One of the things that I was determined to do on our UK trip
was to see the All Blacks play over here. Through a NZ website linked to
AllBlacks.com, NZers can buy tickets for the games over here and be in the
section where tickets are allocated to NZ. We went for this option as it meant
that we didn’t miss out on tickets, although we realised that we would be
sitting at the end of the ground or in the corners. Not my favourite viewing
spot, but then if I simply wanted a great view, I should stay home and watch it
on the telly. Anyway, tickets sorted, on Friday night we headed to King’s Cross
station for our 6pm train to Edinburgh.
On embarking on the train we found ourselves seated in a
very lively area of the train. There was a group of Newcastle football fans who
were on their way back from Bruge. Apparently it very exciting for Newcastle to
play in Europe and so their fans went along to support. While their team
managed a 2-2 draw, they had certainly been celebrating for a bigger occasion.
At our table were Adam and Johnny, a couple of 20ish lads who were quite quiet,
and had done most of their celebrating the previous night. At the table
opposite, were Keith & Richard and Andrew & Paula. Richard was a big
guy with tattoos who doesn’t drink. It seemed that he had been the person
trying to keep them all in line on the trip. Keith was your stereotypical Geordie
40-something who had seemingly been propping up bars all the way from Bruge. He
was very amusing though. He greeted everyone around us, and made some pretty
suggestive and inappropriate comments to everyone. It was all very playful,
which was good because he was throwing around F&Cs like they were going out
of fashion, and I don’t mean fish & chips. He kept us amused for a long
time, but eventually it started to wear a bit thin. Luckily there was a spare
seat further down the carriage with some of his mates and he went and visited
them to give us some respite.
Andrew was a Scotsman, but his partner Paula grew up in
Oamaru. For those not following the story closely, that was one of the places
that Siobhan spent a period of her childhood too. While that was coincidental,
at least they weren’t neighbours and weren’t in Oamaru at the same time. This
story was the source of huge mirth for Keith, however, who was sure that they
were related through some combination of mothers and aunties. Andrew &
Paula were on their way up to Edinburgh for the rugby too. Once we passed
Newcastle and let the Newcastle lads off, another NZ guy moved seats and joined
us and we had a great chat. He was also from Wellington. By this stage we had
been on the train for 3 hours at least, and the wine was starting to take its
toll on Paula. She became a useful stand-in for Keith but not quite as funny.
While some of the comments were a bit cringe-worthy, I’d have to say that I
probably haven’t laughed so hard for a long time either. By the time we rolled
into Edinburgh at 10.30pm we were well ready to get off the train though.
Getting a taxi to Nicola’s was pretty straightforward.
Luckily she had left the pub and just made it home before us. It was good to
see her again and to catch up.
Saturday dawned bright and sunny, but there was a bit of a
dark cloud for Siobhan as she injured her ankle somehow. We are not quite sure
what was wrong with it. It wasn’t twisted or sprained, but there must have been
some sort of pinched nerve of something as it kept giving her shooting pains
when she walked – and was particularly bad going down stairs. Anyway, we
decided that we would head out and try and make the most of the great weather.
The first stop was brunch at the Dome. I’m sure we will have posted photos of
it last time we were in Edinburgh, and it really is one of the places that you
have to stop at in Edinburgh. At this time of year, it is covered in Christmas
decorations and they are really spectacular. We passed it a few times during
the day and so I have photos of the outside in different light.
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Nicola & Siobhan outside the Dome |
Inside, the decorations are even more amazing. They have an
enormous Christmas Tree which is beautifully decorated, and has thousands of
little LED lights on it. All of the pillars are wrapped with swirling wreaths
of green stuff, once again with little lights. In the wrong hands this could
have been Christmas overload and very tacky, but these guys have real style and
the result is a Christmas Wonderland. I’m starting to see what everyone is
saying about a winter Christmas being a “proper” Christmas. I’m not yet
convinced, as I think that the Christmas BBQ in fine warm weather will take
some beating. But the fact that you can turn on your Christmas lights to full
effect at 4.30pm is kinda cool.
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Green tree |
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And then it turned blue! |
We were supposed to be meeting Nicola’s friend Sarah at the
dome, but she also had a guest from London come up to watch the rugby and they
hadn’t made it up to meet us at 11. So we had lunch and then took pity on
Siobhan and caught a taxi up to the Old Town.
