RedBull Racing of Homemade Vehicles, New Zealand, 2011

In Auckland, if there is some event at weekends, the whole town gather to see it. It happened this way on the day of a RedBull race in the central park Auckland Domain. That piece of fun was zany in a boyish way: the participants were to race down a winding road. They were encouraged by loud cries of narrators and by the undivided attention of judges.

Not all the racing cars happened to be reliable and some of them safely fell to pieces on sharp turns. The participants willing to make a jump from a low jumping-place got additional points from perfectly mild judges. The day was fine and warm, and it was rather intriguing to go to the park for a walk, the more so because there was a good reason for that.

I spread my face with sun creme, took the 50 mm portrait lens and went to take pictures of ordinary Kiwi people being out for a good time in Indian summer. In Auckland it was still warm: +22° C during the day time. And it was even hotter in the sun. The sun is quite hot here in New Zealand because of much talked-about ozone holes.

It is a city museum on the top of the hill in the largest town park Auckland Domain.

A local producer of the most tasty and useful burgers of all harmful ones produced under the name of BurgerFuel provided purple rugs for the event, which were fastened to the ground for the guests of the show to sit. Everything happening on the racing route was broadcast on a big display.

The main race sponsor was the RedBull company. So alcohol was replaced by energy drinks. It is highly prohibited to have a drink in the park as well as in the rest of the town places.

Those who didn’t get the places on purple rugs sat right on the grass.

A little brown bag and a small sample of a New Zealand fashion which, as many of newcomers believe,   doesn’t exist at all.

All the matter is in magic stripes. To see what was happening in the start the spectators had to rise to the tips of their toes.

Any work, even if it connected to the super expensive equipment and a million of buttons and sliders, may become a fixed routine. Again and again I see that fucked out face expression of audio men and video operators.

As you can guess, a purple color is a company’s color of BurgerFuel. The name of the company one can read at the breast of an attractive promo girl in purple glasses. 

In the foreground there is a roadster, which is the main kind of transport for many and many Auckland townsmen. One can cycle almost to every place in Auckland. Of course I have got a driver’s license but I still use my pedal “horse” on every possible occasion. 

A wheeled green coffin was a racing apparatus in the form of a Whiffle. Being steady and fast, it made a good jump from the jumping-off place and got additional points.

Even on an overcast day one can get solar burns, become pretty swelled and, as a result, considerably upset.

A grey-haired operator of New Zealand TV.

A racing car in the form of Mt. Taranaki. It fell to pieces closer to the end of the racing route.

No huge TV set with humorous narrators along the route, so people were generally bored when they were waiting for every next participant to appear.

I am not a great fan of horror-film series “Scream” and I can’t say for sure what exactly that vehicle resembles.

The masked man toppled over on the very turn where I took the photo. He was picked by rescuers who came by a car with yellow flashers.

A new fashion of the year – glasses with colored reflective surface. Don’t know about you but I liked them.

Being a person who spends most of the time in the semidarkness of enclosed spaces I feel awful discomfort when go out without dark glasses.

A very fast racing car in the form of a green carrot. If some of you, who have visited the event, remember what it was, please, write in comments.

In conclusion I will show a portrait of an unknown boy picked out of the crowd at random, the portrait lens was used according to its intended purpose.

Other details of the event you can read on the RedBull site. Here you can read of a ‘wonderful’ RedBull-diet which helped a 23-year-old girl to loose weight from 105 kg up to 60 kg. Just 10-14 cans of energy drink plus a handful of honey chips a day and (oh, wonder!) your appetite is almost lost! Of course she has now great problems with health. Well, sure she is a girl of considerable intelligence. I want to remind you that in Norway, Denmark, and Uruguay the RedBull products are prohibited as addictive and harmful.

 

Пятимерные Россия и Новая Зеландия

Здесь в Окленде, общаясь со знакомыми и близкими, я нередко наталкиваюсь на стены непонимания, которые с годами (а уж скоро шесть лет будет, как я не живу в России) всё сложнее обойти. Многие моменты, которые в России кажутся нормой, извне выглядят, как, даже извиняться не буду, полный пиздец.

Не люблю метаться от рассказов бабушек на завалинке до перепостов новостных сайтов и интерпретаций политической «аналитики» любой полярности. Очень давно хотелось найти упрощённую схему, которая бы с некоторой — достаточной лично для меня — степенью правдивости описывала различия в культурах стран. Чтобы можно было на всякие ужасы и глупости отвечать: «Это очевидно, у них же в стране M-фактор зашкаливает». Одним параметром обойтись не получилось, нашлось пять.

В книге об истоках гиперуспеха Outliers: The Story of Success Малколм Глэдуэлл упомянул пятимерную систему голландского социолога Герта Хофстеде. Чтобы разобраться, как лучше настроить процессы в глобальной компании IBM, он в далёких восьмидесятых на основе данных шестидесятых (116 человек прошли тестирование) предложил совокупность показателей, определяющих культурные характеристики различных народов. По мнению Герта эти характеристики позволяют эффективнее управлять подразделениями компании в разных концах света. За тридцать лет список стран и количество опрошенных многократно увеличилось.

