
Ross’ Ramblings – Saudi Arabia, A Different Kind of Place – Part 1
When I started working at Coromandel Outdoor Language Centre in 1990, I knew very little about Saudi Arabia, except that it had a lot of oil and a lot of sand.

When I started working at Coromandel Outdoor Language Centre in 1990, I knew very little about Saudi Arabia, except that it had a lot of oil and a lot of sand.

I grew up in a small town called Tokoroa. A town built on pine forestry, farming and sustained by a pulp mill. Conservation and nature was not a key part of the local culture.

When I first met Murray Rainey, aka Muzza, what struck me wasn’t just his elegant, well-balanced pottery.

Some places just get things right. Atmosphere, top service, delicious food, and something to keep everyone entertained. The Aviator in Thames is one of those places.

The faulty fluorescent light of the laundromat in the town of Waihī buzzed like an angry fly, casting a flickering glow on the worn-out linoleum.

When I started working at Coromandel Outdoor Language Centre in 1990, I knew very little about Saudi Arabia, except that it had a lot of oil and a lot of sand.

I grew up in a small town called Tokoroa. A town built on pine forestry, farming and sustained by a pulp mill. Conservation and nature was not a key part of the local culture.

When I first met Murray Rainey, aka Muzza, what struck me wasn’t just his elegant, well-balanced pottery.

Some places just get things right. Atmosphere, top service, delicious food, and something to keep everyone entertained. The Aviator in Thames is one of those places.

The faulty fluorescent light of the laundromat in the town of Waihī buzzed like an angry fly, casting a flickering glow on the worn-out linoleum.