player Mode. It was available in a Can four-pack, I might have considered a single, nope. The serving Doris did not impress. She could have split a four-pack, she could have changed the keg, the classic useless girlie.

Please Wait To Be Seated at 6.9% captured the atmosphere, everything on her terms. A Hazy IPA with the expected milkshake haze, this was sharp tasting on the palate. With a relatively high IBU of 50, not a surprise. East coast meets West? It did settle but in no way as good as Two Player Mode. Vista and Citra were the hops.

Perhaps a disappointing end to my final Cloudburst visit, but let’s take stock. Four visits in total, I shall never again visit a US brewery this often. It also confirms that Belltown is a good district to inhabit.

There was a final venue which had caught the eye over the last few days. Locust Cider Market Place serves Bier and Cider.

Marg had the 5.0% Juicy Peach Cider, this was to her liking. For Hector, his last ever Bier in Washington.

Enchantments (Icicle Brewing Co., Leavenworth WA) at 6.9% was soft on the palate, undemanding for the abv, worryingly so? Hydra, Citra and Mosaic hops, I could have had another, but it was time to draw a line under Seattle.

Tomorrow Las Vegas NV.

The breweries, bar and cafes visited today:

The Pike Brewing Company – 1415 1st Ave, Seattle, WA 98101

Cloudburst Brewing – 2116 Western Ave, Seattle, WA 98121

Locust Cider Market Place – 2003 Western Ave Suite 110C, Seattle, WA 98121

Gelatiamo  –  1400 3rd Ave, Seattle, WA 98101

Wings Cafe – 9404 E Marginal Wy S, Seattle, WA 98108

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Day 46 – Saturday, May 4th

May the fourth, as the Americans like to call it, the dressing up parade was cancelled. A TV channel informed us that today’s 9ºC is 10ºC cooler than is normal at this time of year. Rain may have been the bigger issue. Hector had conceived this trip so as not to arrive in Chicago and Seattle before winter had lost its grip. At 38ºN, San Francisco lies at a similar latitude to Lisboa and Athena, a higher temperature was anticipated. However, there is nothing one can do about its West Coast Maritime climate, rain is always a possibility, after-all, Colombo always wore a raincoat.

It was pouring as we emerged from Powell Street BART station, a few minutes after midnight. The escalator was off already. Passing some undesirables, our 20kg bags were duly hauled up the flights of stairs. Hopefully the Hector had judged it correctly, Hotel Amari on Sutter Street was before Powell Street became really steep.

Six blocks north-ish, passing Union Square, then one and a bit blocks west, spotting the vagrant was not difficult. Who else would be on the street in this downpour?

The chap at reception had taken my earlier phone-call, all was well, check-in a formality. Six floors up, a tired building, the room could have been smaller. No ocean view here, no more waking up to a Hawaiian-Pacific vista, our new window showed the rear alley. An adequate room at half the price we will be forced to pay in later stops.

Hector was hungry. Also, going straight to bed, even at this time, was not on. A nearby 7/11 remained open, a focal point for those we had carefully made no eye contact with. Sadly the adjacent Kebap shop had just closed. The Hector could have murdered a Dönner. Instead, that other delicacy, the Hot-Dog came to the rescue. Not just that, a Chilli-Dog! On the scale of disgustingness, this was – eleven.

After our nocturnal repose, there was no sense of having to go out in the rain any time soon. With four days in San Francisco, visiting two Curry Houses was seen as the optimum. The nearby Shalimar Restaurant came up trumps. An excellent choice, Hector. Shalimar was considered in 2018, Chutney Indian Restaurant opposite being chosen instead.

In 2018, Dr. Stan and Hector resided nearby on Geary Street, between Tenderloin and Union Square. Heading down towards the BART station, I was expecting to see the tent town which had once occupied one of these blocks. It had gone. Still, there remained a few unfortunates in doorways, they were minding their own business.

Our Clipper Cards had to be topped up. The first machines didn’t like us. A chap from the Metro came out to help, sorted. With the rain receding we were once more at the Powell Street Street-car terminus.

This was the perfect opperchancity to take the cable-car over the hill towards Fisherman’s Wharf. I had ever seen the terminus without a queue, well it was a cold, wet, Saturday brunchtime.

Not the best day for sightseeing, over the hill we went. Marg had secured an optimum seat. Her first sighting of Alcatraz came into view. Cable-car, Alcatraz, this visit to San Francisco would be different, but this is the second half of our 80 Days, the first was Marg’s. Realistically, how much more Bier can the Hector manage? Haven’t done too badly so far.

With Golden Gate Bridge in the distant mist, there was little point going total tourist today, though we would end up at the beach.

On The Beach (Nevil Shute), another favourite movie featuring San Francisco. We took in the atmosphere of the near deserted Fisherman’s Wharf, Pier 39 itself we could come back to. I took in the submarine, the Liberty Ship had gone. It only feels like two days since I last saw a US submarine.

Coffee time. Marg fancied the imposing Boudin Bakery & Cafe. Fresh bread was being racked, oh to have some. Then there’s the Chouder served in Bread which I missed out on in 2018 for the same reason as today, too soon after lunch. Marg queued for coffee, I secured places at a bench table opposite a mature couple.

Deutsch, the first I’ve heard on this trip. A couple from Ulm, Marg and I have been to this part of Deutschland near Memmingen where Ryanair fly to for München. We were all far from home. With Marg in full conversation mode, the Hector interjected sporadic Deutsch into the conversation. It’s still there, somewhere, I just don’t get to use it any more.

Maßlogiskeit in Maßen, nobody had got it yet. Finally, two people understood the motto of Le Tour du Monde en 80 Jours. Even translated to English, I still don’t think Marg does. Obscure, moi? I definitely did not want everyone we met reading it aloud in English. Roll on Canada.

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Having already done – the beach – I headed towards the first brewery of the day – San Francisco Brewing Co. I remembered the old factory building complete with chocolate shop, that would amuse Marg. I also recall taking a phone-call from Marg whilst standing outside the Brewery. In 2018, Marg was heading for bed whilst Dr. Stan and Hector were imbibing.

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There was to be no imbibing at San Francisco Brewing today, we were lucky to get in. The place was beyond stowed. Initially I thought it was a private function given everyone was dressed to the nines. The TV gave it away, Kentucky Derby, a grand day out, it must be a local ritual.

Had I got a Bier it would have been a most uncomfortable drinking experience. Better to leave, at least I had confirmed this place had survived, my favourite San Francisco brewery from 2018, Local Brewery & Beer Bar has seemingly gone.

Google Maps gave me a bus back along the waterfront, however, Tram F was waiting. Embarcadero next, and the Fort Point Beer Company tap. Getting off a stop too soon turned out to be serendipitous.

Behold the pier for the Alcatraz ferry. Two tickets were booked for Tuesday, hopefully more clement than today.

Photos of not the Golden Gate were secured, as ever Marg was looking for anything in the water that showed signs of life.

Rain has been the curse of many a day on this trip, and it was back with a vengeance. No sooner had an Asian chap taken our photos than another massive downpour forced us to retreat indoors.

Embarcadero is way longer than I remembered. I knew Fort Point was no more than a stall serving Bier, but where? The blue dot was well confused, had they moved to grander premises. Having dismissed the likely, I looked in an unlikely place, and so the first Bier of the day was ordered.

It was standing room only to begin with, in time we squeezed ourselves on to the end of a bench, the group of loud girlies having departed.

Animal Tropical IPA at 7.4% was had in less than moderation back in 2018. The Good Doctor and Hector had quite a session on this, the serving staff appreciating our custom. How things change. The wee girl serving was indifferent, the Hector palate has also moved on. Pleasant as this dry, full bodied West Coast IPA may be, this 54IBU with Vic’s Secret and Simcoe and Citra hops was more bitter than one currently seeks.

With a clear blue sky, it was time to head inland and discover what the new had to offer. The BART took us five stops from Embarcadero to Church Street. From there it was a short walk to Wilkommen by Black Hammer Brewing Company. Black Hammer, the source, had been visited in 2018, Wilkommen proved to be quite different. The full range of Black Hammer Bier was promised.

This Bierhaus was attempting to capture the feeling of being in a Deutche Bierhalle, without having the acreage. Multiple taps, but only five on. Hardly acceptable on a Saturday.

There was a soft drink for Marg served in an Andechs glass. What a pity everyone back home would be asleep. The Hector ensured they would know of this on waking up.

Marg was hungry. How elaborate was the wrapping for her doughnut? How many calories in the doughnut? Meanwhile, the Hector was enjoying a near perfect Bier, in the style!

Cuddle Puddle was either 6.0% or 6.7%, the given information was contradictory. On a blind tasting I would have guessed even lower it was a bit thin for the given abv.

This well Hazy IPA had a big hop hit: Cryo Citra, Idaho 7 and Galaxy. The juicy roundness of flavour was there. A delight, the temptation to stay for more, many more had to be resisted. More places to try.

It was a fifteen minute walk, mostly flat, to Standard Deviant Brewing in the evening sunshine. On the approach we passed a huge red brick building, some history. here The San Francisco Armory, built in the Moorish style, allegedly, is now an events centre.

Standard Deviant Brewing is a traditional industrial unit, a brewery, unlike those places which falsely claim to be. I liked the atmosphere here, getting served was not a issue despite the number of people present.

Hazy IPA, Brah? At 6.8% had the full haze for a Hazy IPA / NEIPA. This too tasted tropical, juicy and thin for the abv. It need a boost on the hoppiness and mouthfeel, nowhere near as good as that which had proceeded it.

Marg’s Cock’n Bull Ginger Beer proved to be a winner. This soft drink had bite, one to look out for.

Hector was not last out of Standard Deviant Brewing but had a departing photo taken just the same.

Conveniently, around the corner was the multi-tap bar – The Crafty Fox Alehouse – a proper pub. We took seats at the far end of the bar, a tactic that worked well at Suzie Wong’s Hideaway in Honolulu. Whilst the Hector got tore into some serious Bier drinking, Marg found herself deep in conversation with an Indian chap, Fargal.

First up was a Bier from Cellarmaker (San Francisco) visited in 2018. Citra Galaxy at 6.8% was on the board as a Hazy West Coast IPA. This is all becoming very confusing, do they mean this or is there just a block on using he term – New England? With a full haze, and associated hoppiness, it was only the sharpness that put it – West. With the barmaid onside, she came up with a CAN but the Hector was sticking with draught.

Papillon (Moonraker Brewing Company, Auburn, CA) at 6.8%, a NEDIPA was not holding back in terms of Haze and body. Still, the Hector was hoping for a bigger hop hit.

Meanwhile, Fargal was annotating Marg’s paper map with suggestions for walks and ice-cream. Whose trip is this? Some new Bier places I had spotted were evaluated, it looks as though we might be heading further west than anticipated. But on another day. Fargal was good company, it broke the monotony of just the two of us as we are scheduled to be for another couple of weeks.

 

A five Bier day, and US pints at best, not a huge intake. Time to plot the route home.

Bus 49 would take us due north leaving us blocks west of the hotel, a connecting bus was possible. This would save us the walk uphill and hopefully avoid the vagrant. Bus 49 was on time, however, Marg was not willing to wait for the connection, we had to walk. We were on Bush Street, one block higher than our hotel. At the corner of Mason Street was – The Summer Place – how inviting was this?

A late night bar, seconds from Hotel Amari and thereafter, downhill home. A comparatively quiet place, there was a Hazy, a final Bier for the night. Marg found a Baileys substitute, Carolans.

Hazy Train (Fieldwork Brewing Company, Berkley, CA) at 6.9% had the full milkshake haze, the hop hit, and was immediately enjoyable. With Mosaic and Amarillo this was ticking boxes, but was just a bit short of the – wow!. A good find in pleasant surroundings, not too loud music and ancient Bay Watch was on the TV.

Around midnight, the place filled up somewhat significantly, the party began, led by Marg no less. Aussies, Scousers, Mancunians and Scots, what more does one need? More Bier and Ersatz Baileys how many more, who cares.

A wild Saturday night in San Francisco, who would have thought?

Breweries, taproom, bars, restaurant visited today:

San Francisco Brewing Co. – 3150 Polk St, San Francisco, CA 94109

Fort Point Beer Company – @ Embarcadero – Ferry Building, One San Francisco Bay Trail #54, San Francisco, CA 94111

Standard Deviant Brewing – 280 14th Street, San Francisco, CA 94103

Wilkommen by Black Hammer Brewing Company – 2198 Market Street, San Francisco, CA 94114

The Crafty Fox Alehouse – 1700 Mission Street, San Francisco, CA 9410

Shalimar Restaurant 532 Jones St, San Francisco, CA 94102


Day 47 – Sunday, May 5

Once again, there was no great desire to go out early. With a blue sky, today felt like a good day to visit Golden Gate Bridge. The Fargal nominated Golden Gate Park would mean going west also. The opperchancity of another Curry fell into my lap. I received a – Stop Press – from Curryspondent Bill. With Brothers everywhere, he had been trying to convince me that the best Curry to be had was across in Berkley/Oakland. However, – Five Rivers – on the south side of Golden Gate Park was the venue he was now championing.

Once again we headed down Powell Street to the BART and recharged our Clipper Cards. From there, Bus 13 would take us from Mission and Fifth to Golden Gate Bridge. Despite seeing the route in front of me, I still had it in my head that the bus would head along the waterfront. Having found the bus stop on the wrong side of the road it dawned on me.

Every bus but ours came. With quite a queue having formed, Bus 130 eventually limped towards us. Up and over the hill once again, Fillmore, a famous name associated with Humble Pie. Or is that Fillmore East? The bus stopped at the toll just before crossing  the Bridge. Last time, Dr. Stan and I ended up going round the Presidio and had to walk quite a distance to get back here. We also went down to the water’s edge. Having done – the beach – Marg was happy not give away our altitude needlessly. There was no question about actually standing on the bridge itself, never mind walking out on it. Sydney Harbour Bridge was quite enough thank you.

How many photos does one take in the digital age? As many as necessary until – the one – is captured.

Bus 28 to Judah and 19th, then Tram N three stops west, simples. We were all over the car park trying to find the bus stop, when Bus 28 appeared. We managed to get on, and sat back as we headed east, not south. People keep offering us seats, why? Having swapped to the correct Bus 28, the traffic queue though Golden Gate Park was ridiculous. Marg insisted we walk the last leg instead of waiting for the tram.

Five Rivers Indian Cuisine – aka – Mr. Singh – proved to be a major disappointment. Curry Bill had this wrong, or his family had. It’s also possible the true Chef was not present. Whatever, the reason, not a place to be recommended.

Ice-cream next, and this time the Hector had the plot for Tram N showing on Google Maps. There was a ramp, just how high was the tram door? As it happened, this was for wheelchair access.

Tram N dropped us round the corner from Hometown Creamery.

The queuing system was chaos, the wee girlies behind the counter, oblivious as to who was next. A gathering outside decided to bring their ice-cream back inside. Let’s claim the seats, not use them, block the passage. Had nobody ever seen a baby in pram before? As for the ice-cream, it was OK.

Hector the irritable, that’s what happens when Curry lets one down.

Having done Fargal’s ice-cream, it was time for Fargal’s park. Golden Gate Park is quite a bit south of the Bridge. A decidedly linear park, it runs east-west. It took some time to ascertain which were roads and which were paths on Google Maps. The Botanical Garden was Marg’s first objective. It was closed. Late Sunday afternoon, who goes to a park on a Sunday?

We took in some of the music at the impressive bandstand. The atmosphere was heavily polluted with the smoke of a certain, now legal, substance which we have been encountering since arriving in Honolulu. It’s everywhere. Is everyone in USA now – high?

Fargal had mentioned The Panhandle, an even narrower strip of greenery protruding from the east side of Golden Gate Park. As we headed along this, Marg spotted a – wolf! Do they have urban wolves in San Francisco? Coyote – as quite a few signs warned –  leave them alone, but report them if seemingly aggressive. As with the vagrant, we did not interact.

Does anyone collect ducks? Quite a muriel (sic), dedicated to the San Francisco Fire Department. SFFD like to make themselves visible across the city.

Barrel Head Brewhouse lies to the north of The Panhandle, Magnolia Brewing – Haight to the south.

Hector had already picked out two venues on Haight for this afternoon/evening. Having visited Woods Polk Station in 2018, today it was the turn of Woods Lowside.

Woods Lowside is another taproom for Woods Beer & Wine Company, the brewery is to the east towards the Mission District.

Water was the most important thing to arrange, available on a help yourself basis at the rear. It had been a long walk to get here. After Curry, a Cider often replenishes a thirst better than Bier.

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Dry Cider Sonoma Blend at 8.5% totally hit the spot. This may well have been the driest Cider ever. Sensibly, there was only the one.

The Fuzz at 6.5% was a much more sensible affair. The full milkshake haze and a big hop hit. Strata hops and a bit of what I call the Polish aftertaste stopped this being right on the button. Still, damn good.

Across the street lies Toronado.

Dr. Stan insisted we visit this Belgian-style bar in 2018, I believed Marg would enjoy something more familiar. Cash only – said a chap on our side of the bar as we entered. Yes, I know. Here was the opperchancity to use some of the Dollars left over from 2018. I also learned back then to leave the change on the bar. That is how it is done.

Another chap, sitting mid bar, appeared to know everyone. Was he the owner, manager, or possibly the chap who appears in the blurry photo posted here from 2018? Also, was he controlling the music. I did not expect to hear Alcest and so much – shoegaze – in this place. There turned out to be a jukebox, quality collection.

Electric Lettuce (Moonraker Brewing Company, Auburn CA / Alvarado Street Brewing, Monterey CA) at 8.5% was quite a collaboration. This NEDIPA had the full milkshake haze and body to match. Mosaic and Citra hops featured, this was truly excellent. There might have been another.

I had to approach Mr. Popular, he confirmed the fuzzy photo was of our barman this evening, hence the photo.

Bus 7 from Haight & Fillmore took us back to Powell Street. Having had quite a quiet day Bier-wise, I suggested we stop off at the local from 2018 – Bartlett Hall.