Показатели метрик социолога из Нидерландов очень хорошо легли на моё субъективное восприятие реальностей России и Новой Зеландии. В продолжении поста вы найдёте много текста на эту тему. Повторюсь, всё нижеописанное не плохо, и не хорошо, но лишь показывает насколько здесь другая планета.

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Злой рок-н-ролл с документами

Здесь в Окленде последняя иммигрантская волна шумит, обсуждая изменения в схеме привоза родителей в Новую Зеландию. Приятная новость для тех, кто любит обсасывать тему «закручивания гаек» злыми иммиграционными службами цивилизованных стран.

Буквально пару недель назад на официальном сайте immigration.govt.nz появилась новость, мол, меняем правила переезда родителей в Новую Зеландию. Никто не ожидал, что буквально через неделю они вступят в действие.

Одним из поводов для этого послужило исследование, показавшее, что многие родители не говорят по-английски и плохо вписываются в культурный фон иммигрантской страны; что — в той же категории, но в обратной схеме — 66% взрослых детей, приехавших к живущим в Новой Зеландии родителям, за полтора года не удосужились найти работу и сидят на пособии. Лавочку со взрослыми детьми, кстати, закрыли сразу. Для остального ввели новые условия: что-то добавили, что-то отменили.

Раньше взрослым детям-спонсорам и их родителям можно было заполнить формы, показать медицинскую справку, милицейскую справку, родство и доходы, подождать полтора-два года и покупать билеты. Небыстрый, но гарантированный способ перетягивания предков под бок. Кроме этого работали правила «центра гравитации«: если, например, в России у меня живёт взрослый брат, то это ещё позволяет мне вызвать родителей, но если два брата/сестры — то уже фик. Английский сдавать не требовалось, предпочтений по доходам спонсора не было.

Теперь ситуация немного другая.

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Hobbiton, New Zealand, 2012

Hobbiton is the very place where The Lord of the Rings and Hobbit movies were shot.

I took pictures of the home of Bilbo Baggings against the sun and brought together parts of three pictures, the obtained colors don’t look natural but this way it is even more like in a fairy-tale.

Peter Jackson liked one of the farms in New Zealand because there were no traces of civilization. So the Americans bought the central part of the farm and built there Hobbiton town that consisted of forty houses-holes, the most part of which being just dummies. When The Lord of the Rings was made the sets were dismantled leaving behind only gaping holes in place of doors upon a hillside. In course of The Hobbit’s making, the number of sets multiplied up many times and was left that way to entertain tourists

The American landowners hired farm workers to look after the garden, bees, sheep and other living creatures which naturally inhabit Hobbiton. There is a rather big cafe with a signboard “Hobbiton” at the road, and a bus goes right from the cafe several times a day . A small town is cozily located at the bottom land near a lake. No signs of modern civilization are seen around. 

I started printing something but isn’t it easier to describe pictures? All the more so because I’ve taken half a thousand of them on that day. Below in the post, there are pictures and comments to them. 

At the approaches to Hobbiton there are sheep and hills everywhere, which is a rather usual picture for New Zealand. 

Welcome to Hobbiton!

Tourists are given some combined feed for tame sheep. Sheep are soft like a carpet. One can pay some money and see how sheep are cut, or bottle feed little ones with milk. That’s a dull part.

The same picture is outside the cafe’s window: hills and sheep, sheep and hills.

It seems that a photo on the cafe’s wall makes a hint: it will be interesting, that is how the holes of real hobbits look.

This is, in fact, a view of the cafe “The Shire’s Rest”.

A noisy woman-guide organizes tourists. The bus will be soon and everybody will go deep into the farm — to Shire.

A New Zealand farm: fields, sheep and cows.

Bus, go forward, the stop is in Hobbiton. (It is a rephrased part of a Soviet patriotic song, “Our train, rush forward! Our stop is in the Commune…)”

On approaching Shire one can see multiple restrictive signs. It is prohibited to leave trash, climb into the holes, touch and take (steal) things. The fence is under tension (well, for sheep, of course), but the current rushes are quite telling.  

There’s, there’s a hole of my dream! Most part of Hobbits’ holes are simply dummies. There is nothing inside, or just enough place for actors of some particular scene, or for a film crew member to shoot it. Most doors are just doors leading nowhere.

A small garden. It is evident that hobbits lived very simple, poor life. The farm workers look after the gardens. Butterflies fly about and it smells like in a forest.

In the distance there one can discern other holes. The house of Bilbo is on the top of the hill under a branchy tree.

There in the bushes, awaiting for feedstuffs, cut sheep hide being afraid of everything.

Houses of hobbits are admirably nice. We were discussing the practicality of round doors for a long time. Another point for the discussion was a doorknob-beetle in the center of the door. It is a solely decorative thing, isn’t it? That’s the way I see it.

