Thursday 17th April delivered most savage gusty winds which shook the very roots of the trees and moved most of the autumn leaves through a couple of continents. And with such powerful winds comes the inevitable – trees being uprooted and causing damage to the mains power cables – and darkness.
A phone call the the power utility company does not yield promising results, the automated announcement confirms that they are aware that the power is down for the Ngatiawa region of Reikorangi (that’s us), as well as at least another six districts. It’s a long weekend and so much outdoor work in inclement weather (and darkness) is bound to take time -- they cannot say how long the blackout will last.
We have no lights, no cooking, no water (it has to be pumped from the outside tank), no television, no radio. What can I say? Everyone retires fairly early, hoping that power will be restored by morning.
Saturday morning is windless. In fact the ever-so-slight breeze is ever-so-slightly warm. But no power. With the able assistance of Brynn, Jeanette prepares an alfresco “Easter” breakfast. Hot cross buns toasted on the barbie, boiled eggs (on the barbie gas cooker), yoghurt and steaming cofee (made on the barbie)
(Above): It is such a perfect morning, so the egg part of the weekend is only due much later, but forms part of the decor for the Good Friday breakfast, although purists will argue against this.
(Above): Gone are the days of those huge indulgent eggs – these are regular-sized good chocolate hanging colourfully from the African wire tree.
(Above): I am not sure whether this is a Kiwi practice, but hot cross buns are toasted here (and have been available in the shops for more than a month already).
(Above): The table is laid and the prepared breakfast is ready. Come on, guys. Before the eggs get cold!
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