The place was almost empty. I suspect the hotel upstairs maintains the business, the Bier remains from yesteryear.

Whilst Goofy Boots at 5.9% impressed back in 2018, tastes have move on from the West Coast.

Crash Bang, Wallop at 6.3%, another West Coast IPA, was clear with presumably a high IBU. Citra, Elani and Freestyle Nelson hops were employed to brew this distinctly dry Bier.

The Hector was last out.

Marg was still awake. With a three block walk uphill to Hotel Amari, or one more to The Summer Place, well…

We were recognised on entry. The drinks order remained the same, the same stool was taken. It looks like we have a local. Fortunately or otherwise, the mob from last night had gone elsewhere. A sensible climax to the evening.

Breweries, brewery tap, bars, restaurant and cafe visited today:

Bartlett Hall / Bartlett Brewing Co. – 242 O’Farrell St, San Francisco, CA 94102

Woods Lowside – 530 Haight Street, San Francisco, CA 94117

Toronado  –  547 Haight St, San Francisco, CA 94117

The Summer Place – 801 Bush Street, San Francisco, CA 94108

Five Rivers Indian Cuisine2245 Judah St, San Francisco, CA 94122

San Francisco’s Hometown Creamery – 1290 9th Avenue, San Francisco, CA 94122


Day 48 – Monday, May 6th

Today, Alcatraz, however, the sea lions at Pier 39 were probably just as interesting for Marg.

A bright, occasionally sunny day, but still windy. With a boat scheduled at 14.00, still the extra outer layer. San Francisco remains unseasonably cool.

Having walked past Union Square, today we took the opperchancity to actually have a photo or two to record its proximity to our accommodation. Tram F then sped us towards then along the waterfront to Pier 39.

Marg was hungry. The fruit stall was the first stop. Having walked the length of Pier 39, which felt like a theme from an imaginary western, we chose another Boudin Bakery outlet for brunch.

Toast and jam for Marg, who may have sneaked in an earlier snack, the Hector stayed healthy, and moist.

We could hear the sea lions before we saw them. This was Dunedin on steroids, such happy chaps. Whatever time we had to kill before our scheduled ferry was taken care of.

It was a short walk back to the Alcatraz ferry terminal. I found the Liberty Ship which was berthed beside the submarine back in 2018. 

For reasons unknown, we were not permitted to take our guns on the boat. Maybe we could buy some when we reached the island.

The USA is short on history, yet this infamous island surely captures the imagination of those of us who grew up with Burt Lancaster as The Birdman of Alcatraz and Clint Eastwood’s – Escape from Alcatraz. Even Sean Connery and Nicolas Cage made The Rock here in 1996.

Established as a prison in 1934, Al Capone, an early guest, completed only 4.5 years of his life sentence on this island before syphilitic brain damage saw him transferred to another penitentiary. Charming as Burt Lancaster may have potraid the charcter, Stroud was not a pleasant chap.

The prison itself did not last thirty years. As Frank Morris, Clint Eastwood’s character proved, the place was crumbling. Weathering.

Hector on another boat. At least the journey was short. A National Park Ranger gave his spiel before letting us loose. His main advice, make sure we don’t miss the last ferry back. He didn’t tell us what the consequences might be.

With the portable audio guide around our necks, we headed round the cells. In time we took our own route, outside to the exercise yard, long before we were due to. In time we saw the cells of the famous, however, the dining hall certainly captured the imagination. Whilst the showers may not have been safe, here people were issued with weapons three times a day. So it goes.

The exterior photos captured Golden Gate Bridge in the distance plus the nearby mainland. So near, yet so far. Cold water, no chance of surviving the swim, they say.

Native Americans, Indians even, briefly occupied Alcatraz in 1964, the year after it closed, before a two year occupation in 1969. There was a movie/slide show outlining this. There was hope of some more video on the villains, but not today.

Never take the last boat, a sound tactic. This photo I find quire evocative, all that is San Francisco. I shall entitle it – Sweet Freedom.

Back on dry land, Colt Tower, possibly San Francisco’s equivalent of La Tour Eiffel, is still on the list of things to do, tomorrow.

Hector was hungry. Brandy Ho’s Hunan Food was visited in 2018, easily the best Chinese food ever eaten. The place was empty as we entered late afternoon. The chap serving insisted he was there in 2018 and so must have served me last time. Hot & Sour Soup, Smoked Duck Hunanese, why change a winning formula? The Hector was due a break after the test of endurance on Day 12 at Spice Paradise  (Sydney). Alas, this was not to be. Not as Spicy, however, the smokiness was off the scale. Schlenkerla Urbock (Bamberg, Bayern) this was no.

The Hector can tolerate extreme smokiness, this was beyond acceptable, to the point of being unpleasant. The quality of the Meat itself was also in doubt. This was not a good experience.

Meanwhile, across the table, Marg had Dumplings and a more sensible Hunan dish. One of us enjoyed their dinner.

Around the corner lies The Baked Bear, an ice-cream shop. A palate cleanser was required. Chewy ice-cream, not the best.

Thereafter, the obligatory walk through Chinatown.

There may have been no laurel or hearty welcome, but after waiting an extraordinary amount of time, the required photo was captured. Another classic example of people not being aware of what is happening around them.

Bier o’clock. Two new breweries on the agenda today, located on either side of Panhandle which we walked along yesterday. Bus 6 took us from Market Street to the door of Magnolia Brewing – Haight.

Magnolia Brewing appeared to be no more than a brewery tap, a diner even. It took until the time of writing to establish that the brew plant is in the basement. Nobody mentioned this, but the staff were otherwise pleasant. Cold water was a welcome thirst quencher before getting down to business.

Hazy IPA at 6.7%, a NEIPA by any other name, was a worthy choice. The full milkshake haze was here, as was the big hop hit. Luminosa and #1019 hops were new to me. If any criticism is due, the body felt a bit thin for the abv, but still, an enjoyable Bier.

It was a few blocks north to brewery #2, Barrel Head Brewhouse. Crossing Panhandle, no coyote today. From the moment we entered Barrel Head there was a feeling that we were in the way of the locals. Wearing my invisibility cloak, it took some time to get served. The Bier on offer was of yesteryear.

My Biguana at 7.8% featured the dreaded Talus, fortunately this was not noticeable. The Mosaic and Simcoe hops had drown this out. Yellow, clear and mellow for what was a West Coast IPA, not bad, but not what was hoped for.

Bus 5 took us back to Powell Street, and the climb once more past the hotel to The Summer Place. We’ve found our local, the staff knew the Order. Hazy Train is a fine way to finish the day.

Breweries, restaurant and cafes visited today:

Magnolia Brewing – Haight – 1398 Haight Street, San Francisco, CA 94117

Barrel Head Brewhouse – 1785 Fulton Street, San Francisco, CA 94117

The Summer Place – 801 Bush Street, San Francisco, CA 94108

Brandy Ho’s Hunan Food  –  217 Columbus Ave, San Francisco, CA 94133

Boudin Bakery Cafe – Pier 39, Beach Street Spaces 5-Q, San Francisco, CA 94133

The Baked Bear – 303 Columbus Avenue, San Francisco


Day 49 – Tuesday, May 7th

Whilst Marg was out for her morning exercise, where awareness and confidence had taken her as far as Embarcadero, the Hector was considering the next flight. Alaska Airlines once again will not permit an on-line check-in. I did find a chat link on their app and so engaged an agent. The full story of our being ripped off at Honolulu Aiport  was related. A refund was duly promised, and a note added to our booking to facilitate our check-in for tomorrow’s flight to Seattle. A good start to our final day in San Francisco, and an awareness, that this is it. There shall be no return.

Having spotted Aquarium of the Bay on previous visits to Fisherman’s Wharf – Pier 39, Marg was not for leaving San Francisco without taking this in. Kelly Tarlton’s original SEA LIFE back in Auckland has but whetted the appetite, not sickened.

The daily ritual of topping up the Clipper card was once more completed at Powell Street. We are now confident that we should not be leaving excess Dollars on the Clipper when we leave San Francisco.

It was back to Boudin’s Bakery for brunch. Chowder, finally.

Alas, Marg did not pick up on the difference between Chowder and the full on Fish Chowder. It took an extra mass of butter to finish the bread.  Enjoyable as it was, it could have been more.

The Hector is not doing so well for food presently, a Curry is overdue.

Aquarium of the Bay was pretty much the same as the Auckland original, except having climbed the exterior stairs, one takes an elevator back down to ground level.

Fish we had seen already, but here there be otters. Two, plural was accurate.

Megabucks for this, at least the sea lions were still free, as was the bird show.

And now for today’s challenge. Colt Tower, the landmark shown in every American TV programme set in this city.  Starting at sea level, it was quite a climb to the base of the tower. On arrival, there was the suggestion that it was closed already. Tickets were bought, and there was no discount given that the elevator was not working.

High places, a recurring theme, and now a climb. We were asked to ensure that we did not rub against the walls as we climbed the spiral staircase, mustn’t destroy the muriels (sic).

Having taken our photos, the lady supervisor insisted she taken our photo with a special lighting effect. A pity she couldn’t do anything about the unflattering profile. Hector is not fading away despite the number of steps being recorded each day.

The walk back down towards Embarcadero included interesting flights of stairs. Much easier going down than up. At the tram stop, we were engaged by a couple who work at the nearby Levi Strauss corporate office. Our World Tour intrigued, as did the tour polo shirt. Not having it embroidered in English was a wise choice.

The trams were all full and so we walked back to get a bus which would connect with Bus 67. Barebottle Brewing at Bernal Heights was to be the final San Francisco brewery visited.

Bernal Heights, suitably high and the roads decidedly steep. Whilst the driver negotiated obstacles, Marg and Hector were treated to details of the intimate lifestyle of three young ladies. Loud voices, no shame, the American way.

Barebottle Brewing is big. With an impressive array of taps, Bier for all. The Hector even had options. A quiz was underway. American sport, sorry sports, no chance. Anything else, no problem. Then there was the wall of puggies and other amusements. It was all happening here. Had it been quieter, I would have stayed for a second Bier, Barebottle I liked.

Surf Detective at 7.3%, A Hazy IPA, or NEIPA in the real World, had the full milkshake haze and a decent hop hit. Mosaic, Amarillo and Sabro were the hops. The Sabro may have been responsible for the pineapple hit. This took the edge off perfection.

Hop Oats Pub & Brewery was intended to be the next venue, but sources convinced me there was nothing of interest on offer. Bus 9 took us back to our patch. Why this more direct route had not showed up earlier puzzles. Similar sources also convinced me that Hotel Adagio, a couple of blocks from our own hotel, had a decent range.

Marg was hungry. A portion of three Fish Tacos made Hector’s Buffalo Wings look a bit insignificant. It was a miracle that we secured these. The bar at Hotel Adagio was full of suits, seating was minimal. A high table was offered by the chap who served us initially, he disappeared and we relocated to a more comfortable locus. In keeping with our bus journey, a chap was regaling the entire bar with details of his life that we had no interest in. I pity his lady collleague who had to hear all this, and do the noddies.

Marg had Dessert. She was doing alright.

The Bier options were nothing like what I had been led to believe. Cool Kidz Calicraft Brewing Co. (Walnut Creek CA, USA)  at 7.2%, an AIPA was the only Bier worthy of consideration. An OK haze, no more than a sense of hops, I wasn’t even sure if I had been given the correct Bier. I asked about cans in the fridge, Doris behind the bar had no knowledge of these.

Knowing where a good Bier was guaranteed, we headed up the hill. Did I pay for my Bier at Adagio? The tip probably covered it.

And so for the final Bier in San Francisco. Hazy Train (Fieldwork Brewing Company, Berkley, CA) at 6.9% simply ticks all the boxes. Whilst giving it an OK score on the first night, this has been upgraded. Mosaic and Amarillo doing their job.

Excellent Bier, an excellent bar with excellent staff. – The Summer Place.

Brewery, hotel, bar and cafe visited today:

Barebottle Brewing Company – 1525 Cortland avenue, San Francisco, CA 94110

Hotel Adagio – 550 Geary Street, San Francisco, CA 94102

The Summer Place – 801 Bush Street, San Francisco, CA 94108

Boudin Bakery & Cafe – 2890 Taylor Street, San Francisco, CA 93133

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Day 40  –  Sunday, April 28th again

Which ever way one wishes to track them, this is the halfway point of our – Around The World In 80 Days. Flying across the Pacific Ocean, better done in two parts. Honolulu (Oahu, Hawaii) could not be overflown. Prior to arrival, Pearl Harbor and Waikiki Beach, was the sum total of Hector’s knowledge about this city.

There was a sense of relief as land was spotted, the longest flight the Hector has made across open water. What was taken to be Kalaeloa Airport, adjacent to Nimitz Beach, was flown over as we approached Daniel K. Inouye International Airport. 21.3ºN, we’re back in the tropics, no summer or winter, just the matter of sporadic rainfall. Too much Geography, and if anyone has spotted the pun above, apologies.

Would they let us in?

As was written two days ago in Auckland, the Hector was not 100% certain that our ESTA had been correctly completed. They had let us on the ‘plane in Sydney, surely room for optimism. As it happened, our story made sense, and after finger prints – and a look into the camera, we were in The United States of America.

Leftover Dollars got us into the city by bus. The city map had been previously downloaded to the Oppo, but with no US SIM, and no blue dot, navigation took much concentration. It was a lot further to the city centre than anticipated, plenty of opperchancities for nutters to get on and off.

Hotel Ala Moana Honolulu was chosen for two reasons. Firstly, Waikiki is walkable to the south and east whilst the interesting locations for Bier lie to the north and west, no need for travel cards. Also, this hotel is part of the Accor group. After many night in an Ibis, Silver status has been maintained, hopefully securing early check-in, a bonus.

The chap on check-in was excellent, our status was immediately recognised, our room was ready, the thirteenth floor. A spacious room, an ocean view, the most expensive hotel room the Hector has ever paid for. One trip per lifetime to Hawaii, no point in slumming it.

After some zzzs it was time to face the World. Marg was hungry but was persuaded that if we ate mid-afternoon, dinner would either not happen or be ridiculously late.

Adjacent to Ala Moana Honolulu is Ala Moana Center, a shopping mall. With shopping malls designed for cars, finding the pedestrian access can be frustrating. In the end, pick a store, walk in/through, hope for the best. And so we found ourselves in the lower eatery, ice-cream from Zagu. Proper white ice-cream, from a machine, most satisfying.

Behind, the Hector was an outlet for Cinnabon, where – Saul Goodman – worked in his latter years. Well, not this one, but until I watched – Better Call Saul – I had never heard of them.

Still no – blue dot – Hector was not in a happy place, a SIM card was required asap. Before leaving the hotel I had used the wi-fi to locate likely sources in the adjacent Ala Moana mall. The chap at AT&T revealed information that was otherwise unknown to the Hector. On the previous trip to USA in 2018, EE were paid hideous daily roaming charges. Back then,  purchasing a local SIM was something never considered. Today I was advised that it was unlikely that any European mobile phone would work. He inserted his company’s SIM, nope. We were sent to a nearby pop-up stall, if the chap there couldn’t find a solution, there would be trouble ahead. Another SIM, partial success but calls would instantly time out. Buy a cheap phone – was the suggestion. This time we were sent to Target, who even have stores in the West of Scotland. There – the phone chap – was on his break.

Sitting on a bench in Ala Moana Center it was time to take stock. Let’s turn on – roaming.

In a matter of seconds I had the – welcome to the USA – from EE, then another text. Apparently, as one of my chosen add-ons I had free roaming in the USA and four other countries outwith the EU. Three of these are Canada, Australia and New Zealand! Why could the staff at the Clydebank store not tell me this when I asked?

What about Marg? Her status with EE did not match mine. For a flat fee of £25.00 per month she too could use her phone as if she was at home. This information was immediately sent back to Blighty. When we reach Boston in thirty days: Dr. Stan plus Lord Clive and Lady Maggie of Crawley will be waiting on us. The sooner they got something arranged, the better.

With a spring in the step, though the right foot still gets stiff as soon as I stop walking, we headed off to the beach opposite the mall, as seen from our hotel.

Time to take stock: proper palm trees, we are in the tropics, we’re in Honolulu, Hawaii, one does not get to know this, feel this and write this. Waikiki lay to the east, south-east more precisely.

As it was approaching Bier o’clock, Hector had a mind to head west. Off The Wall was the nearest Craft Beer outlet. Google were not up to admitting that this is an exterior unit in South Shore Mall. And hopefully, this is where Bier-Traveller helps.

Off The Wall is a pour your own venue, as first encountered some years back in Riga, Latvija.

A contactless deposit was taken from my Revolut card, at the end the bill would be settled, each Bier tap being metered. As Marg wasn’t playing this game, she secured her own soft drink.

Two Hazys stood out in the array:

Check Yourself Before You Nect Yourself, a 6.0% Hazy IPA, a collaboration from Howzit Brewing, Honolulu HI and Mirage, Seattle WA.

Rad Sauce a 6.1% NEIPA collaboration from Hana Koa Brewing Company, Honolulu HI and Other Half Brewing, New York, NY.

I had both, the first was a stunner, full on hoppiness, smooth, the full flavours I have come to love. The other was hardly a NEIPA/Hazy, thinner body and lacked the hop hit.

Both Howzit and Hana Koa were walkable from Off The Wall. Howzit was calling.

It was time to embrace the American tipping system. Why should I pay 15, 20 or 25% above the asking price when I have just done the work? Still, there’s a sense of obligation, the lowest level was chosen. Self respect.

Marg was hungry. We had spent the previous night on a ‘plane, reasonably well fed, the time difference between Honolulu and Auckland, ignoring the calendar, isn’t a lot. Maybe the Hector was hungry too. Having reached USA, the avoidance of Pizza and Burgers was now paramount. Menya Le Nood, a Japanese restaurant, wasn’t too far away.

This turned out to be quite a find, a new experience in Asian cuisine. Getting round the various components that made up a meal was the first challenge. Avoiding just soup, the second.

