Knit One, Hug One …
My dad was head waiter at the Chateau Tongariro, now called the Grand Chateau (so I’m told) in the mid fifties having worked his way up through the ranks from bellhop! I’ve been to NZ twice, once in January, once in September, and still never seen the tops of the mountains due to cloud cover! Dad was there for a Ruapehu eruption, a photo of which hangs in mum’s lounge room. He was also there for the Christmas Eve train disaster in 1953.
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