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With the Christmas tree at the back of the Dome |
It was nice having a wander around up here again. Last time
we were in Edinburgh they were getting the Castle ready for the Tattoo and
there was temporary grandstand seating everywhere. It was all gone and we could
take in the views all around the Castle. Because I was wearing my All Blacks
jacket, we got stopped by one of the many officials wandering around outside
the Castle asking us if we’d just seen the All Blacks. They were staying at a
hotel part way down the Royal Mile and had not long previously been wandering
out and about signing autographs. We must have just missed them, as they had
then been bussed away somewhere to watch the England v Fiji match. We were
trying to get away from this guy (who was very keen and enthusiastic about his
rugby which is great to see) when another guy in a NZ shirt turned up with a
photo. Piri, Cory and Aaron Smith had been signing autographs with fans filing
in behind them to have their picture taken with them. Aaron got called away
from the table to answer some media questions so this guy (who was wearing an
old school AB’s jersey) had asked Piri if he could sit at the table. Piri said
yes, and so this random guy got a seat at the table and people were getting
their photos taken with Cory, Piri and random guy. He was stoked though.
On the way back down the Royal Mile, Nicola said that we had
to go down on of the side-streets and get a photo of something. As Siobhan’s
ankle was giving her grief, Nicola and I went and got the photo, while Siobhan
headed into a shop as it was starting to spit to rain. When we came back from
getting the photo, Siobhan was lining up the purchase of a rather nice green
corduroy jacket. We had barely been gone 5 mins and she had had a shopping
frenzy.
We then headed a bit further down the road to The Real Mary
King’s Close. It is an underground tour that shows how the Old Town has
developed over the years. Unfortunately, instead of showing you the layer of
building upon building, where new buildings have been built on top of others,
they have come up with a story involving people and ghosts to keep people
entertained. There is a smattering of history in there too, but not enough for
my liking. Instead the whole thing was really dimly lit so you couldn’t see
much, except for the occasional dodgy mannequin diorama which was either a
murder or something to do with the plague. The only redeeming feature was that
our tour was led by a Sarah Michelle Gellar look-alike, who had a really cool
Irish accent.
After the tour, it was really quite wet outside and getting
dark. At 4pm. So we grabbed another taxi back to the Dome in the hope of
catching up with Sarah (Nic’s friend – not the Sarah Michelle Gellar
look-alike). Everyone had that idea though, and there was a lengthy queue to
get in. We decided to go next door instead, although briefly saw Sarah and
decided to meet up before the rugby for lunch on Sunday.
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Daylight |
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Getting darker...4pm |
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Fully dark - not long after 5pm |
At The Dirty Martini
Bar in Le Monde Hotel, we had a couple of cocktails which was a nice way to
warm up against the cold. Seeing as Siobhan didn’t have any cocktails to numb
the pain in her ankle, we had to get another taxi back to Nicola’s.
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The Le Monde Hotel next to the Dome |
We left
Siobhan there and went to get some beer and ingredients so that I could make
quiche for dinner. I made it for Nic when we were last up there and apparently
she’s been raving about it ever since. Nic’s flatmate, Danni, had been promised
that I would make quiche since early in the week, and even in the brief time
when we met Sarah, she told me that I had to go home and cook quiche otherwise
the girls would be disappointed. We got the ingredients and went to this little
boutique beer and wine shop. It cracked me up to see Tui in their World Beer
section. A little taste of home. I couldn’t bring myself to buy it though. We
also got some really runny brie and some smoky cheese at the cheese shop just
up the road, so we had something to snack on while I exercised my culinary
skills.
Back at Nic’s the quiche got safely made and the cheese was
delicious. We had an interesting evening sitting around watching music videos
on YouTube.
Sunday dawned a bit Groundhog Day, being brilliantly fine
again. This was a pleasant surprise after the rainy previous evening. As Nic
and Danni had said that they weren’t getting up until 10 at the earliest, we
got up and I went and got coffee. There was a great little café that has opened
up about 100 metres from Nicola’s flat called Peter’s Yard. It made great
coffee and looked to have a range of great organic food. But I didn’t get any
of that as Nic was making us porridge. With a spurtle. Apparently, “spurtle” is
Scottish for “stick”. Instead of using a wooden spoon to stir the porridge, the
Scots use a stick. I couldn’t complain too much though, as it was great
porridge. Not sure if this was due to the spurtle but it was nice anyway.