With good advice from the waitress I managed to get a decent wad of meat, noodles and an accompanying broth. This may well have been the best Asian food I’d tasted since Chinatown in Singapore, and I appear to have had way more than normal given the fundamental objective.

The walk to Howzit Brewing was maybe longer than I hoped. One can never tell distances on Google Maps until feet are on the ground, such is the way their scales constantly shift.

The chap behind the bar at Howzit was top notch but inadvertently only added to the confusion that was about to unfold. Check Yourself Before You Nect Yourself was not on the board. Instead there was Nectaron Hazy at 6.3%. He assured me this was the same Bier. It wasn’t the same as I had drunk earlier.

Nectaron Hazy as sold at the source, lacked the magic I had recently experienced. Untappd say Check Yourself Before You Nect Yourself is no more. Did I have one of the last kegs, the wrong keg, the wrong tap? The Howzit chap suggested that Off The Wall may have had the wrong Bier on the wrong tap. Visiting Hana Koa Brewing might solve this mystery, but that was not happening tonight. Marg was fading rapidly.

As I said, the chap was excellent, realising I had travelled a long way to sample his Bier, a decent serving of the 6.9% Solar Excursion – was duly placed before me, a freebie. Classed as a Hazy, this certainly lived up to the classification, had the appropriate body and tasted a bit sharp. The warming hop glow that Bier #1 of the day possessed was not here either. Somehow today, I had sampled a truly outstanding Bier but cannot be sure what it was.

An Uber was ordered, we were back at Ala Moana in no time, better than the hike.

April 28, 2024, literally the longest day of our lives.

Brewery, bar, restaurant and cafe visited today:

Howzit Brewing – 330 Kamani St, Honolulu, HI 96813

Off The Wall Craft Beer & Wine – 1170 Auahi St. Suite 140, Honolulu, HI 96814

Menya Le Nood – 560 Pensacola St, Honolulu, HI 96814

Zagu Bubble Drink – Ala Moana Center, 1450 Ala Moana Blvd, Honolulu, HI 96814


Day 41  –  Monday, April 29th

Rise and shine! A beautiful day, a beautiful location, an ocean view. Marg was up and out for her morning exercise/constitutional, the Hector caught up with some writing. Indeed, last night the extensive lobby proved to be an excellent place to get some more done. Huge tables with power sockets, as if the need was anticipated. Ala Moana Honolulu is quite a hotel.

With the namesake shopping mall providing multiple opperchancities, there was a choice of food styles. Buffalo Wild Wings spoke for itself, out we went into the delightful warmth to track it down. With EE having delivered, the trusty Oppo still could not overcome the fact that Google Maps cannot work in three dimensions. If it ain’t where the blue dot insists, then it’s a level above or below.

The lunchtime deal permitted two coverings for the abundant Wings and free top ups.

The spicy fries were excellent. This set us up nicely for the day which would prove to be one of gross indulgence.

Heading south-east towards Waikiki, we crossed the Ala Wai Canal. This is the drain for the coastal plain which permitted the creation of the Waikiki Beach area. Passing Ala Wai Boat Harbor, the wealth of the few was much apparent, highlighted further by the sheer volume of pukka hotels, way out of our price range.

Hilton Lagoon is surrounded by an inland artificial beach. A sheltered area, ideal for weans, move along. Onwards to Waikiki Beach. For the first time since Singapore, Hector was wearing sandals. The ongoing recovery of the right foot would hopefully not lead to aggravation. It was also accepted that the water’s edge is where Marg would be headed.

Dip a toe in the Pacific Ocean? No way, Pedro, did that in Los Angeles decades back. Our visit to Auckland’s Sea Life – merely confirmed the declaration made last year at Berlin’s equivalent, the Hector is not going into these tropical waters, there be danger.

Marg continued along the wet sand of Fort DeRussy Beach, Hector on the boardwalk. At times, hotel bars had commandeered this, detours required. To access Waikiki Bay we had to head inland and walk through a hotel lobby to get back on to the sands. With Diamond Head and the Zoo becoming ever closer, it was time to call a halt. Kalakaua Avenue, which had run parallel to our walk, was now open to the waterfront. Here was Waikiki proper, resembling any European seaside resort with a promenade.

There was a small gathering of people at a statue. We stood, waiting for our turn to take photos at the Duke Paoa Kahanamoku Statue. Who he? The Hawaiian Olympic champion and father of surfing. Some didn’t understand – turn.

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Being our first tropical daytime since Singapore, time to take refuge. Being too early for Bier, the Hector had a cunning plan on how to amuse Marg.

Penny, Penny, Penny!

Until Big Bang Theory, Hector had never heard of The Cheesecake Factory. Marg is not a huge fan of cheesecake but was surprisingly keen to try. As we reached this source of big calories so the local taproom for Maui Brewing was spotted across the street. That was the rest of the afternoon taken care of.

The Cheesecake Factory was busy, there was a moment’s wait until we were led to a table in full view of Maui Brewing. The glass of ice cold water was appreciated, as was the top up. The service was pure – american – our chap was keener than mustard. Marg had a somewhat modest Fresh Strawberry cheesecake, Hector totally went for it: Chocolate Caramelicious. Total indulgence.

Across the street, we were offered the use of the lift to take us up to the Maui Brewing taproom. Really? At least the doorway sentries didn’t ID us.

A vast room, our table was allocated. Why this one? Marg had a Ginger Ale which is proving to be a great soft drink, and has been generally available on this trip. Why don’t we have this served in large glasses back home?

OMG, a 7.0% Fruited Hazy IPA was reminiscent of AleBrowar’s (Polska) El Fruto. Orange, mango and guava were reportedly present. Dry, bitter, a totally tropical taste, befitting of our locus. El Dorado, Citra Cryo and Mandarina hops were featured.

There was only one Bier, it was too early to start a session, there are other places to visit. Heading home, northwards along Kalakaua Avenue, there were actually people walking on the side-walks, like they do in a proper city. This was a true – downtown – area with atmosphere, pedestrians, patrolling police cars. It was all happening here.

Back at Ala Moana, the Hector finally agreed that it was time to make use of the hotel facilities. Time to do a few lengths.

In the early evening sunshine, the water was bearable.

After sunset, we headed back along Kalakaua Avenue to Waikiki Brewing Company. A glorified shack, we were led to the quieter of the three sitting areas. From what were we being protected?

Food was required, and finally we had to give in and order Pizza. With a reasonable thickness, this proved to be OK, better than the last resort, a Burger.

The Bier choices were not great, no NEIPAs. Six years ago I would have had a different reaction to facing up to West Coast IPA, it was why Dr. Stan and Hector were in California, Oregon and Washington. Times have changed, it was a matter of warn the palate a high IBU is on its way.

Eeh Pah IPA at 7.2% was the first of two. Six weeks on the road and I’m not sure if anyone has ever registered this pronunciation of IPA, I have used it sparingly. Amber/amber-red, this WCIPA was appropriately dry, befitting the 75IBU. Centennial, Cascade, and Simcoe were the hops. I didn’t feel I needed a second of these and so tried a lesser Bier.

808 Pale Ale at 6.3%, another West Coast style Bier, featured Centennial, Perle, and Cascade hops. Similar in colour, this felt like the little brother of the Eeh Pah. Despite the hops being entirely different, it was possible the power of the Eeh Pah was still ringing on the tongue.

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Had we been sat in one of the other two rooms, around the bar in particular, the stay here might have been more memorable. Among the last to finish eating, there was a sense of isolation.

With the other breweries to the north of our hotel, another venue this side of the Ala Wai Canal was required. Google Maps to the rescue. Metres away, and in the direction of home lies Suzie Wong’s Hideaway.

A – dive bar – was how this was described. Located in a backlot off the main avenue, if Waikiki Brewing was a shack, then this was a beach hut. As it happened, this was the atmosphere they were trying to recreate, and we were nowhere near the beach.

Rather than sit in the side room, or prop ourselves against the wall, I led Marg to the far side of the bar where one stool was available. This just happened to be where the furthest Bier taps were located.

There it was, the second Bier I had poured for myself yesterday at Off The Wall: Rad Sauce, the 6.1% NEIPA collaboration from Hana Koa Brewing Company, Honolulu HI and Other Half Brewing, New York, NY. Poured in an iced bolleke glass, behold a full on haze! This was nothing like what I had poured yesterday. It was damn good, but was it as good as Bier #1?

The chap on Marg’s right gave way, the second stool was acquired. Marg was on the Baileys.

There are no photographs of the serving Doris, both Marg and I were mesmerised. This young girl could work a bar. An older chap who hovered near the entrance may have been her minder, but she had the place in the palm of her hands. Could she serve? She knew what everyone was having after one round, and was serving multiple customers simultaneously. Wetherspoons, this was not.

There was more Bier, and why not? The Bier was great as was the atmosphere, wonderful service and two young ladies had just taken up the space on Marg’s right. One reminded me of another Julia, an F.P. From the 1980s. I sent Fiona, her sister, the photo to see if she spotted the uncanny resemblance, of course we are all older now.

As midnight approached, there was the realisation that back in Blighty, it was already Hector’s birthday. Well wishers were already on it. We also had an early rise, a big day tomorrow.

Brewery, brewery taproom, bar and restaurants visited today:

Waikiki Brewing Company – Waikiki – 1945 Kalakaua Ave, Honolulu, HI 96815

Maui Brewing Co. Waikiki – 2300 Kalakaua Ave, Honolulu, HI 96815

Suzie Wong’s Hideaway – 1913 Dudoit Lane, Honolulu, HI 96815

Buffalo Wild Wings – Ala Moana Center, 1450 Ala Moana Blvd Unit #3326, Honolulu, HI 96814

The Cheese Factory – 2301 Kalakaua Ave, Honolulu, HI 96815


Day 42  –  Tuesday, April 30th

A visit to Pearl Harbor on my birthday was the plan from the outset. FYI, this – Around The World In 80 Days – trip is scheduled to end on June 6, the eightieth anniversary of D-Day. Being born eleven years after the end of WW2, this conflict was still current affairs rather than history. I invite the reader to think back eleven years from today and ask how recent that feels.

Marg appeared in the hotel room yesterday, all was sorted. Our Pearl Harbor and city tour bus would collect us from the side entrance to our hotel at 07.30. This was why the Hector reined in the birthday celebration last night, tonight, ah well.

Cousin-Lisa, our driver for today, was parked outside already, we were to be the first pick-up. Cousin? We were all her family, good for tips. This meant we had to go round the houses to pick up the rest.

For the nth time, Lisa advised that we could not take any bag into the National Park that is the Pearl Harbor National Monument. The brochure had already relayed this information, yet many boarded the bus with what could be described as luggage. Marg brought a jacket to provide pockets for the necessaries. Not losing our hats on the boat was our only concern.

We had an hour upon arrival before joining the queue to visit the USS Arizona Memorial. A photo at the recovered ship’s anchor felt appropriate. The gestures made by others at this locus did puzzle. Why were they here?

The opperchancity to visit the USS Bowfin, an American submarine was considered. Spending another $40.00 and rushing the experience was dismissed. We did have a look at the museum, until it was time, we would return after the boat excursion.

The narrative here cannot be what it was originally. There was an acceptance that the USA were essentially strangling the Japanese’s access to resources in the years prior to the raid. Water and timber are Japan’s only natural resources, they rely on trade to function, access to oil was being cut off. The solution? Bomb the USA’s naval fleet and remove their influence in the Philippines etc. What a mistake to make.

Prior to boarding the boat to the USS Arizona, a National Park ranger briefed us before we watched a short movie. Nothing here I didn’t know already except the answer to the question nobody else asks?

We interrupt this broadcast…”

Militarists had long known of the long conceived Japanese plan to control the triangle of major ports in the West Pacific. From the average red-neck in conterminous USA, who doesn’t know what’s over the horizon, why did we never hear:

Where is Pearl Harbor?”

The Navy sergeant who commanded the boat out to the USS Arizona Memorial was a bitch. That we were under their jurisdiction, this was a navy boat, and we would follow their instructions, was OTT. No photographs! Don’t even think about it.

We were civilians here to pay our respects, tourists not terrorists, sod them.

I got my photo as we approached the white concrete and steel construction. Our boatload had to wait our turn to disembark.

Within the structure, the central opening revealed no more than a glimpse of what lay below, the remains of 1,102 and sailors and marines. The still leaking oil from the shipwreck is visible. The support of a gun turret is the visible part of the USS Arizona above water.

The commemoration wall for the fallen has them listed, alphabetically, not by rank, religion, or colour. For Hector, one family name stood out.

The return boat journey, manned by chaps, was a more relaxed affair. Photos aplenty for those who still required them. And so back to the museum and the rest of the story about WW2. The were a number of people here that I took to be Japanese. It would be interesting to discover their perspective.

With no time left to visit Ford Island and the battleship USS Missouri, and/or the Pearl Harbor Aviation Museum, it was – everyone back on the bus.

The City Tour, the price of our ticket had to be justified. North of the coastal plane lies Punchbowl Crater and the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific, the burial site honouring the veterans of four wars. Unable to stop and so alighting impossible, it was like hovering at zero feet.

With a US election later this year, it was poignant when we passed Barack Obamas’s primary school. Driving along South King Street and Queen Street, we were retracing the route of the airport bus. We were about to establish the importance of the historic buildings we had passed two days ago.

We were permitted to alight at Iolani Palace, once the home of Hawaii’s final monarchs.

Opposite this, the statue of the first king: Kamehameha. That he died in 1819 kind of truncates the history of these islands. Having just left New Zealand, the similarity of Hawaiian and Maori names cannot be coincidental. Behind this lies the State Supreme Court building: Ali’iolani Hale.

Having been picked up first, we were first to be dropped off. Somewhat parched we headed to the Starbucks in the hotel lobby. Brew Dr., note the brand, avoid, horrible stuff. An iced-coffee would have been much more satisfying.

Unsuitably refreshed, we headed back to Waikiki, the walk along Kalakaua Avenue was becoming quite familiar.

Some of the architecture was impressively bizarre. Hector’s birthday Curry was the objective. This didn’t stop us taking in a mall or two en route. Somehow, we missed the turn off for Desi’s Indian Curry. At the corner of Waikolu Way was a quaint Italian restaurant, noted for later, just in case.

There was nothing quaint about Desi’s Indian Curry. Had this been Marg’s birthday, we would have walked on by.

Desi’s was no more than a stall at a mini-eatery, outdoor in effect. The Curry available was nothing like the Hector norm, it was a case of make do. How the white polo, making its first appearance on this special day did not end up as – Old Yellow Stain – (sorry, Herman) remains a mystery.

Combining coffee and it being Bier o’clock led us to the nearby Yard House which claims to have the largest selection of Bier on tap – in the World! So more than the hundred or so at PiwPaw Beer Heaven (Warszawa, Polska).

This place was stowed, so many people drinking and eating late afternoon. As we were not eating, it was seats at the bar, no bad thing. One stool at the corner of the bar was available, another was fetched and squeezed in. An adjacent couple were finishing their bar meal.

Marg secured her coffee, Hector studied the Bier list. Lots of the bleeding obvious is always the problem, little in the way of exotic. The Yard House (Escondido CA) Hazy IPA at 6.9% was suitably hazy but tasted so bog standard. El Dorado and Cascade hops.

So, one hundred plus Biers on tap, and this is all the Hector had to show for his visit. FYI, Steve and Hector struggled similarly at PiwPaw.

ABC stores – had been mentioned on our city tour. I hadn’t been aware of just how many there are, as in, on every block. They didn’t sell anything I wanted either.

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Still daylight, there was a stop-off in Kalakaua Avenue at Aloha Beer Waikiki. The brewery lies the furthest north from our hotel, walkable, just. Sampling their Bier here might save a trek.

The taproom resembled a pop-up, the seating was the enclosed area on the side-walk.

A dozy Doris served us. Hector’s level of tolerance is clearly being tested. I call it speaking loud and clear, as is the US norm, Marg calls it – barking.

Hiker’s Dream IPA at 6.3% is an Unfiltered IPA. If it was unfiltered why was it gold and clear? The body impressed, almost syrupy. The Bier tasted mellow for the 55IBU. Clearly a West Coast style IPA, this wasn’t too shabby, but not enough to make one stay. Suzie Wong’s was calling.

We took our – usual spot – at the bar in – our local.

It was a chap serving tonight, consequently, Marg’s Baileys shrank in measure, the Hector was not served his Rad Sauce in an iced glass. In time, I asked for one, and was duly charged for doing so.

Let’s take stock of the day so far. Pearl Harbor, principal objective of the day had been achieved, but only partially visited. The Birthday Curry was not as – Desi – as the name suggested. The two Bier Houses visited so far were nothing special. A Tuesday night, the quietest night of the week universally, but we were in our spot and Hector was getting into the zone. Time to celebrate the birthday properly, and so I did.

The heavens opened, beyond the classic tropical downpour. This was not a short-sharp-shower, but clearly going to be a prolonged event. The door to the side room was slid closed, it was becoming a pool.

We were dry on the outside, well-oiled on the inside. Uber!

I may have mentioned how wonderful our hotel is. There is a substantial Craft Beer bar in the lobby. How do these things keep happening? And so to the Pint & Jigger.

Marg escorted me until I had chosen my Bier and completed the ritual photography.

With Chicago scheduled in a couple of weeks, an opperchancity to try a Bier brewed in The Windy City. Orderville (Modern Times Beer, Chicago IL, USA) at 7.2% yet another Hazy IPA. This had the full haze and quite an array of hops: Mosaic, Simcoe, Ekuanot and Sultana. With a 55IBU, not in the New England style despite what others may claim.

Apart from friends of the staff, Hector was last out.

Mayday!

