First attendance of a civil service to commemorate those in Gallipoli and to remember everyone else who serves was a warming experience in the surroundings of the heartland at Waimauku. Between the march and the laying of wreaths, I held the ship's camera with responsibility of snapping significant points in the ceremony. Little did I know how to operate it, little did I know about its faulty electronics (?!) and little do I know of the produce of whatever was able to be captured. Hopefully something was salvageable. Still, I liked being able to move in and out around the crowd. (the photos I managed were iPhone ones)
I think the warmest part of it all was talking to people who were in war and hearing their tales. One the way to the loo, a man called out to me in what I heard as intelligible but later discovered was Cantonese. For all the time he had spent in Hong Kong and after all these years, wow. I, the dummy wasn't expecting it and so I couldn't comprehend it but later on, for the most part, we understood each other very well.
It's something else, meeting someone that carries these tales and who refers to places in names I once read about but are no longer referred to as such. Even so, the ounces of humour sandwiches the seriousness and we connect as humans.
A certain Gordon I met said, " Last night, I found a group of mushrooms in the shape of a circle. I stood right in the middle of it and made a wish! I wished that I'd meet two beautiful ladies and now I have! Hahahahahaha."
I had not heard of these magical mushrooms in a circle and thought it funny! Old people are so cute! I know, I should use a better term than 'old people' but hey, they're people and yeah (: Interesting.
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