After trying to get hold of Sarah about where to meet up for
lunch, we decided to head into the train station to drop off our bags. The
interweb had said that you could leave you bags there for £7
a bag. While a bit steep, it was probably cheaper than getting a taxi back to
Nic’s after the game and then getting the taxi to take us to the train station.
The only thing that the interweb didn’t tell you about was the really long
queue for people wanting to drop off bags. It looked like their busiest day for
a long time. Once the bags were dropped off, we went and had some lunch giving
up on meeting Sarah. She texted apologising during lunch. Apparently they had
gone out on Saturday night and not got back until 4am. We’d have struggled to
make lunch if we’d been out until then too.
We then headed to Princes Street and caught the bus to
Murrayfield. There were a number of kiwis on the bus and it was already a good
atmosphere. The Stadium was pretty huge and impressive as we were walking
towards it. And the crowd was pretty sizeable too. Murrayfield holds nearly 70,000
and that is a lot of people when they are converging on one place. It was easy
getting in though. No bag search or anything. And when we got in there, they
sell beer in glass bottles. Given the stories you see about football fans, they
clearly have a different standard of supporter for rugby. Or maybe it is just
that most of them are supporting Scotland. Most of the banter from the Scottish
fans was how much the All Blacks were going to win by, and then hoping for
either some sublime All Blacks play or for Scotland to put up a fight.
Our seats weren’t as bad as I expected. A number of people
had said that there isn’t a bad seat in Murrayfield and I think that they are
right. While I like watching rugby from between the 22 and halfway, we were
sitting in the corner of the ground. But it was great seeing the All Blacks run
out onto the field and do the haka. The national anthems were a real contrast –
they had no one leading them, and so the NZ one had started before anyone
really knew and it was a bit subdued and confused with some people singing in
Maori and some in English. And we only got one verse. But when the Scottish
anthem started, the whole Stadium erupted in song and it was great to hear and
feel. They are really passionate about their rugby up here.
The game was a bit average really. We looked like a team
that had made 10 changes to its starting line-up from the last outing. Some of
the combinations didn’t gel as well as we have come to expect. And the opening
try was scored by Scotland. Their backs were lurking in our backline and took
an intercept to score. Hard to blame them, the Scots backs weren’t getting
great ball from their forwards, but Dan Carter’s pass really put them away.
Normal transmission resumed after that, with Israel Dagg, Cory Jane and Andrew
Hore all scoring tries. The second half finished with the Scots hot on attack
though, and denied a try by the video ref. It was tough to call but I would
have given it to them. The ref played a penalty advantage though, and they
tapped and ran and scored anyway. It was good seeing them giving us a real go.
I expected that our defence would be too much for them and that they wouldn’t
get through. When the Scots came out after halftime and scored again, I was
starting to get a little nervous. We were playing very average – basic errors –
kicks out on the full etc, and Adam Thompson was sent to the bin for rucking
someone’s head. It didn’t look very inadvertent to me – but at least the ball
came out from very close to there – it might be the only thing that saves him
in front of the judiciary. That is if he survives his meeting with the coaching
team first as Mr Hansen did not appear very impressed at all when they showed
him on the big screen.
Anyway, we won 51-22.
We didn’t deserve to put 50 points on them – they played really well. We
didn’t play all that well yet managed to score 50 points – I guess that says
something too.
On leaving the ground Siobhan’s foot wasn’t that much
better, but the buses were nowhere to be seen. A policeman told us that it
would be quicker to walk than to go to where the buses were going from. So we
walked towards the Haymarket station. Once there, the queues were so long that
we decided to carry on on-foot as standing waiting for a train would likely be
worse. The good thing was that not far up the road we got yet another taxi and made
it to the train station. This was all good and we got onto the train without
any problems.
Our coach seemed to be largely full of contented kiwis heading
back to London after a long weekend. And it was very peaceful until we stopped
at Newcastle and some old Geordie gits got on the train. On Friday they were
funny. Late Sunday afternoon / evening they are not. And we had to put up with
them right through to London. We got
into King’s Cross at 10.45 and then had to catch the tube to Waterloo and then
get the train to Woking. While we had had another really great weekend, the
final twist of fate was that one of the old Geordie gits was on our train back
to Woking. At least he just acknowledged us and went and sat in another
carriage. We got home just after midnight for a very long day.