Bars and restaurants visited today:

Suzie Wong’s Hideaway – 1913 Dudoit Lane, Honolulu, HI 96815

Yard House – 226 Lewers St, Honolulu, HI 96815

Pint & Jigger – Ala Moana Hotel, 410 Atkinson Drive, Honolulu, HI 98614

Aloha Beer Waikiki – 2155 Kalakaua Ave, Honolulu, HI 96815

Desi’s Indian Curry2239 Waikolu Way, Honolulu, HI 96815

Starbucks – Ala Moana Hotel, 410 Atkinson Drive, Honolulu, HI 98614


Day 43  – Wednesday, May 1st – Lei Day

Hopefully, last night was the last we’ll see of rain in Hawaii. It’s too early for the ITCZ to reach this far north, if indeed it does reach these islands  on the northern edge of The Tropics. Another beautiful day dawned, time for Marg to have her say in what we do, so that means animals. Honolulu Zoo, the only zoo for thousands of kilometres in any direction, so no competition then. That may explain why it’s shite.

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We took another route to Waikiki this afternoon, crossing the Ala Wai Canal on the same bridge as two days but avoiding the beach. After yesterday’s uncharacteristic Curry, the Hector was still claiming birthday rights. Bombay Palace Restaurant provided something more typical. Marg had a decidedly poor salad, not enough to sustain her for the day.

Thereafter, it was a case of trying to walk parallel to Kalakaua Ave, something different, but knowing there had to be a convergence of routes eventually. By chance, we stumbled upon the Hawaiian Army Museum. The two tanks parked out front may well be the highlight, a quick bit of research suggests it might be OK for a rainy day. The zoo was calling, Hector was not going to get away with more military hardware when a return to Pearl Harbor was planned for tomorrow.

The US built M24 arrived in the last year of WW2, fast but under-armoured and under-gunned. Had US tank designers not heard of the T34? Needless to say, it didn’t last long on the front line, but did appear in Korea where it wasn’t up against much. The M24 has appeared in many a movie, standing in for the Sherman in The Battle of The Bulge. As for the Japanese light tank on display, the less said the better.

As we walked along the Prom at Waikiki Beach it became clear that there was something brewing. Lei Day, people were flocking to Sans Souci State Recreational Park for a gathering. At any other time, we would have gone to investigate, but having started early, the scheduled events for – day of garlands – was drawing to a close. We were on a mission.

It all started well, the flamingoes in their pond, quite scenic, but nothing we hadn’t seen in our mini zoo visits in both Brisbane and Sydney.

Things then went rapidly downhill. October 2012, Chester, England, was the first time a zoo visit was recorded in these pages. Then I accused the animals of deliberately ignoring the public. Animals must all belong to the same union, the exhibits in Honolulu Zoo were on strike. If there was an animal house, they were inside it. Else, and this is worse, they simply were not present, gone, away, somewhere else, entirely. Honolulu Zoo is where I believe despatch staff at airport gates come to train.

A zoo keeper was playing with the elephants thus spoiling the opperchancity of decent photos.

Eventually, the arse end of an elephant was captured. Any animal that lived in water was camouflaged by the dirtiest of pools ever encountered. What Hippos? Organic my arse. Comparing the meerkat, by definition, requires more than one.

Giraffes are Marg’s favourite animal, at least they couldn’t hide. The bird cage may have contained some exotic species, but get a grip, we’re in The Tropics, there were as many birds freeloading outwith the cages. In fact, I would challenge the owners to admit that the visiting wildlife outnumbered the captured. We paid money for this. Having walked many kilometres by this stage, our thirst need quenched. Plantation Cafe had closed already. Not since Calderpark Zoo (Glasgow, Scotland) c1986 have I seen such an array of tired exhibits. Calderpark closed soon after. I add the zoo map to highlight the many animals not seen today.

Ice-Cream! The nearest outlet, Aloha Whip, was minutes away from the entrance. No chance then of walking along – Paki Avenue – on the far side of the zoo. Google Maps gave the locus, but not the information that Aloha Whip was inside a hotel lobby. Aloha Whip, – whippy – comes to mind.

The wee girl serving assured us she had no ice-cream. Needs must, the Ersatz iced liquid on offer had to suffice.

Hector’s sense of humour had been tested to the limits. It was approaching Bier o’clock and there are no breweries on this side of town. Growler Hawaii, located at the terminus of the Ala Wai Canal, was a ten minute walk, but not in the direction of home. Multi-taps reported, there should be something. There was something else. Two doors down, Hawaii Cat Cafe. 

Marg saw me settled into Growler Hawaii and headed out to have coffee with cats. One cannot see enough animals on one day it appears. Or does this confirm that even Marg had felt animal deprived this afternoon?

Having worked at many a Bier Festival, I know one can only serve what is on. I do object to smart-ass bar staff who claim their Bier is the best when it’s clearly not in the style asked for.

Chaser (Kalihi Beer, Honolulu, Hawaii HI, USA) at 7.3% was served as a NEIPA, it wasn’t. Gold with only a chill haze, it was otherwise clear. Malt was prominent, not the hops. Citra, Azacca and Centennial could not save the day. Nor were they quenching the thirst, it was time to turn the clock back six years. It was on Dr. Stan’s Big Birthday Trip in 2018 when I first realised that Cider, is not only a thirst quencher, for me, it’s the best thing to have after Curry.

Crisp Apple (Angry Orchard Cider Company, Walden NY, USA) at a modest 5.0% was gold, clear, and had a surprisingly good body. With only a slight sweetness, this was the refreshing drink that was required. American keg Cider has proven itself to be streets ahead of the boxed, often too warm, flat, Real Cider, served in the UK.

Time to move on, and no time to lose. Marg returned from her cat experience, an Uber was summoned. A charming chap drove us back up beyond our hotel to the land of Honolulu Breweries.

Honolulu Beerworks is part of the loose cluster in Kaka’Akao, this more industrial part of Honolulu. A blue, corrugated shack is a fair description of the industrial unit in which Beerworks is housed.

A standard size, getting served was straightforward in the well-staffed and perhaps disproportionately large bar. Alas, despite the multi-taps, there was not a single Hazy on offer. $8.00 for a US pint on the main board, the Hector managed to find a reassuringly more expensive $11.00 pint.

She’s The Moment at 7.00%, a Grapefruit IPA, yellow with a chill haze was reminiscent of the once great Jaipur (Thornbridge, England). At 20IBU a much more mellow affair. 2024 Pink Boots hops was a new one. A pleasant Bier, but not enough to keep me here.

The clothing on offer had to be examined. One is always on the look out for quality t-shirts, but US brewers don’t do them so well, too many transfers, no embroidery. The stock at Beerworks was mostly vests, not the apparel suitable for a Hector.

We walked past an empty looking Howzit Brewing, seeing it in daylight for the first time. This was the brewery which created the mystery of exactly what was Bier #1 had in Honolulu at Off The Wall (Day 40). Marg and Hector were now heading to Hana Koa Brewing Company, the source of Rad Sauce, Bier #2 as poured at Off The Wall, and enjoyed over the last two nights at Suzy Wong’s Hideaway.

The exterior of Hana Koa gave little clue as to the sheer size of the operation. A comparatively large unit with ample seating. Food was also being served on the premises as opposed to the – chuck wagon – which prevails at many venues. We selected a table in view of the impressive menu on the wall.

Seventeen of the twenty taps were in use. Of these there was a choice of four Hazys. Make that three, Dawn Patroller at 6.0% is not available for another two days. Rad Sauce was not on the board.

Christopher was our waiter this evening. Boy was he good. As I posted our whereabouts on a certain social medium, so it was established that a fellow CAMRA acquaintance back home had been served by the same chap.

It was confirmed that Rad Sauce was no longer available, Suzy Wong’s may have had the last batch. Start again.

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Shootz Da Bootz at 6.0% was the first Bier in what would become a long night. Suitably Hazy, this Bier had Idaho 7, HBC 630, Talus, Triumph and Loral hops. Talus can kill a Bier, this one survived, hoppy, but not heavenly.

Marg was hungry. Macaroni-Cheese was duly ordered. This was so good, another plate was required.  Hector was not missing out.

Shine A Light at 6.0%, the Bier style, packed full of harmonious Flavours, the Hector seeks at every opperchancity. With the full milkshake haze, this may not have resembled the fabled Bier #2, but was as close as Bier #1 as encountered in Honolulu. The hops remain unknown, but no nasties here. This was a sublime Bier, there would be more, however, Christopher insisted I try the DIPA.

Marg was hungry, dessert. Apfelstrudel arrived with one spoon. Maybe just as well, though I may or may not have been tempted to have a Soupçon.

Double Drop at 8.%, a Double Hazy IPA may have had more body, the same level of haziness, but lacked the flavour. That it came in such a small serving eased its disappearance. Back to Shine A Light, it was a matter of getting as many in as time would permit.

Whilst there has been Bier on almost every day of this trip, some more than others, tonight must remain a standout. Nights where I have managed to get my feet under the table to this extent and sample a range of Bier from a board, have been few. Great Bier, food, service, and a t-shirt on offer was at a decent standard, albeit tie-dye. Hector was not quite last out.

We walked back to the hotel taking a route which led us along Ala Moana Boulevard. Honolulu, Hawaii, we have a winner.

Breweries, bar, restaurant and cafe visited today:

Hana Koa Brewing Company – 962 Kawaiaha’o St, Honolulu, HI 96814

Honolulu Beerworks – 328 Cooke St, Honolulu, HI 96813

Growler Hawaii – 449 Kapahulu Ave #105, Honolulu, HI 96815

Bombay Palace1778 Ala Moana Blvd, Honolulu, HI, 96815

Aloha Whip – 150 Kapahulu Ave, Honolulu, HI 96815


Day 44  – Wednesday, May 2nd

Back to Pearl Harbor, now that we know the lie of the land, no tour company necessary. The intention was to visit both USS Missouri and Pearl Harbor Aviation Museum. There was a slow start to the day, and food was required before we set off.

Heading back to where it all began, we crossed the bridge from the hotel to Ala Moana Center. Finding our way in through the upper level car park was no longer an issue, getting one’s bearings on the way out, another matter.

Down in the basement market eatery, Marg decided The Sunrise Shack would provide brunch. Hector chose well, the Tropical Bowl being full of swallowable delights, and lots of them.

Marg’s choice was a horror story. Kale, it’s fodder for sheep. Why do the Americans think this is hip? I can’t see ever being ordered again. Hideous.

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Once we eventually found ourselves outside on Ala Moana Boulevard Bus 20 took us via the airport to Pearl Harbor. It’s a longer journey than the map conveys. When the new tram line is finished, this journey will be transformed.

For reasons unknown, the driver did not stop outside the entrance to the National Park but took us one stop beyond. This wasted time. Given the lack of a queue at the free shuttle to Ford Island, we had just missed one. The next coach let people off then drove off. Valuable time had been lost, seeing aeroplanes today was looking unlikely, but this was choice two, Boeing’s – Museum of Flight – in Seattle awaits next week.

A causeway connects Ford Island to the mainland, back on military territory, the civilian driver was not as fractious as the Navy Doris on the boat to USS Arizona.

We sped along the runway which lies along the long axis of Ford Island.  The battleship  USS Missouri is docked adjacent to the offshore USS Arizona Memorial shipwreck.

USS Missouri was commissioned n 1944. The last US battleship built, Missouri was mothballed in 1955 for some thirty years, before being recommissioned for a few years to take part in the Gulf War. Many rooms hence contained desktop computers and terminals from the 1980s.

Accommodation was pretty awful for the ratings. Cooking for thousands must have been a military operation. The doughnuts are plastic.

Once upon a time, HMS Glasgow was docked at Faslane. Our Depute asked me to take a minibus full of seniors for a visit. Lunch on board was promised. Our guide duly marched us through the vessel to the mess, the aromas tantalised. Here was the opperchancity for Hector to eat aboard ship and not lose it in minutes.

On arriving at the empty mess we were marched straight through and out the far side. TANSTAAFL.

USS Missouri has massive gun batteries fore and aft. These must have caused damage when called into action. However, ‘planes and aircraft carriers win wars, not behemoths such as this battleship.

Still, this was history. It was on the quarter deck of this mighty vessel that the Japanese signed the surrender notice officially bringing WW2 to a close. The US involvement in WW2 began at Pearl Harbor, that this ship has its resting place here and not San Diego makes the entire visit all the more poignant.

Deep into the bowels of the ship as we could get, the twenty minute warning to – get aff – was announced over the tannoy. Up is out, Marg had other ideas. We became separated, she opened a door that the Hector daren’t. I had quite a following by the time we reached fresh air. Now to find Marg.

With quite a crowd gathered for one of the final buses, the Hector had to employ his knowledge of how to board. Anyone who has been in Jerusalem Bus Station at the end of Shabbat has learned not to mess about, get on, sod everyone else. So it goes.

We stopped at the Aviation Museum, with only a half hour remaining before closure, there was no point alighting. Some did. We’ll always have Seattle.

At the bus stop outside the main gate, the Hector had our return to Ala Moana worked out. Google Maps give live bus times and show bus locations as a dedicated bus app should (First Bus excepted).

Is this ours? – remains Marg’s attitude towards all public transport. 20, 40, 51 and Express Bus A all go back to Ala Mona. For once, it was. Why is this journey so long?

Marg was hungry. It couldn’t be Curry, we’ve had Pizza and Asian, Chicken Wings, the safe fallback. Buffalo Wild Wings impressed in visit #1, so back we went.

Early evening, this venue was way busier than on our Sunday lunchtime visit. Sat closer to the Bier taps revealed quite a range. If this is typical of things to come across the USA then gone are the days of – we have both Beers, Bud and Miller!

Our serving chap was useless, distracted. Marg had the salad. The potato wedges that had impressed so much on Sunday did not. The abundant wings were less so today, and we were paying way more being a peak time. Beware.

Maybe I should have suggested we return to Hana Koa Brewing Co., however, we had already agreed that our last night in Hawaii would be spent at – our local.

We took – our spot – at the bar. A different waitress, at least the decent pour of Baileys was reinstated. For Hector, the Rad Sauce (Hana Koa Brewing Co.) in an iced bolleke. This could well have been the end of the batch. An excellent Bier, so what was Bier #2 at Off The Wall?

Suzie Wong’s Hideaway, a dive bar is how it is described. A beach shack not at the beach is Hector’s take. Anyone visiting Waikiki should give it a try.

Bar, restaurant and cafe visited today:

Suzie Wong’s Hideaway – 1913 Dudoit Lane, Honolulu, HI 96815

Buffalo Wild Wings – Ala Moana Center, 1450 Ala Moana Blvd, Unit #3326, Honolulu, HI 96814

The Sunrise Shack – Ala Moana Center, 1450 Ala Moana Blvd, Honolulu, HI 96814


Day 45  – May 3rd, Thursday :  Honolulu to San Francisco

With an early afternoon flight, there was no horribly early rise this morning. Checking out of Ala Moana hotel there was the knowledge that it would be a while before we stayed in comparable accommodation. This was plush and points had been earned towards future Ibis hotels in Europe.

With the bus stop around the corner on Ala Moana Boulevard, we were soon heading towards the airport. A busy bus, not everyone was airport bound. One chap had a loud phone-call regarding his lack of social security payments. Another chap resplendent in girlie clothing had to let us all know he had found a way to stay in Honolulu for nothing: get a night shift security guard job.

Unable to check-in online, we presented at the Alaska Airlines desk. Whilst our One World ticket was recognised in their system, our entitlement to two 23kg check-in bags each was not. As it happens we had one bag each. The wee girl wanted to charge us $70.00 to check in our bags. Hector was not having this, and asked for her supervisor. The song remained the same. Pay up or don’t fly, the latter not an option. The card reader didn’t work, try again. $80.00 was taken from my card. Hector knows how to haggle. I would later realise that I had been charged twice.

Flying to San Francisco on a domestic flight meant no passport control or customs, wrong. The queue to get through security was the longest ever encountered, worse than BER – Berlin Brandenburg and that says a lot.

In the departure hall, the Hector spent the wait establishing a complaint with Alaska Airlines head office. Something resembling food was had in one of the few outlets, nachos, not great.

This is not a great airport. Strangely, there appears to be no outside wall, airside is open to the elements. There is a Japanese Garden in which to seek solace. Is everyone ripped off at this airport?

Alaska Airlines flight 876 departed on time at 13.59. A Boeing 737-Max, oh yeh, two engines across the Pacific Ocean. What could possibly go wrong?

Once again we had the aisle seat free so had lots of room. There was wi-fi. Somehow all the bumps and movements were recorded on my step counter. 93,000, a record, this should improve my monthly average.

The movie choice was remarkably similar to Qantas, poor. I haven’t been to the cinema for over a year, have they stopped making good movies?

The quickest way to pass time on any flight is to write this stuff, it genuinely makes time fly.

The sun set behind us, no lights below, a void, an empty one. Flying across the Atlantic passing Iceland, Greenland and Canada, land is not too far away. What if?

We landed just on 22.00, clocks would forward again. Our San Francisco hotel claimed check-in was available through the night. As soon as I could, I phoned to ensure we were expected, we just had to get there.

The baggage reclaim hall was a mess, ongoing works. Where’s the BART? The last train was around midnight. The Air Train to the BART station was upstairs, difficult to establish in the chaos of the basement. A choice of directions, the Air Train does an elongated loop. The direct side was off. It took a ridiculous amount of time to get to the BART station, thereafter, the Hector could relax, next stop Powell Street.

San Francisco, the Hector was, for the first time on this trip, on familiar territory.

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Day 38 – Saturday, April 27th

No Bier today, nobody took the hint, but then the Hector hardly pitched it loudly. One glass of red, wine, does that count as – teetotal? My first bar job at Wilson’s Bar (Partick, Glasgow Scotland) had a barmaid who announced she was – teetotal – because for a week she drank sherry instead of vodka, – by the way.

It had been agreed on our first stay (Days 18-22) with Steve and Alison in Auckland that Marg and Hector would take them out for dinner. The choice was theirs and a return to Des Traditions it was not.

Firstly, being Saturday, Daddy was treating the family to lunch. This included us. Top hospitality. I have been trying to source Steve’s sense of humour. James Thrurber comes to mind.

The Landing at The Riverhead is a favourite, a bit of a drive to the north of Greenhithe. En route, we passed RNZAF – Auckland-Whenuapai, hopefully that houses more of a defence capability than the – Disappearing Gun – outside Dunedin.

