History in the making in NZ’s far north
Dad was keen to get home when we did so that he could go to a reunion of ex-Vietnam servicemen. These events happen every couple of years or so and are well supported by many veterans who enjoy the opportunity to catch up with men they served alongside more than 40 years ago.
Mum has always gone to these events and in recent years, my brother and I have tagged along for parts as well. Kyle and I have always been interested in this segment of dad’s life, with early memories of looking through the photo albums and slides of his time in South East Asia. I visited Vietnam three years ago and went to the area where the Kiwis had predominantly been based and am part way through recounting that trip in this blog.
Anyhoo… the reunion this time was to be held in the Bay of Islands in Northland. Of particular significance, the memorial parade and service on Sunday would be held on the Waitangi Treaty Grounds; only the second time a unit had been invited to march there.
Waitangi is one of the most significant places in NZ being where the country as it is today was in a sense ‘born’. In 1840, members of the British Crown, together with more than 500 Maori chiefs, signed a treaty which ultimately gave Britain sovereignty over NZ and retained certain rights for Maori. It has been the subject of endless controversy and debate since. Waitangi is where the initial signatures were gathered.
A few months out it was confirmed that dad and Kyle would go to the reunion as mum would still be overseas. I wanted to be there for Sunday morning and so I secretly plotted. It coincided with the time Mike and I would be in Auckland and was a doable deviation to the north. Luckily Mike was keen, so I moved our flights out by half a day and booked a rental car.
Fast forward to Auckland. We hit the road in our small underpowered car late Saturday avo for the 3 hour drive north. My stamina was poor (we’ll blame jetlag and birthday indulgences) and I had to hand the wheel to Mike part way lest I drove us off the road. We arrived in Paihia in darkness. This area is a big holiday destination and it was a shame we wouldn’t be around to enjoy it for long.
In the morning we had to leave quite early. At least it was daylight and the pies we found on the way for breakfast went down a treat.
Once parked, we joined a ragtag procession of others up the road to where the veterans were assembling for the walk onto the Waitangi grounds. It wasn’t long before I saw the large form of my father. He soon looked over and did a bit of a double take when he saw me. Surpriiise! A good surprise – I think.
Mike and I went through to the vast lawn area and soon saw the large form of my brother. After the usual brotherly-sisterly greetings and put-downs we wandered around and waited for proceedings to start.
After formalities concluded they assembled for group photos (eventually; it had the appearance of cats being herded). We caught up with dad though not for long as we had to get going. I exchanged a final insult of endearment with my brother, and we left, walking back across the grounds and down beside the beach. Here we were able to catch up with the Iriquois.
Undoubtedly these machines are one of the enduring icons of the Vietnam War and probably quite amazingly they’re still operational in NZ today. They are gradually on the way out though. At an airshow in March we had the opportunity to see the machine that will eventually be replacing them.
The final activity before heading south was a lunch date with my dear friend Janice, who moved to the area with her husband some years ago. By coincidence we had planned to meet at a cafe very nearby.
So it was a very rewarding side trip. And a few hours later, after the drive back to Auckland and the short flight to Wellington, after five weeks of being away, I was home.
This is a lovely blog and a special way to end your trip. The photos are fantastic and so nice to see one of your Dad and offspring. I am blown away too to see the photo of yourself and me there too thank you so much for your kind words and photo.
I have enjoyed all your blogs and look forward to more, no doubt you have lots of adventures up your sleeve.
You probably weren’t expecting to see yourself! Thank you for YOUR very kind words, it means a great deal. I can’t believe it took me five months to finish writing up the trip (work gets much of the blame there) and I have a big backlog of other stuff to work through. And yes, new adventures in the pipeline! x
Fantastic way to commemorate – love the moody sea picture
Thanks, I was really pleased to have made it there for dad. And it was quite stunning the way the fog sat over the harbour but not the land.
well the weather certainly cooperated!! Even the fog pic is fabulous.
Yep I did have a good run of fantastic weather there for a while! Thank you.
My disapppointment of missing accompanying Dad to this reunion (in such a special place in what turmed out to be such stunning weather) was compensated by knowing that Kyle was with him for it all, and that you and Mike were putting in a ‘surprise appearance’. Good on ya!!!! PS will miss the regular blogs of the UK/Turkey trip. They have been fabulous, both text and photos.
Beautiful photos and post!
Thanks so much!
It all worked out pretty well. I would certainly like to keep you furnished with blog posts from faraway travels but, well, I need a few more months of the day job first. Darn it.
Hayley, this was such an interesting post with great photos. I, too, have a fascination with the Vietnam War era (it’s the teacher in me since I taught a literature unit on Vietnam to high school students). At any rate, it’s always good for Americans to learn that other countries in addition to Vietnam and the US were affected and scarred by that war. Thanks for sharing and thanks so much for stopping by and following Travel Oops! Steph
Thank you, fantastic to get your comment. I found your blog via Lottie Nevin via Global From Home, and it instantly appealed – look forward to keeping up with it!
I’m looking forward to your blog as well, Hayley — thanks for the kind words! 🙂 Steph