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The Landing at The Riverhead has a bit of history. As well as being a trading post, the walls told of a time when the employers at Waitemata Brewery cut the wages of the workforce by 10%. In doing so, the elasticity of demand took hold, a three year stagnation. Nobody had money to buy anything other than the necessities. What no Bier? Once restored, that must have been quite a party. All the more reason to increase the UK State Pension to £20k per annum.

Then there’s the lady who drank Waitemata every day and lived to one hundred. Or two hundred, in New Zealand years.

Fish and Chips is proving to be the best way of avoiding Pizza and Burgers. Also, when one is served proper Chips, it makes a difference. Heaven help us when we reach the USA.

Bier was resisted despite more Monteith’s being available. I decided to leave the memory of my most southerly Bier intact.

We had arrived in two vehicles, Steve with the weans who had magically appeared as if a bell had been rung. Alison had driven Marg and I to Riverhead, after lunch she  didn’t take the hint when I pointed out that Hallertau Brewery was incredibly close to our destination. Given the name, the Bier would have been traditional Deutsche Bier, presumably.

I sat in what had become – my spot – for the afternoon. In addition to catching up with some Bier-Traveller, I was still researching whether our visa for the USA is the right one. We leave tomorrow, still time to fix it. But to the best of my knowledge, choosing – transit – still looks like the best option. We are – transiting the USA – but for me, a – transit visa – doesn’t let you out the airport. Sleep will be lost tonight, Marg simply has to pack the bags, the Hector has all the responsibility.

Cintra Malaysian – Westgate – was not such a long drive from Greenhithe. Three of our fellow lunchtime diners had better things to do this evening, this left Kaylie to join us. Westgate, a town centre without a town. If one does not have a designated driver, then these places don’t work. The UK does not build such – food/shop outlets – completely outwith our cities, and we do have public transport.

Malaysian, cuisine, how does this differ from Chinese? It all looks the same, it all tastes the same. Surely, the wholesalers stock all the same sauces? Stir-fry, and chuck a sauce on top, hey presto! The avoidance of the – sweet red chilli sauce – is the Hector priority. Beef with BIG onions and capsicum was Hector’s main course, how ironic. The bowl of Hot &Sour Soup may have been the best ever encountered, if not just for the sheer volume. One glass of red wine and Marg did not play the – dessert – card.

The restaurants visited today:

The Landing at The Riverhead – 33 York Terrace, Riverhead 0820

Cintra Malaysian – Westgate – 1 Kohuhu Lane, Massey, Auckland 0614


Day 39 – Sunday, April 28th –  Auckland to Honolulu, via Sydney

Today we leave New Zealand. Today we cross The International Dateline. For the purposes of the novel, Phileas Fogg conveniently – forgot – this. We get to live – today – twice. There shall therefore be two entries for April 28. Tonight, Hector will see the sun set then rise again in the morning. Surely that makes the day we arrive in Honolulu – Day 40? On the flight from Sydney there was another dilemma, read on.

Aiming to be at the airport for 14.00, there was a final brunch. With two flights ahead, three more meals were anticipated, we wouldn’t go hungry.

In Greenhithe it was a case of what did Alison not have in her fridge? I managed to keep the brunch as minimal as possible, this is what I got away with. Why are Alison’s fried eggs so good? We did practice american-speak in their preparation. Over-easy, my arse.

There was a farewell photo taken at the pool. The Hector congratulates himself on not having been conned into entering the cold water. Going full circle, a Pukeko Bird also bade farewell.

As Alison drove us to the airport, so once again Downtown Auckland was across the bay. Two visits to Auckland and still the Hector never set foot on these streets. Life in the suburbs.

Flight QF 146 to Sydney, 16.05 – 17.50, a three hour flight, a two hour time difference. We were flying west which somehow does not go against the rules of our One World ticket where flying in one direction only is the requirement.

Check-in was smooth, boarding passes for both flights secured, luggage to be collected at Honolulu.

Unlike our domestic departure to Wellington, there was proper security, but nobody had asked if we had proof of the right to enter Australia or USA.

The 737-800 was not full, we had an empty aisle seat and so were able to spread out. Three hours, less, time to get more writing done. The Qantas movie selection had not changed in the last month, no distraction.

Flight QF 103 Sydney to Honolulu (onwards to New York), 20.25 – 09.50. The transfer at Kingsford Smith International was a breeze. No more security, if we had any contraband, they weren’t caring. Still no request for our ESTA. However, our two hour wait in the departure hall became three. No advice, no information, yet the staff manning the gate made no eye contact with any customer, no announcement.

Meanwhile, kick-off at Love St. was looming. The teams were announced, would I get to see The Famous? Maybe missing the match avoided more frustration.

Boarding began for the 787-9, a lengthy process. As each group of seats were called, so staff members referred to a clipboard. Each called out numbers, 1,7,8, had yet to be found. Marg and Hector turned out to be 7 & 8. We were taken aside, separately, who are we, why are we travelling?

Had Hector cocked-up the ESTA application? Not so far, pass.

Seated in a set of three seats on the starboard side, once again the aisle seat was free. Lots of space as we headed back eastwards towards Hawaii. Crap movies, more writing. My Aussie/NZ plug fused the power socket, just as well I had three to choose from.

Flying east, the time zones advanced. As we flew north of New Zealand so our earlier two hour clock change backwards was nullified. Approaching midnight on the clock, it was already 29/4 beneath us, Monday. Yet it was 28/4, Sunday we were to relive.

I watched the sunrise, the dawn of a new day for us, maybe it wasn’t.

Jules Verne had no such concerns when he wrote – Le Tour du monde en 80 jours.

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Day 33 – Monday, April 22nd  –  Christchurch to Dunedin

Bus 29 to Christchurch Airport, another NZ$3.00 cash payment, what am I going to do with this leftover currency? Give it to Marg, she’s coming back in November! Once again, we dropped off the big bags and proceeded to the gate, no security. It still feels weird.

Flight 9, NZ5479 to Dunedin, an ATR72, a French built turboprop seating seventy two passengers. This one boarded from the rear, we were up front, getting used to always being last off.

Dunedin, the furthest south the Hector ever expected to travel. The airport lies to the south-west of Dunedin on a former glacial lake bed. Momona is 45.92º south, still another twenty degrees to go to the Antarctic Circle. Glasgow is ten degrees off the Arctic Circle, so why was I so convinced that Dunedin would be cold, wet, windy, everything I hate? I have been carrying – the Dunedin jacket – over my arm on every flight, time to put it on. Actually, I’ve been wearing at night since Wellington.

Mark, aka – Noddy – by those who have known him for many decades, and two stuffed penguins were waiting by the luggage carousel.  It’s wonderful being met off a ‘plane, especially in a foreign land. Quite a drive back to Dunedin, which is meant to resemble Edinburgh. Really?

Mark & Jude’s domicile is situated to the east of Musselburgh and south of Portobello. They share a home with Alfie, the craziest dog ever encountered. Alfie doesn’t bark, he squeaks. I could tell Marg was going to become attached.

Bags dumped, Mark drove us into Dunedin’s hinterland, up and further up, how high can you get? Sandymount, the peninsula running to the east, has the Dunedin fjord on its north side, otherwise it is the South Pacific one is observing. Big waves, this is wild scenery, photos aplenty.

Supplies were required, we stopped of at a supermarket back in the city. Rather than drink Noddy dry, I bought bottles of Rat Rod (Panhead Custom Ales, Upper Hutt, New Zealand) which has been going down well.

Mark then took us to LiquorLand, a much more serious booze outlet. Cans of Juice Box (Southpaw Brewing Company, Christchurch, New Zealand) at 6.3% could be a – goodnight – Bier. I’ll need to make sure it’s opened by 20.30 just in case everyone goes to be at 21.00 which is the NZ norm. What are they doing?

Jude returned from work, both she and Mark are destined to work for more years, so it goes. Marg got on a washing, it’s four days since Nelson. Pizza for dinner, the first of the trip. The accompanying vegetables completed the meal, well until Mark insisted on showing off. Not his guitar collection, but by serving Vienetta!

A night in, quite a treat. Lots of catching up. Eventually it was time to open the can.

Juice Box, a Hazy IPA has the full milkshake haze, the body matches the abv, but tasted too acidic. The – Polish aftertaste – was present. Despite the presence of Waima, Nectaron and Loral hops, not the best of Bier.

Mark has promised to take me to Emerson’s. He is certain I’ll like it.

Have I mentioned – Alfie?

 


Day 34 – Tuesday, April 23rd

Marg went out for her ritual walk-come-run. Despite the simplicity of the sea being downhill, she managed to end up at St Clair, another beach where Mark had planned to take us for brunch.

There was a walk along the beach, sea lions basking, a wide berth given.

Starfish Cafe was Mark’s chosen venue.

We sat outside with Alfie. Sausage Rolls were the reason for being here. These were nothing like the – hunt for the sausage – we get back home. With Spices and Herbs in the mix, these Sausage Rolls could almost qualify to be reviewed in the sister blog. A real treat.

By request, we had to see Baldwin Street, even steeper than Glasgow’s Gardner Street (Taggart intro).

In keeping with the extremes of relief, up to Signal Hill, aka – The Lookout. A bit of Edinburgh Rock had made its way here.

From here we could see the entire Dunedin vista.

Are we travelling in time?

Looking down on the fjord-like inlet from the rounded hilltops did feel a bit familiar, the Arrochar Alps, Loch Long, but on a much grander scale.

If Christchurch resembled an English village, then the landscape here was decidedly more – Scottish.

Sea Lions and possibly Penguins were next on the agenda. It was quite a drive to Aramoana Beach, an area of deposition on the northern extremity of the fjord. Spits are aplenty on the New Zealand coastline. Today, I enjoyed Mark’s driving, nothing like the way he used to navigate the streets of South London decades back. Every blind bend was approached as if an oncoming car would be encountered, safe.

The sea lions were found sporadically, minding their own business, the birds, another matter. Marg is always pointing out the bird-life wherever we go. The Hector sees landscapes not minutiae, however, today there was no escaping the ornithological world.

Walking along The Mole, the sea wall, was a re-enactment of the end scene in Hitchcock’s – The Birds.

Bier o’clock

Emerson’s Brewery is a substantial building across the bay from Mark’s home. Too far to walk.

Emerson’sHazed and Confused, a Hazy IPA at 5.8% was my first Bier in New Zealand, back in Auckland at the 360º Restaurant in Sky City. This again caught the eye, but Mark led me to a Bier I might otherwise not have chosen.

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Sticky Digits at 6.0% IPA – NEIPA Fresh hop was right on the button. The haze and the body matched the New England style, and with Nelson Sauvin hops, this was right up Hector’s street. I had not seen Mark since the evolution and subsequent awareness of this style of Bier, yet having been thousands of miles apart, our tastes were perfectly matched. Maybe he was paying attention during the Lockdown zoom calls.

With Mark driving and dinner booked for this evening, there was only one Bier. Mark promised we would return.

And we did, in the interim, Jude was fetched, but not before Alfie got in on the act.

There was a decent Curry at – Two Fat Indians – before Jude was dropped off, tired after a long day at work. This work thing does get in the way of living.

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And so back to Emerson’s Brewery.

Sticky Digits, to think I could otherwise have not picked up on this.

Marg had coffee, crème brûlée, and drove us home.

With that many accents to find, hopefully she’ll have custard next time.

Brewery and restaurants visited today:

Emerson’ Brewery – 70 Anzac Avenue, Central Dunedin, Dunedin 9016

Two Fat Indians – 58 Princes Street, Central Dunedin, Dunedin 9016

Starfish Cafe & Bar – 240 Forbury Road, St Clair, Dunedin 9012


Day 35 – Wednesday, April 24th

Alfie needed his morning walk, Marg accompanied Mark, this meant she would find the correct beach. But then who knows? Mark has sussed that he can tell Marg anything and she’ll believe it. Meanwhile, the Hector enjoyed some quiet time, and caught up with some blogging. Curry-Heute is always up to date, Bier-Traveller takes much longer to produce.

Today, Taiaroa Head which lies directly across the inlet from Aramoana, visited yesterday. Consequently, I had photos of our objective before setting off.

How high can one get? Lots of hills, steep slopes, I know that Mark takes great care behind the wheel, however there was an incident. Slowing down to let the car in front turn right off the main road, a smart ass decided to overtake both of us. Cue an oncoming car, disaster was imminent. Fortunately, it was Mark’s careful driving and anticipation which saved the day. The offending driver was able to cut in between us and the car going right. Three cars, we were stationary, the other three drivers and passengers could have been hospitalised. Mark deserved a medal, not one moment of acknowledgment, or possibly awareness that their skins had been saved. We passed the villain on our return, Mark reckoned he had been in a hurry to catch the ferry at Portobello. A reminder, Mark’s home is metres east of Musselburgh.

Standing on a promontory, high up, steep, a cliff, wonderful, for those who like that sort of thing. Fortunately, the fence was high enough for the Hector to grimace whilst having the photo taken.

Penguins? There was another mention of Penguins, but by day they’re all at sea. Nevertheless, Marg went down towards the bay just in case. Why go down to come back up? Instead, Mark and Hector went up to Fort Taiaroa.

At Fort Taiaroa people pay to see albatross and/or attend seminars. We did birds yesterday. Of more interest to Hector was the concealed cannon known as the – Disappearing Gun. This elaborate mechanism protected the solitary piece of artillery from the elements. How long it would have lasted against an invading Japanese flotilla we shall never know.

Close, far away, was that gull actually an albatross?

Night time

Tonight, Marg and Hector were let loose in Dunedin. Mark had a formal event to which Jude wasn’t invited either. Suited and booted, he dropped us off in Dunedin city centre.

The train station had ben seen previously in passing, quite a building. The Octagon is the focal point of the city. Our attempts at capturing decent photos in the dusk were thwarted by the ubiquitous populous which appear to be taking over both Australia and New Zealand.

Armed with an array of SLRs, the Chinese got their photos but were oblivious to anyone else trying to secure the same. The culprits are therefore featured.

Craft Beer and Kitchen was the first venue visited this evening. I had convinced Marg that a full menu would be available, not the usual Burgers and Pizza. A substantial venue, there was a decent choice of Beer too.

Good George Brewing Co. (Frankton, Hamilton, New Zealand) have five main outlets across the country plus an association with the Craft Beer and Kitchen restaurant chain. Fog City, a Hazy IPA at 5.8% proved to be a worthwhile choice. A good haze and lots of bubbles, but not too gassy, this had a big hop hit. Amarillo, Mosaic and Citra featured as well as the declared lactose. The body matched the abv, definitely worth having. If Emerson’s was not down the road, more could well have been consumed.

We were here to dine. Hector fancied a steak, it has been a while. Normally, steak is a meal had best at home. Rarely cooked as I like it, and as for the price of steak in a restaurant, really? Marg chose a modest Fish and Chips, Hector relayed how a steak should be cooked. Alarm!

What do you mean I have to cook it myself? I didn’t come here to work! Can nobody cook me a steak?

Apparently, one is served raw meat with a hot stone, do it yourself.

And while that’s happening, the rest of my food gets cold?

The couple at the next table could not help but overhear, I suspect one of them shared my view.

Yes, I was giving the waitress a hard time, she later admitted I was one of many who have asked why the kitchen cannot produce a cooked steak. She would add it to the list of complaints/suggestions. Fish and Chips for Hector too.

There’s a Scottish bar in Dunedin, I was told I had to go. Albar was around the corner, Dunedin city centre ain’t that big. Behold, the Tennent’s Lager (Glasgow, Scotland)!

There was a choice of Hofbräu (München, Bayern) for the more discerning. As ever, Hector went down the Hazy route.

A brewery from Wanaka (New Zealand) called – b.effect – produce Ridgeline, a Hazy IPA at 6.0%. Something had interrupted my usual photography and note-taking. With the Bier notes not saved, all I can say it was hazy, juicy, tropical, decent.

Albar is a proper pub, a good range of Bier and nostalgic food on offer. The couple who had sat beside us at Craft Beer and Kitchen arrived but chose not to join us. Beware of the Scotsman.

A fifteen minute walk saw us arrive at Emerson’s. It was busy, inside and out. A party occupied the room off. Sticky Digits was the Bier of choice, again. Outstanding. Oh to have such a venue on one’s doorstep. Overtone (Glasgow, Scotland) one day, perhaps. This is why The Company are in Manchester as often as possible.

Marg had a Baileys, or maybe two. There was still the matter of getting – home. This was solved when Mark joined us for his permitted – one. I wonder how often Mark is let loose here?

There had to be an Emerson’s t-shirt, and thankfully those on offer here were a cut above the norm. This is a special place.

Brewery, bar and restaurant visited today:

Emerson’s Brewery – 70 Anzac Avenue, Central Dunedin, Dunedin 9016

Craft Beer and Kitchen – 17 Bath Street, Central Dunedin, Dunedin 9016

Albar – 135 Stuart Street, Central Dunedin, Dunedin 9016


Day 36 – Thursday, April 25th   –  ANZAC Day

Today, Jude was able to join us for an excursion south, yes, even further south than Dunedin airport.

Nugget Point Lighthouse was the objective, mark the latitude, an historic day.

The day began earlier for some than others. It’s ANZAC Day, and being in New Zealand, everything starts at a time of day when the Hector, and indeed most sensible people are asleep. There was discussion last night as to whether Mark and Jude were getting up at 05.00, this was dismissed. Somehow, both Marg and Hector missed their early morning clattering about. Sleep. Whilst it would have been interesting to witness Armistice Day, New Zealand style, Marg was actually more bothered at missing it than Hector. So it goes.

Mosgiel, Berwick, Balclutha and Stirling were names which popped up along the ninety minute drive. This was realistic, the last thing we needed when flying around the World was another trek.

Yesterday featured a cliff top, today, a path along a cliff. Why does this trip keep involving high places? I had to stride out on my own in some parts, acrophobia, I cannot stand being near anyone when danger is sensed.

The right foot is most certainly on the mend, not that Dunedin was ever going to be sandals. Note the full Dunedin outfit, thicker trousers and – the Bologna jacket – which has been carried on to every flight. Italian tailoring.

Passing strangers took group photos to supplement the couples’.

As ever, Marg was on the hunt for wildlife, Still no Penguins though some splashes out to sea were reportedly them. Aye right. We all know Penguins live in the real Edinburgh, at the Zoo.

On the return, there was a stop at Kaka Point. Henceforth, the rest of this grand trip is – north.

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Monteith’s Brewery, is located in Greymouth on the west coast of South Island.

The appropriately named – West Coastin’ Hazy – at 5.5%, lived up to its description. A – Tropical Hazy IPA – this had the full haze and featured Mosaic, Galaxy and Wai-iti hops. Dry tasting, it definitely had – East Coast (USA) – notes. The most southerly, and furthest from home Bier, the Hector will ever drink.

This is autumn, winter beckons, the beach across the way was empty. One can imagine that The Point Cafe must be stowed in the summer months.

Back at Dunedin, a second home-cooked meal washed down with Panhead. Home cooking, a delight. Panhead, not Emerson’s but with a quiet night in watching TV, total relaxation. Tomorrow, the trek resumes.

For inexplicable reasons, our hosts had an early night. We are in New Zealand.

Bar visited today:

The Point Cafe, Bar and Shop – 58 Esplanade Balclutha, Kaka Point 9271


Day 37, April 26 Friday  –  Dunedin to Auckland

Tonight, flight #10 of the trip, this time, back to Auckland. A two day stop-over in Auckland before leaving New Zealand was conceived, just in case we became stuck on the South Island. Again, the realisation that we should have come to Dunedin straight after Auckland #1 and worked our way northwards hit home. 6ºC in Dunedin this morning, rising to 10ºC later today, definitely time for something more tropical. The evening flight meant we did not have to be at Momona Airport until after 17.00.

Mark had a plan, how to keep us amused. Normally, one has the feeling of killing time until going to the airport. In the end it was a case of tearing ourselves away. Or did Marg just not wish to leave Alfie?

Jude had already disaapeared off to work by the time the Hector surfaced. It appears hugging a Koala is not just a Brisbane thing.

Friends of Mark were keen to meet us. By 10.00, were were at a beach cafe – Fugue St Clair. We spent a good hour getting to know Mick and Steve, aka Harry.

Companionable silence – was once again explained to Marg. It’s a man thing. Sausage Roll became a possibility, but not after what I had just eaten.

Thereafter, Mark took Marg and Alfie for a farewell walk on another beach. It was time to pack. Deciding what to take, always a problem.

We parked in Downtown Dunedin.  No Name Alley – not an easy place to find, Mark somehow knew where it is. Here lies another Brewery in DunedinSteamer Basin Brewery and Taproom.

However, this was not opening until 15.00 and so there was time for Sausage Roll. Catalyst had none available, more coffee and cake.

As much a cafe as a restaurant, here was the b.effect – Ridgleline which I had two night ago at Albar.

A Hazy IPA of some quality on offer in a random restaurant, is not what we are used to back home.

The scale of Steamer Basin Brewery was typical of a microbrewery.

Sadly, the range of Bier was way too traditional, Emerson’s, this was not.

Blond IPA at 5.0% was the best option. Gold, with a chill haze, this was dry suggesting a high IBU. Motueka and NZ Chinook were the hops.

Mark had mentioned the Duke of Wellington as being the must visit pub in Dunedin. This was the final opperchancity and thus my final South Island Bier.  It was apparent that Mark was well known here.

Nectaron IPA (Cassels, Christchurch, New Zealand) at 6.1% was gold with a slight haze. Mellow, dry, this proved to be very easy to drink. Closer in style to a West Coast IPA, Nectaron NZ were the hops.

And so to the airport. Mark dropped us off, no £6.00 fee here a la Glasgow Airport. Hopefully we’ll see Mark and Jude in Scotland in the not too distant future. In the meantime, a BIG thank you.

Flight NZ678, a three digit code means a jet. A jet means proper security.

Marg had advised Alison in Auckland, that we would have eaten already. This meant airport fayre.

Ah, but, behold the Sausage Roll! Too dry it had probably sat out all day. This was nothing like the one enjoyed back on Day 34 at St Clair beach.

Mark has subsequently sent me a recipe for New Zealand Sausage Roll.

One may be used to no frills when flying, but this is the national airline. My fifth and final NZ Airways flight, each time their plastic cup of water and dry nibble has been declined. Less than two hours to Auckland, a cinch.

Alison was waiting once again in the arrival hall, and so back to Greenhithe. This was the first time in over over a month when I have walked into a room and recognised the bed. Home sweet home.

Hector was last to retire, this stuff doesn’t write itself.

Brewery, bar, restaurant and cafe visited today:

Steamer Basin Brewery & Taproom – No Name Alley, Central Dunedin, Dunedin 9016

Duke of Wellington – 51 Queens Gardens, Central Dunedin, Dunedin 9016

Fugue St Clair – 24 Esplanade, St Clair, Dunedin 9012

Catalyst – 286 Princes Street, Central Dunedin, Dunedin 9016

 

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Christchurch : Around The World In 80 Days – Days 29 – 32

Day 29 – Thursday, April 17th –  Nelson to Christchurch

Another day, another flight: NZ5865 at 14.20 to Christchurch. When this trip was conceived, I assumed we would be hiring a car and driving south, not to be. The cost of car hire is prohibitive, flights are a no brainer even with check-in bags.

There was a coffee for Hector, finally, at Ragan Roast beneath the apartment. Marg was maybe a regular, her third visit. We sat outside with the other regulars. Peeps appeared to stop off here as part of their daily constitutional. The life of the retired and fit in New Zealand. I’m surprised they are still walking around 10.00, I thought they all exercised at 05.00. 

We shall always remember and appreciate our time here. Claire’s apartment featured the only dishwasher the Hector has ever approved of.

Claire was taking us back to the airport, but first our convoy had to drop off the extra car. Claire’s daughter lives no more than a sneeze from Nelson Airport. Claire sat with us until our flight was called. This still feels strange, an airport with free access for all areas. Think of the airports where one cannot even get in the building without a flight ticket.

Thank you, Claire, you are a legend!

Soon after take-off our toy ‘plane was flying over what the retired Geographer would describe as a glaciated desert. Nelson Lakes National Park, damn few lakes, to see such vast expanses and no sign of human existence, unusual.

On reaching a plain, a comparatively large settlement. Why live here at all?

There was definitely more to Christchurch Airport compared to the glorified shed that was Nelson. How to get into the city?

My first Uber quote was favourable. By the time we had our bags it had doubled, plus a thirty minute delay had been injected. Let’s find the bus.

The signs took us to something resembling a bus terminus, two coaches were on stand, a municipal bus parked up across the concourse. The driver directed us back to the bus stance.

Marg is used to all buses being for her. That’s how it works in the World of sport. Private hire, buses laid on. I had to stop her putting her bag in the hold of one of the two coaches, a rugby trip.

The said driver of the municipal Bus 8 challenged me when I asked if his bus was going to Cathedral Junction.

I thought you wanted Bus 29.

That was then.

NZ$4.00, each, cash, way cheaper than a taxi. This was the first cash I have spent in New Zealand. Change was given.

Hotel 115, Cathedral Junction, this was the former tram depot, and the tourist tram still runs though it. Our first non Ibis, a decent hotel, and Cathedral Junction proved to be the ideal place to stay.

The chap at check-in said he was giving us an upgrade because we were staying four nights. Four nights, is this too long to stay in Christchurch?

We had half an hour to explore the surroundings, The other side of the depot gave way to New Regent Street, this was stepping back in time, quite a buzz.

Rebecca, Becks, was collecting us at 17.00, Another of Marg’s former charges, Becks was with us back in 2011, the year of the Christchurch Earthquake. Another catch-up.

Considering her own home to be on the small side to entertain the international travellers, Becks had arranged dinner for us and her husband Nick at her parents’ house in Lincoln.

Chris and John, inviting perfect strangers to their home.  Such is the  impact of a year spent in Helensburgh. Thank you!

After the customary addressing of the dog and sprog, We were duly fed and watered. We arrived with wine, but the Hector was not refusing Bier. Well, two out of three were not happening. I cannot believe people still buy the Bier with the same name as the virus which kept us prisoners for so long. An as yet untried Panhead was much appreciated.

Blacktop Oat Stout (Panhead Custom Ales, Upper Hutt, New Zealand), a 5.5% bottled Stout would never be Hector’s first choice of Bier. This came across as a lesser bottled Guinness. It lacked body or any other discerning quality. The dinner was way better.  Thank you, all!

Coffee shop visited today:

Raglan Roast Tahunanui – The Sands 623 Rocks Rd. Moana, Nelson 7011


Day 30 – Friday, April 18th

Having been driven out of the city last night, I had some awareness of what greater Christchurch was like, a compact city centre, endless suburbs. Carville. Marg had been before – it’s like England. England in the autumn, it appears. Marg was here pre-Earthquake, there are lots of new shiny buildings which may not have come into existence otherwise.

Cathedral Junction, the former tram station, the cathedral itself is covered in scaffolding, repairs/renovation is ongoing.

We needed a light lunch, dinner was again already taken of.

Cafe Stir, on New Regent Street had Chowder, not to be missed. Marg had a rather large omelette.

The walls featured photos of the trams from the days of yore. Trams feature prominently in this post.

Having acquired the brochure for the Tram and seen the price for the day ticket, this was dismissed as being a – no-no. Hector had a plan, let’s walk the route, a figure of eight through down-town Christchurch.

 

 

 

 

We passed Quake City, the earthquake museum, the Park, and what appeared to be more of the University campus. Apparently not, this was – The Arts Centre. The perfection of this building, despite its age, suggested a quick rebuild. Then there was the bit which still needed repair, hence the appeal for more money?

There are swathes of Christchurch behind hoardings, wholesale clearance. Not every city gets a chance to start again, maybe this was not the hoped for catalyst. The lives lost.

A few watering holes were spotted on our tour. Riverside Market featured a stand for Canterbury Brewers Collective, and also Curry. I studied the Bier list, then introduced myself at the Curry stall. OK, I might force myself to have a Bier with a Curry later in the week.

If there’s a Christchurch Tram the Hector did not photograph today, it must be off the road.  Were there only the fur running?

Coffee o’clock, that doesn’t sound right. C-One Espresso, housed in the former Post & Telegraph Office. It wasn’t closing mid afternoon as most places of this type tend to.

Food being delivered by pneumatic tube was fun for the weans. This was only available at the tables around the wall. For once, Marg and Hector were not window dressing.

Marg secured a suitably hot coffee, Hector tried something else.

Koko Samoa – was not just hot chocolate, it was a chemistry experiment. An experiment in testing patience.

It came with a timer as well as the filter arrangement. Not a fan of filter coffee, this was worse.

Having drunk the – hot water knocked stupid (Donald Sutherland, and no, not that one.) – I chucked the lot in the pot.

Turkish Cocoa! Horrible. A lesson learned.

18.30, our scheduled meet up with Brine, another Kiwi who worked with Marg. We reached Mumbaiwala a few minutes early, it was only a five minute walk from Cathedral Junction. Brine and Nick (again), whatever happened to everyone being called – Bruce – arrived just after 18.30. Brine and Marg had their required intense conversation whilst Nick wondered why the Hector was not having Bier. Brine was in Helensburgh in the era of Curry-Heute and Bier-Traveller, she knew the score. My preference for not having Bier with Curry was explained. I must point out, Mumbaiwala had a decent range of Bier. UK Curry Houses have much to learn.

Hector’s choice of South Indian Curry was a revelation. Tales of The Unexpected. Four happy diners.

Nick suggested we adjourn to The Craft Embassy on the waterfront. Here is a parade of shiny new bars and restaurants lining the east bank of the River Avon. Mass clearance.

An upstairs venue, an elevator was involved. I had checked the access out earlier, or so I thought. I had spotted the lane entrance, not the elaborate process of gaining entry thereafter. The heavy wooden door was manned, or – womanned.

Quite busy, we took a table on the balcony, but soon got back inside. The jacket brought for Dunedin has come in handy earlier than assumed. Nick mentioned Stokes as his favourite brewery, That place, which two nights ago in Nelson, I struggled to find anything decent. I didn’t.

With Brine the designated driver, Nick and Hector were set to have a session. Four Biers on the board had potential, three were Fresh Hop

#Fakenews (Burke’s Brewing Co., Tekapo, New Zealand) a Hazy IPA at 6.0% initially hit the back of the throat strongly, but as this subsided the Bier improved markedly. Yellow, with a decent haze, the hops were not declared. The flavours grew, though the body was probably a bit thin for the abv.

Mcleods Brewery (Waipu, New Zealand) has already appeared twice in these pages. Tonight the 802 #58, Hector had 802 #57 in Wellington at The Malthouse.

802 #58 at 6.8%, Fresh Hop Unfiltered was the given description, there was only a half haze in this gold offering. Stunning! Straight five! The Nelson Sauvin hops were doing their job, a NEIPA by any description other than by its appearance. One, at least, back home was deceived.

802 #58 was only released this week, so much better than #57.

Another release this week is Cone dip IPA at 6.0% (Duncans, Kapiti, New Zealand). NZIPA Fresh Hop was the given description. Gold, clear, not as intense as what had come before, the Riwaka hops still gave off a tropic fruitiness. A mellow, drink, one could happily have stayed with this if the previous two had not been on. Hector couldn’t find four to excite, surely?

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Fresh Hop NZH-106 at 6.0% (Sawmill Brewery, Matakana, New Zealand) was classed as a Hazy IPA. The Kiwi brewers might be deliberately avoiding using – NEIPA – as a moniker. Again, released this week, yellow and only a slight haze, this had a huge hop hit. NZH-106 and Motueka hops, this was beautiful, quaffable.

There was a dilemma, the 802 #58 came in a smaller glass, to maintain standard pricing. The Fresh Hop NZH-106 was worthy of having more too. There’s always tomorrow.

I must thank Nick for making this the night it was. I may have heard enough about hockey on this trip already. More talk about Bier and Curry!

Bar, restaurant and cafes visited today:

The Craft Embassy – The Terrace Level One/126 Oxford Terrace, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011

Mumbaiwala – BNZ Centre, 120 Hereford Street, Christchurch 8011

C-One Espresso – 185 High Street, Christchurch 8142

Cafe Stir – 27 New Regent Street, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011


Day 31 – Saturday, April 19th

Another day of walking, fortunately the right foot, had a rest in Auckland and Nelson and is showing signs of recovery. I was getting to the stage of wondering if this was it for the duration.

Marg who had run through part of the park desired my company for The Botanic Gardens.

At our time of emerging from the delightfully comfortable room, we walked all of three metres from the hotel entrance to the Tramway Cafe. Marg needed food, the Hector wasn’t that bothered.

A somewhat boring sandwich was forced down. 15.00, the ideal time to eat. Midnight back home as we ate.

The problem with parks, they have flowers. Flowers attract insects, then insects discover Hector is in town. This was a leisurely walk, lots of photo opperchancities in the autumn afternoon sunlight. There were various housed plants.

In Glasgow’s Botanic Gardens we have hot houses, here the opposite. I still cannot find a sink with a big enough sequence of draining to complement the one I took at Singapore spinning in the opposite direction.

It was warm enough for Marg to favour ice cream over coffee. The #1 choice venue was queued out the door. The same company have a branch on New Regent Street, another time.

Paleta Bar – became the next objective, close to Dux Central, a big bar we had passed yesterday. With the blue dot having a hard time, it was deduced that Paleta Bar was inside – Little High Eatery. Julia had recommended a visit here, tick.

Whilst enjoying the ice-cream I took in the array of Bier taps on the various food stands. If needs must, there could be a return.

Bier o’clock

Two Thumb Brewing was a good fifteen minutes walk up Manchester St, what an omen. Having visited their taproom in Nelson, hopes were high. What were the chances of us walking into their Fresh Hop Festival. There was a crowd. Getting served was not an issue.

Fresh Hop Waimea Hazy at 6.0% was listed as a NEIPA. It isn’t. The Waimea hops had been grown in Motueka, the brewers could have done with upping their usage. Gold, half hazy, remote from being a milkshake, this thin offering was piney too. This, if anything, this was a WCIPA.

A Bier – at source – at last, and shrouding myself in hops once more, there have to be some pleasures.

After a break we headed out for Chinese food. Sampan House is adjacent to Cathedral Junction. The place was busy but with tables at the rear, plenty of spaces.

We’re not taking walk-ins.

Chong’s, in the heart of Downtown Christchurch was eventually located. A popular place, allegedly, we were the only customers. They were closing soon, there was plenty of room at the inn.

I’m finding Chinese food all tastes pretty much the same. Not enough intensity, bring back Spice Paradise (Sydney).

Going straight back to The Craft Embassy might have been foolish, time was needed between Biers. We walked back out to Dux Central.

Most tables were booked for – soon. A live band outside may have been encouraging the swarm. I’m sure the Bier list was better when I first popped in. I also thought this was where Dux was brewed, I still don’t know.

Dux Hazy (The Dux Brewing Co., Canterbury, New Zealand) at 5.7%, a Hazy IPA lived up to its description. The full milkshake haze, and the body matched the abv. Citra, Moutere and Amarillo were the hops, they could have given more. Yes, I knew this was a hoppy Bier, but after last night’s two – specials, not competition.

There was an interruption, and a welcome one at that. Howard was making a video call! Nobody else has been in touch so directly. Much appreciated.

As the Canterbury Hop Federation lay between us and The Craft Embassy, a stop here was mooted. 21.00, the Riverside Market was closing, it was Marg who spotted the taps in Shaka Bros..

Basically a hamburger joint, Marg and I have not succumbed to eating them on this trip. Once again, a range of Craft Beer that bewilders. This was, in effect, a taproom for Beers by Bacon Bros, confused?

Having studied the list, I was determined – I’m having a Hazy. The helpful young bartender produced some tins. Sorted.

Jawa Juice (Beers by Bacon Bros., Christchurch, New Zealand) a Juicy Hazy DDH IPA at 6.5% would surely have something to offer? I had read the back of the CAN: Nelson Sauvin, Nectaron and Wai-iti hops were in there. Care was taken, poured a la Hector.

Behold the full milkshake haze, all the hops extracted from the CAN. A decent body, the hops were coming through, pleasant, but lacking the – wow. That was waiting at The Craft Beer Embassy.

Twenty four keg taps and six hand-pulls, Nick was right, this is a wonderful bar.

Both Fresh Hop NZH-106 and 802 #58 were enjoyed again.

Marg had been super-indulgent today, Hector had his big afternoon/evening in Christchurch.

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A Saturday night, the yoofs were out in big numbers, queueing to get in to who knows what. They will not be getting up at 04.00 like the other Kiwis I have encountered.

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Brewery, taprooms, restaurant, cafes visited today:

Two Thumb Brewing Co. – 352 Manchester Street, Christchurch 8013

The Craft Embassy – The Terrace Level One/126 Oxford Terrace, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011

Dux Central – 144 Lichfield Street, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011,

Bacon Bros, Shaka Bros – Riverside Market, 96 Oxford Terrace, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011

Chong’s – 101/119 Cashel Street, Christchurch City Centre, Christchurch 8011

Tramway Cafe – Cathedral Junction Body Corporate 115 Worcester Street, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011,

Little High Eatery – Paleta Bar – 255 Saint Asaph Street, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011


Day 32 – Sunday, April 20th

It is the day of the Christchurch Marathon. Marg was not taking part, Becks was meant to until circumstances changed. We knew the city centre roads were closed until 14.30, a 10.00 start?

We arrived after noon to find a kid running alongside an adult, metres from the finish line. Either these early starts breed them young and fit, or something was afoot. The Marathon had started at, well, we don’t know. 09.00 was possible, Marg still thinks @06.00-07.00. Who are these people?

Sarah Hughes was one of them! Pity her name was called before I could get the camera ready. But who knows, she may be in a shot somewhere.

I like to eat bananas, cos they got no bones…

Nevertheless, Marg got into cheering mode. She knows she could have gone out much earlier, but had chosen to await Hector surfacing. After last night?

The sign at the Start did amuse, even Hector could take part in such a marathon.

Our walk back to town took us past the Earthquake Memorial Wall. There had to be something somewhere, why had it taken so long to discover it?

Time for Bier & Curry!

The Canterbury Brewers Collective was calling as was Dosa Kitchen. The chaps were on duty today. Where were the ladies, who probably cooked the stuff, that I had met previously?

They did their best to create a Hector Curry. This page is more about the Bier.

Riwaka Fresh Hop (Eruption Brewing, Christchurch, New Zealand) a 6.3% IPA looked decidedly West Coast. After nearly two weeks in New Zealand, one has come to realise: taste it, then define it.

This was a NEIPA in everything but appearance. The sought after smooth, mellow roundness was there. The Riwaka hops sat well on the palate. At 6.3% with the body to match, for lunch, just as well there was Curry to hand.

Actually, the Bier was hardly touched until the eating was over. Too many pleasures at once.

Marg’s turn, she was keen to visit the Earthquake Museum. It was free to enter, so no complaints for Hector on a bus-man’s holiday.

The one thing I did gain from this visit was a better understanding of liquefaction. A phenomenon that was only really beginning to be understood towards the end of my teaching career, else it was new t’syllabus. The kids here are taught all about – spread yourself flat!

I also located the streets I knew and confirmed that the new shiny stuff was where there had been mass destruction.

Marg sat and watched the whole video of interviews with people in the aftermath. Hector read about Montgomery Clift on his phone.

Ice-cream time, and the Rollickin that we missed out on yesterday, was, as expected, quieter on New Regent Street. Seats upstairs, nope, full of screaming Kiwi females.

There was a timeout before our last evening in Christchurch.

Somewhat cleverly, we had stopped at Sampan House en route to the Marathon and booked a table for this evening. The place was almost empty tonight. Kiwis prefer to eat Chinese on Saturdays then. Full portions, well cooked, this was a cut above the norm.

It had to be The Craft Embassy. We have not visited any single premises three times in all of this trip, and not tonight either. Although they were open and due to close later, it was quiet, they were calling it a night. Marg tried to plead for a quiche (sic), the Hector was not having this.

Bier is to be savoured, enjoyed, not rushed.

Running out of places, what could follow the Biers had here? Back to Little High Eatery. One of their outlets – El Fogon Grill – had something – in the style.

Alpha Juice (Three Boys Brewery, Christchurch, New Zealand) at 6.3%, a Pale Ale in the NEIPA style had a decent haze. A bit thin, but quaffable, Alpha Juice would make a good session Bier. Simcoe, Wai-iti and Nectaron were present but giving all they could. The brewery call this an – IPA.

Where are the taps for these breweries, I wasn’t finding them, and now it’s too late.

Hector was almost last out of Little High Eatery.

The brewery tap, restaurant, food outlets and cafe visited today:

The Canterbury Brewers Collective – Riverside Market, 96 Oxford Terrace, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011

Sampan House – 168 Gloucester Street, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011

Little High Eatery – El Fogon Grill – 255 Saint Asaph Street, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011,

Dosa Kitchen – 96 Oxford Terrace, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011

Rollickin Gelato – 35 New Regent Street, Christchurch Central City, Christchurch 8011

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Nelson : Around The World In 80 Days – Days 26 – 28

Day 26 – Monday, April 14th

13.05, Flight NZ5309 from Wellington to Nelson, a forty five minute flight. Way more efficient than messing about in boats. We were so quick in getting up and out of the hotel, the earlier airport Bus was caught. Still dry.

Now there was time to marvel at the suspended creatures.

There was fog in Nelson this morning, would our flight be delayed? No, as it happened. I messaged Claire to let her know we should be on time.

Marg, we haven’t been through security, and I don’t see how they can do so at our gate.

Security, where was it?  I went up to the departure gate to ask.

It’s because of the type of ‘plane.

So propeller jobs are open to any maniac’s disposition?

Boarding by ramp instead of stairs was novel.

The overhead bin did not take my bag, the thought of such a long flight with this at my feet…

Please place large bags under the seat in front of you.

Eh? My bag fitted no problem. Welcome aboard a de Havilland Bombardier Q300, seating around 80. We were at the back, boarding was at the front.

41º South, Wellington and Nelson are at the same latitude, we flew west. Approaching Nelson, the coastline had lots of spits, enough on coastal landforms.

A cement works dominated the view on approach, and again a few minutes later, and once more. The pilot was making a meal of it.

I had never met Claire before today, Marg had when she was over in Scotland visiting her daughter – Julia!

Yes, Julia gets another mention. Julia, who we spent three nights with in Singapore, is from Nelson. Such is our acquired status, Claire was giving up her apartment for the duration of our three night stay. Not only that, we were having the use of her car. Julia’s two years in Helensburgh had not been forgotten and was paying dividends.

The apartment was opposite Tahunanui Beach, a few minutes drive south of Nelson city centre. Free House was mentioned as a must visit, plus the nearby Sprig + Fern Tahuna across the street. Forget the Bier house under the apartment, but the Raglan Roast coffee house next door is a must visit.

Claire drove us into town, we dropped her at her place of work, and that was it.

Shopping, supplies, milk etc., Claire had left us Sparkling Wine as a welcome, we needed the basics.

Dinner, it had to be Curry. Julia has spoken oft about Indian Cafe. There would be retribution if this was not reviewed in Curry-Heute, and it came to pass.

As luck would have it, The Free House is directly across the back from  Indian Cafe, A church hall once upon a time, as the name suggests, they are able to offer Bier from a cross section of breweries.

At my time of being served I asked:

A New England IPA or DIPA?

What’s a New England IPA – the girl replied.

Also, this explains everything. Hector may well be being misled by Untappd.

Fresh April ’24 (Garage Project, Wellington, New Zealand)  at 7.0%, had the full milkshake haze, the body was sound without being syrupy.

This Bier was potentially dangerous, one could do damage here. Most importantly, Nelson Sauvin was one of the hops, the whole reason for being here. Lots of hops: Idaho 7, Citra, Riwaka and even the dreaded Talus. Such was the combination, the Talus was subdued.

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After the mass tasting at the bar, it took some time for the full flavour of this Bier to command attention. In time, body and flavour.

What about the mouthfeel?

How can Hector wind up peeps back home when this is what comes back?

Hector had his Bier with Nelson hops in Nelson, but not a Bier at source. The only possible brewery in Nelson itself – Two Thumb – ain’t open on a Monday. Are we in that London?

Being fair to Marg, one Bier at The Free House, time to park up the car for the night.

Sprig & Fern Tahuna, is one of many Sprig & Fern taprooms in the area. The brewery is in nearby Richmond. Closing at 21.00, wtf?

A bit of a shack, the welcome was warm, strangers in town.

Chasing Hazy at 5.2%, suitably named, this Hazy IPA had the full yellow haze. A juicy tasting Bier, but. There was a back taste, something familiar, I couldn’t work it it out. A mark down for this. Hops? Nobody was letting on.

Early closing,  I’ll get used to it.

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Taproom, bar and restaurant visited today:

The Free House Pub – 95 Collingwood Street, Nelson 7010

Sprig + Fern Tavern Tahuna – 13 Beach Rd., Tahunanui, Nelson 7011

The Indian Cafe – 94 Collingwood Street, Nelson 7011


Day 27 – Tuesday, April 15th

Two Thumb Brewing – was today’s objective, a brewery in Nelson. There was a full day’s itinerary before then.

Marg had returned from her morning run full of how wonderful the beach is. She had sneaked in a coffee at Raglan’s, a chap had engaged her. All was well, but not until Hector too had ben led along the beach.

The Centre of New Zealand – it said on Google Maps. We had to inspect. One day, Google will fully embrace 3D. There was no mention of the twenty minute climb which became steeper as we closed in on the summit.

The view was worth it. Alpine scenery without having to climb the Alps.

The monument is one I shall recognise for ever more. Having said we have been there, even better.

The centre? I suppose it’s close to the intersection of N-S, E-W, lines, diagonals even. Hopefully, the spot was less than arbitrary. Lots of photos, the alpine landscape inland had us singing – the lonely goatherd, not.

Marg wanted food. If the reader has not yet grasped that when such a declaration is made, food must be imminent. Founders Heritage Park had popped up, surely there was a cafe or similar there.

Welcome to old Nelson, preserved as much a replica one assumes.

The train station was there, photos for the enthusiasts.

The big attraction was the small but poignant – Nelson Hops Museum.

There was an old boxcar-freight ‘plane, built by Bristol, them of Beaufighter and Concord fame.

The cafe shut at 15.00, it was 15.20. Marg was hungry. It was also getting closer to dinner, and we were due to meet up with Claire later for an evening meal. Coffee shops have a habit of closing by 16.00 Marg keeps reminding me. I found one open later – Qualitea Cafe, in the heart of Downtown Nelson. We parked in the car park outside Indian Cafe, this time we had to pay a small fee.

Nelson was quite different from anything seen so far in New Zealand. In terms of city centres, that’s Wellington. This had quite a US feel to it. The blue dot got us to Qualitea, eventually. Tea no more.

The charming girl serving – Woher Kommst Du? – asked the Hector informally.

Czechia.

Her accent was certainly Central European.

Ice Cream Sundaes, on a Tuesday. The accompanying Sparkling Water was on the house, she didn’t know how to charge for it. At least dinner should no longer be compromised.  I picked up a brochure.

The cathedral, the cathedral steps. A photo. No way was Hector climbing them, enough already.

There was a bit of time to kill. The Old Vic looked appealing. There was a quick half of Super Charger (Panhead).

A young couple opposite were discussing a forthcoming trip to the UK. So it goes.

Two Thumb Brewing was a few blocks away, let’s check it out before tonight. Fit for ladies?

A Brewery Tap, the Brewery is in Christchurch. There was something Hazy, and I liked the atmosphere, laters.

Claire suggested a Thai restaurant She phoned to book, closed. Instead, she drove to an Italian near the cathedral, we followed. A convoy, back to where we had just come from.

Lombardi’s Italian Ristorante made us feel quite at home. Our waiter was from Lake Garda.

Descenzano, Sirmione? – I asked.

Further north, up the lake. We felt at home. Nearly four weeks away and still no burger or pizza. It had to be pasta. There was wine too, a clever move in the company of two drivers.

Polpette, I couldn’t finish it. Claire took a doggy bag for her meal, my leftovers were abandoned. Too much Bread at the start.

We walked to Two Thumb Brewing. The table right beside the bar was secured. Soft drinks for the drivers, the Hector would be otherwise engaged.

The sensible start was not a Two Thumb Bier.

Otto (Epic Beer, Onehunga, Auckland, New Zealand) a Hazy IPA at 6.2% was also suggested as a NEIPA by Untappd. Mosaic and Citra hops were coming across, this Bier slowly built up on the palate. With the haze and a worthy body this was a decent Session Bier. There was more.

Claire – I have never been here before.

Claire – I’m never out midweek.

Before we knew it, two chaps had table-hopped us. One was particularly known to Julia, photos sent to Singapore. Approved.

Otto – on looking up this Bier, a picture of the Can popped up. The Bier is named after – Otto – the inflatable autopilot in Airplane!

Time to get serious.

Supa Hazy (Two Thumb Brewing Co., Christchurch, New Zealand) at 8.0%, an IIPA!

This was a CAN, I promised the chap earlier earlier I have this. Mud, poured a la Hector, this was properly dry and chewy. Here was Hector in Nelson at a taproom drinking a Bier with Cascade, Citra and Simcoe hops. So it goes.

The taproom, bar, restaurant and cafe visited today:

Two Thumb Nelson – 32c New Street, Nelson 7011

The Vic Public House – 281 Trafalgar Street – Nelson 7010

Lombardi’s Ristorante – 295 Trafalgar Street, Nelson 7010

The Qualitea Cafe – Shop 1/167 Hardy Street, Nelson 7010


Day 28 – Wednesday, April 16th

Today was the day, the local hops at source. Motueka lies to the west of Nelson, along the route there had to be a hop growing, somewhere. What was guaranteed in Motueka was Townshend Brewery.

We arrived around 13.00. The brew-plant was at the rear of the site. There was a Taproom for Takeaway only. A girl appeared behind the bar and told us that we needed to be next door.

Before Bier, the sacred photo. We had passed some hop fields en route, but here was the opperchancity to caress live Motueka hops. The World must suffer.

Toad Hall, the same girl appeared to show us to a table. There couldn’t be Bier this early without food.  It was a young boy who served us, keen as mustard, was he long out of short trousers?

Moroccan Kebab for Hector, Nachos for Marg. Anything to avoid burger and pizza. The chap who brought my Bier was not long out of school, if indeed he was. Keen as mustard.

Hazy IPA at 5.8%, the haze was there, the body was there, juicy too, but a slight sharpness on the palate was taking its toll. The hops were not for being identified, even after I went up to the girl pouring, who gave me the flyer.

By halfway I was used to this. I have been long enough in New Zealand to realise they may have the hops, this might be as good as it gets.

The Moroccan Lamb was nothing like as good as Alison’s. The Nachos were something else. No meat, but what a package. I helped Marg finish, they were wonderful. The biggest plate of Nachos ever seen. is

With the car at our disposal, the must-do was the drive to the beach at Kaiteriterei which was some way beyond Riwaka. Motueka took a few minutes to drive through, Riwaka, blink and you’d miss it. I nearly blinked on the way back.

We had been warned that the hop harvest was over, I caught some remnants in situ.

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The Curry House in Motueka, planned for later, was on the main street, simples.

Kaiteriteri was a worthy destination. The tide was out meaning the lagoon was empty.

A comfortable walk along the sands, just as well the rain has abated. Plenty of photo opperchancities.

There was a pit-stop at the Waterfront Cafe. This shall be remembered for the family who, having finished their lunch sought Takeaway containers. A passing gull had other ideas.

The girl serving was from Aberdoom!

There had to be a Bier at source, in Riwaka. Hop Federation was located. Again, a dedicated Taproom for Takeaway only, lies adjacent to a hotel. Oh, look at that array of taps. East European chaps were manning the show.

I went out back to find the brew-plant, none.

Where is it?

In Motueka.

Still, this is the only place to have their Bier in Motueka, albeit from plastic. Better than wood.

Hop Federation’s – Fields of Green Hazy IPA at 5.8% by definition is one of the most satisfying Biers ever had. Who cares what it tasted like, that it was muddy and served in plastic. Riwaka at source!  QED.

I found the address of the actual brewery, we headed along the road, another Takeaway only Taproom…but for Townshend.

Three times a day, people come in and ask where is the brewery!

He didn’t know where they’ve gone, the brew-plant was there until he moved in at the turn of the year. I saw the room where it was, previously.

Not only was the Hector determined to rub the noses today with Bier, there’s a Curry House in Motueka. It had to be done. Simply Indian opened at 17.00, both of us were still pretty full.

Note, Marg was not hungry.

A shipwreck was featured on the map, worth a look. It gave lunch a few more minutes to digest.

Marg had Starter, Hector the full Bhuna, literally. Motueka featuring in Curry-Heute, tick!

After 18.00 and only two Bier stops. Two places stood out on our return drive to Nelson. Richmond lies south of the airport and gives way to Stoke which is classed as Nelson.

We had seen Eddyline Brewing as we passed through Richmond earlier. With the Eddyline Brewery closing an hour before the Brewery-Pizzeria, we tried to locate the Pizzeria. Knowing where it is and finding it, in the dark, a different story. We found the swimming pool. Stoke was surely easier.

McCashin’s Brewery is housed in the old cider house.

A plaque commemorated the opening, even Hector recognised the name.

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Hazy?

No.

Tasters then, The best of a bad bunch.

Stoke IPA (McCashin’s Brewery, Stoke, Nelson, New Zealand) at 4.8%, a Late Hop Pale. This was clear, approaching West Coast IPA, but lacking the hop hit, average as average is.

The worst Bier I’ve had in New Zealand?

I couldn’t end my visit to Nelson on this note. Back to the swimming pool. It was Marg who spotted the sign.

Why are places advertised as a – Brewery – when clearly they are not? OK, the Pizzeria probably had the full range of Eddyline brews. Hector sorted a Bier, Marg a dessert. Guess why.

Tantric Haze (Eddyline Brewery, Richmomd, New Zealand) at 6.8%, a Hazy IPA. With Mosaic, El Dorado, Citra and Nectaron, this had a dreamer’s blend of hops. In the NEIPA style, the full haze, but thin for the abv, this was well smooth on the palate. There was nothing here not to like, but as with many a NZ Bier, lacking in that something special.

Nelson-Motueka-Riwaka – may have the hops, do they have the brewers?

Brewery, taprooms, bars, restaurants, and cafes visited:

Townshend Brewery (Toad Hall) – 602 High Street, Motueka 7120

Hop Federation Taproom – 627 Main Rd., Riwaka 7198

Eddyline Pizzeria & Brewpub – 8 Champion Rd., Richmond 7020

McCashin’s Tap Room – 660 Main Street, Stoke, Nelson 7011

Simply Indian – 130 High Street, Motueka 7120

Waterfront – 1 Kaiteriteri- Sandy Beach Rd., Kaiteriteri 7197

 

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Day 23 – Friday, April 12th

New Zealand Airways were stingy on the flight down to Wellington. Tea/Coffee/Water, with packets of feeble nibbles to accompany. Not even a proper – nut. I should declare a need for eating nuts, and make it compulsory for all on every flight.

The train had been considered, but the overnight train was not running today, a waste of twelve hours anyway.

Arriving at Wellington was a breeze, what a terminal. The hanging Birds of Prey impressed, there will be time to study them before the next flight in three days.

Three days to see a capital city, not long, and with our list of – must see places – at two items, maybe a day too long? There are Brewery Taps, and maybe a brewery or two to track down.

Exiting from the bowels of the Airport, we quickly found the bus to the city centre. Lambton Quay, the main street runs parallel to Featherstone Street where the Ibis Wellington is located. Our last Ibis of the trip.

Pulling a bag, a bag on one’s back, an umbrella, fortunately we were at the Ibis sooner than expected. If that’s the size of a block, there will be no need for public transport around this city.

Fork & Brewer was the nearest Brewpub to our hotel. Marg was more interested in food, I promised her food, albeit bar-food. Peeking our from the brollie, I could take in the occasional older building alternating with the modern. Some classic architecture, juxtapositions aplenty. We know who to blame.

Fork & Brewer, on the first floor of the building, occupies a substantial space. With an island bar containing 42 taps, choices. The board suggested three Hazys. Working up the abv is always the plan. Little did I know we would only stay for one.

A Friday night, the place was busy. Marg chose the table, so I can blame her.

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Haze Jumper at 5.4% appeared to be classed as a NEIPA. Yellow, but only slightly hazy, was the name in jest? This was way too sharp, a high IBU was suspected. Think WCIPA and this would work.

The company to my left was mixed, but there was one loud female who could probably be heard back in Auckland. It wasn’t just the volume, it was the pitch. It was a case of drink up and leave. Marg was hungry.

Around the corner was a well rated Asian restaurant, we haven’t had that for a while, Curry tomorrow. So highly rated was – Asian Kitchen – it was full. Next place.

We did pass a Curry Cafe in the style I found in both Brisbane and Sydney. I talked the young girl through the Dishes in the kettles. She had to tell me the last one – Lamb Curry. No Goat here then.

On the bus we had passed a line of Chinese and similar restaurants. The Old Satay Noodle House was chosen.

Again, this was one floor up in what appeared to be quite an industrial setting. There was only a few diners in the large room.

One day Marg will not order Sweet & Sour.

Hector had Pork with Noodles.

What made this meal stand out from the previous Asian creations was the availability of Soya Sauce on the table. No, it’s not like like Hector adding Salt to his dinner as in the bad old days.

Still raining, still a Friday night, I didn’t feel like straying far in the darkness. Was the Brian stopping?  The Malthouse was chosen.

Behold, a big room with the bar on the right as one enters, high tables opposite the bar, and a room full of Kiwis to the back. They too were loud, but nobody was resonating. On purchasaing the drinks, I assumed Marg had headed back there. Nope, there she was, front of the house.

Marg had Bier! Lindeman’s Kriek – if indeed that is not a soft drink. The distance this cherryade had travelled was reflected in the price.

802 #67 Unfiletered IPA (McLeod’s Brewery, New Zealand) at 6.8% was the aggressive follow-up to Fork & Brewer.

Untappd are calling Bier – NEIPA – the bars/brewers are not. Gold, with a muddy haze, there was no disictictive hop hit, yet Mosaic, Motueka and Amarillo were all here. OK Bier, nothing to become excited about, however, there was something afoot.

Nick at One Drop back in Sydney had told us that the Nelson Hops had been harvested. A brochure gave a list of all the Fresh Hop Bier available in Wellington. In effect, I had also just found a list of all the Craft Beer outlets in Wellington.

Three days.

I didn’t fancy any more Bier, and so back to the hotel. Get some writing done.

Brewery, bar and restaurant visited today:

Fork & Brewer – 20 Bond Street, Te Aro, Wellington 6011

The Malthouse – 76 Willis Street, Wellington Central, Wellington 6011

The Oaks Satay Noodle House – Oaks Complex 73 Cuba Street, Te Aro, Wellington 6011  


Day 24 – Saturday, April 13th

Marg was out running along the harbour. Hector spent the late morning in his now claimed spot, a seat at the window with a power cable. Still the rain shows no sign of mercy, still the right foot hurts from a standing start, but maybe less so.

Curry for lunch! Indian Alley Wakefield stood out from the crowd. The Yorkshire reference had nothing to do with the menu, but was the street on which Indian Alley stood. Our walk there was interspersed with stopoffs at sport/outdoor clothing shops. Hector is always on the lookout for quick-dry shorts and trousers – with zipped pockets. Like many a city, Wellington had none.

Indian Alley was closed. It opens midweek for the lunchtime session, but not on a Saturday. Eh?

We now needed something to tide us over until after the 17.00 opening. It had to be near.

Squirrel was a couple of blocks away, and in the right direction for Te Papa, the museum in which we planned to take refuge this afternoon.

Bottomless Coffee – it said on the menu my type of coffee. Doris made a fresh batch, she said I wasn’t leaving until I finished it. The place was empty, more or less, when we arrived. By the time we departed, every table was occupied, even the locals had had enough of the rain.

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Chicken in focaccia – was Hector’s snack. Not that interesting as it happened. A Salad for Marg.

We had been strongly advised to visit Te Papa. Marg and Hector are not big on museums, this turned out to be a museum with – BIG – exhibits. Free to enter, even better.

There are two permanent features: Natural History and the Gallipoli exhibit. The Natural History featured many an interesting animal especially birds past and present.

The huge, flightless Moa is no more, just as well. Michael Parkinson had it easy with Emu. We were encouraged to touch the bone.  Ooh, err. But not stand in the footprint.

Earthquakes and Volcanoes, what else do I need to know about these having taught all about them for thirty four years? There was a hut that simulated an earthquake. Having experienced a few in real life, no thanks. Who remembers the Glasgow Earthquake of 1979? OK, it was minor. Turkey was once hit by a major one the day after Marg and Hector left.

We don’t need earthquakes whilst we are in New Zealand.

Something old – what New Zealand truly lacks. The oldest things on display were rocks. Cheating perhaps, but other exhibits put what became New Zealand’s history in perspective, writes the retired Geographer.

Every sign in New Zealand is in English and Maori, respect for those who got here first. But by how long? Aborigines reached what became Australia thousands of years back. The Maori arrived here in the last millennium, the Europeans, a handful of centuries after. Both newcomers then.  More importantly, when did – The Weegies – arrive?

The Gallipoli exhibit was excellent in terms of its presentation. The pointlessness of the entire campaign was well reported.

A WW2 battle fought with WW1 tactics. Churchill. I had seen nothing like the larger than life characters on display. The detail is magnificent. Toy soldiers these were not. It wasn’t toy soldiers who had to face the Turkish machine guns. Who gave the Turks machine guns?

Bier o’clock, and we weren’t straying far.

Panhead Custom Ales, whos Rat Rod had been enjoyed nights back at The Malt (Auckland), have an outlet on Tory Street. Having given this street a miss earlier it was time to embrace it.

Sandman at 5.2%, a yellow NEIPA, lacking the full haze, had the always hoped for – blast of hoppiness. For this abv, the body was fine, but imagine this at say 7.5%, and… Citra, Mosaic and Simcoe hops were present, another fine Bier from Panhead.

I had hoped that this was the brewery, but that’s in Upper Hutt a good bit outside Wellington, and as close to Kelly Ryan’s – Bone Face Brewing Company – as Manchester’s Track is to Cloudwater. Three days.

It was time for Curry, at last. Indian Alley, tasty food better than Mainstream, the Hector had chosen well. This is where the day took a weird turn.

Hector shouldn’t be here – was a voice from behind. Gordon, who drinks in my Glasgow local. I knew he was coming to New Zealand but our dates and places were never meant to overlap. What were the chances?

Gordon gave a couple of Bier House recommendations. Golding’s Dive Bar was meant to have Hazys according to Untappd, their board suggested otherwise. It was stowed, no point hanging around.

Being now off-piste, we stumbled upon Fortune Favours Beer, a brewpub! The young barman was keen, polite but did not convey great knowledge of the Bier on offer.

This was a bit of a dive, but was clearly popular given the number present, most upstairs seemingly.

The Mystic at 5.0%, a Hazy NZ IPA had a slight haze and lacked body. Flavour was lacking too, and there was a slight sweetness. Was this a waste of the precious Nelson Sauvin?

Rogue & Vagabond was Gordon’s other suggestion. A band had just set up, music was imminent. The barmaid told us if we had arrived fifteen minutes later there would have been an entry charge. We found a settee outwith the direct blast of what was to come.

Motueka Fresh Hop (Urbanaut, Auckland, New Zealand) at 6.0% was a disappointment. Another Fresh Hop not necessarily delivering. Federweisser, the early spring wine served in Deutschland was coming to mind. This lacks the body and flavour of fully fledged wine. Is Fresh Hop a rushed job? Time will tell. I should be getting a card stamped.

Where was the haze? There was a hint of – the Polish aftertaste. This Bier needed so much more, its successor is a different story.

Tropical Cyclone (McLeod’s Brewery, Waipu, New Zealand) at 8.0% was a winner. My second experience of MacLeod’s. Yellow with a sligt haze, this was a worthy DIPA. Flavour-wise, it was East meets West, beautifully mellow yet with pronounced hops flavours. US and NZ hops is all I could establish, but IBU-100, how? This tasted nothing like a high IBU IPA. This Bier I would have again, I did. A Saturday night, even Marg was on the strong stuff.

The band came on, not too loud, some good sounds. The female vocalist and the horn player stood out. From our lack of vantage, it took time to establish just how many females were on stage. Our first live music in New Zealand, no idea who they were. It was a good night.

Brewery, bars, restaurant and cafe visited today:

Fortune Favours Beer – 7 Leeds Street, Te Aro, Wellington 6011

Pan Head Tory Street – 1 Tory Street, Te Aro, Wellington 6011

Rogue & Vagabond – 8 Garrett Street, Te Aro, Wellington 6011

Indian Alley Wakefield Restaurant and Bar3/290 Wakefield Street, Te Aro, Wellington 6011

Squirrel NZ – 4 Blair Street, Te Aro, Wellington 6011


Day 25 – Sunday, April 14th

The sun was shining, it puts a different perspective on the day. Part of our Ibis welcome was a pair of Kit-Kats. I took one downstairs with me to what I had claimed as my spot: a window armchair with power sockets behind. More writing whilst Marg went out exploring/exercising. This may well be the first Nestlé product I have knowingly consumed in some forty years. The company is on my Blacklist. How old was the Kit-Kat? Maybe from the same batch I last ate from. It would soon have its revenge.

Today, the Wellington Cable Car, except it’s a funicular, less stressful. Having looked at the map to find the lower end, I led Marg to where I thought it would be. I should have read the address, not just looked at where the station is. It added to the steps, and the right foot, although far from mended, is causing less pain from a standing start.

Back on Lambton Quay, into an arcade – Cable Car Lane – behold, the funicular. NZ$11.00 return, no senior discount. After – The Blue Mountains, it looked a bit tame, and short. Ah, some cosmic lighting effects in the tunnels. It’s for the children.

Kelburn was at the top, an opperchancity to survey the vista, have brunch, and visit the museum.

Another museum? Like Te Papa, free, my kind of museum.

Cable Top Eatery, it does what it says on the tin.

Portobello Creamed Mushroom Risotto, how could I not? Marg had her Salad.

Marg eats all these salads. They are rubbish compared to her now legendary, thanks to Lockdown and a certain social medium, nutty creations. The Risotto appeared modest but was filling beyond expectation. Some crossed the table, some was abandoned.

Marg disappeared into the adjacent shop of smells. One tickled her fancy.

The Cable Car Museum related the story of the construction and upgrade of the means of locomotion.

Some take the funicular up then walk down through the gardens. Having bought the return, no way, Pedro. We did the top of the park, more photos and suddenly the Kit-Kat was seeking payback. Wonderfully clean public facilities, just like what we don’t have back home.

With the Ibis seconds from Cable Car Lane, there was a quick change. The umbrella was abandoned, the Dunedin jacket collected. This could be us out for the night, it was still early afternoon.

The walk along he pier was nothing special, Marg had been running here, it’s flat. Peeps had told us Wellington is hilly, they haven’t been to Lisboa. Te Papa came into view once more. Knowing the lie of the land, the Hector excused himself once more. Then it was time for photos of the – Wellington – sign.

Mount Victoria – was on the list of places of interest. Note I have not added this to my list. OK, traditional New Zealand wooden houses, I then realised we had come this way on the Airport Bus. So much for that. Time for Coffee & Cake, and with it nearing mid Sunday afternoon, choices were restricted.

Le Ciel saw us back into the heart of the city, near Tory Street once again. Marg was unaware. Feeling somewhat empty, a slab of creamy nutty cake was ordered, and no, I’m wasn’t for sharing.

Mean Doses Taproom, nothing there to excite, ah Holland Street. Dalmuir also, this is how it is.

With Panhead so close, time to enjoy again the pleasures this Brewery has provided. Both my Hazys were aff. Hector wasn’t for staying. That did not go down well. The initial choice of seat was too close to the open door. The second was right under a heater. The third involved having to ask a chap if we could join him. I wonder what he thought when we left moments later.

Fork & Brewer, visit #2, the place was quiet.

Another Forking Hazy at 6.5%, no holding back today. A NEIPA-not, this was yellow worth a partial haze. No hops were disclosed but Citra was assumed. The IBU tasted high, this was a West Coast IPA.

I cannot say that I have not liked some of what I have encountered, it’s just the hope of finding that – special Bier – and not doing so, that frustrates. There was a bar near the hotel, as in the next block, which had a potential Hazy. This was across the street from Leuven Belgian Beer Cafe, ending the night on something familiar, European, a plan.

Google had The Featherston closing soon. Time for a quiche. The plan soon changed. Not only did I find what I’ve been looking for, the bar was not closing until much later.

Having studied the array, the choice was Occasional (?) (Martinborough Brewery, South Wairapapa, Wellington, New Zealand), an APA, the pump clip gave away no more.

The colour, it was fine: the full milkshake haze, and a yellow one at that, not the muddy gold which seems to prevail in these parts. Bloody hell! This was it, but what exactly was – it? I went up to the bar to enquire, the brewery website was giving nowt away nothing. One can only find a Bier on Untapped if you know what it is. The barmaid pointed to the board.

Juice Experiment #5, finally, – the information: a 6.5% NEIPA featuring Strata, Nelson Sauvin and Simcoe hops. Here was a veritable NEIPA, it looked like a NEIPA, tasted like a NEIPA. If it had Track or Verdant on the pump-clip, there would dispatches. I believe there were.

A second was ordered from a waitress whilst Marg was up ordering food. I was on my third when Marg had her food thinking this was still my second. So it goes.

I only found the wonder that is Future Brewing at the end of the Sydney leg of this sojourn, is this how it’s going to be?

I don’t think I was last out of Featherston, but would willingly have been so. Leuven had the tried and tested, so bog standard Belgian fayre. A Blond was not going to follow the owner which had just preceded it. Back to Sandman (Panhead), tried and tested. A come-down, back to reality, but this brewery was the favourite until ninety minutes previous. Marg had Lindemaan’s Kriek, again. Can the funds support such extravagances?

Sunday night, Marg phoned sister Marion is is the norm, except of course it was nowhere near night back in Blighty. I went up to examine the fridges. The last Bier in Wellington, was there anything remotely – Lambic?

Lambic? They’d never heard of it. Maybe just as well, let’s imagine the price. Howard would have bought it, regardless. Hi, Howard!

With a not too early rise in the morning, and in the hope of an uninterrupted night’s sleep, I took the netbook down to my spot.

Our third Ibis, and so far I had only used one of six drinks vouchers, time to rectify.

An Ibis with a choice from Panhead, and one I still hadn’t had. Rolling Stone – Nayslayer at 6.5%, a Pacific IPA, whatever that is.  A NZ-IPA with Nectaron, Eclipse, Nelson Sauvin, the taste was more West Coast despite the gold, muddy haze.  This was a good Bier.

This was definitely – a good night.

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Brewery, bars and cafes visited today:

Fork & Brewer – 20 Bond Street, Te Aro, Wellington 6011

The Featherston – Featherston Street, Wellington Central, Wellington 6011

Leuven Belgium Beer Cafe – 135-137 Featherston Street, Wellington Central, Wellington 6011

Ibis Wellington – 153 Featherston Street, Wellington Central, Wellington 6011

Cable Top Eatery – 1 Upland Road, Kelburn, Wellington 6012

 

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