Those who have read Tolkien’s books carefully know that the drawings on mail boxes reflect the owner’s profession. About 30% of Hobbiton’s visitors have never read the books, and never watched the films either. There’re statistics like that.

A great amount of details around the holes was really to my liking. All those brooms, baskets, benches, jars, bottles produced outward appearances of a village style of living, where everything is meant to be for one’s own home and for one’s own family.

A classic hole of a Hobbit. Pay attention to window dummies at the distance. One can discern there curtains and some large dusty bottles.

These are the details I was talking about: so many things are put on the window and, what is more surprising, behind the window too.

More jars and vessels and a figured window in the door. Each door, each hole, each hobbit house is unique and reflects the character of the owner. The decorators had real fun here.

In the distance, behind the lake there is a town center and a windmill. Tourists are not allowed to go there: it is a new filming site or sort of that. The bridge was designed and built by military men. Somehow the fact became a special pride of the place.

The lake’s view with clouds’ reflection.

The Hobbiton’s view across the lake. This view may be in a new film, so remember the angle.

The time of our visit to the place was not the best one so at some moments I had to take pictures against the sun. I took a lot of triplets and when later I was bringing them together I had to dim lights and lengthen shadows. Well, I got what I got. Yes, it is the very thing which is usually called “HDR”.

The same hill nearby.

 

Fishing village. While filming, one could see there fishing rods, smoke coming out of chimneys, drying laundry and fish. It was one of the most busy streets of Hobbiton.

Peter Jackson was sure that when there was no wind the smooth lake surface used to transform into a mirror. So I took many pictures of such early morning beauty.

The outskirts of the town, sheep on the hills. In accordance with the book, the actors were traveling here for four days. But in fact it is only five minutes from the physical center of the town.  Magic of a cut.

All the pictures, which are meant to gain the favor of readers tired of instagrammas, can be clicked. In the enlarged version of any picture one can see more details. And again I admire the decorators’ work.

One of the views of Bilbo Baggings’ home (under the tree). The door of the hole can be opened, and there is enough place inside just for four people. As for the tree it is absolutely artificial and to make it has costed more than a million dollars. According to the book Bilbo lived under the tree but there was no tree on the top of the hill.

And again we are taking a good look at the details near the holes.

 

This is a wood yard next to a smithy. Have you noticed anything special next to the ax? Tah-dah! That is it, the Ring. It was brought to Hobbiton by fans from England.

As they said the ring was becoming heavier and heavier when they were flying up to New Zealand. This elderly couple was happy to have their photo in a movie set.

 

Gardeners are good: houses are not overgrown with grass, flowers bloom, butterflies fly.

Window glass is not even, flower cases are painted in the corners. If it were not for the guide’s hurrying I would have hung there for a longer period of time to carefully view the designers’ work.

A house with a yellow door. In one of such holes there were utility services responsible for  lighting, smoke out of chimneys and many other things meant to enliven the set. As I promised, here it is – a butterfly “in-person”.

 

A wine red door, neatly arranged firewood in a tub and growing sunflower under the feet.  Very nice.

A huge tree, under which hobbits were happily frisking about in the first parts of The Lord of the Rings movie.

A roadway marker. Lichen grows very slowly if you remember the fact from the school course of biology. Moss and other traces of aging on the wooden parts of the scenery has been, as I see it, a special task of designers. Looks great!

That is the most popular and famous house in Hobbiton – the main one. This is the place where Bilbo Baggings lived, and where Gandolf happened to drop in.

It really looks like in the photo on the cafe’s wall. The organizers of the entertainment got it right. No kidding!

Hamilton Hot Air Balloon Show, 2012

Aeronautics-lovers gather in Hamilton once a year, they are professionals and those who are just keen on aeronautics. The event’s name is “Balloons over Waikato”. The word  “Waikato” may be not clear to you, actually it is the Maori name of the place. Last year there was a strong wind during the event, and the balloons were carried away in the direction of the river. As chance would have it, we were late, and were stuck in the morning traffic hold-up in Hamilton (!).

This time it turned out much better. We left early, came in time and viewed the whole show from balloonists’ (a really beautiful word) briefing until the very moment when the balloons’ got beyond the horizon.

To continue with what has been said please view five dozens of pictures with comments below. They are interesting, you will like them. 

Before dawn, around five-thirty in the morning, the show participants gathered on an artificially illuminated glade. 

Some brought gas apparatuses in trailers, others used carriages to deliver them to the place of the event.

The signs with the balloons’ photos posted about and the table on the information display showed to the participants their arrangement on the glade and the priorities established.

This is a logo of the annual festival “Balloons over Waikato”.

After a short briefing, and analyzing of the weather report and a wind rose, it was commanded to unload the balloon gondolas.

As one of the organizers have noted, the New Zealand festival is one of few places in the world where one can freely observe the launching process of hot air balloons. It has been emphasized that there is no such possibility in the USA. Perhaps it is an important information.

All gas apparatuses are to be tested before the launch. A masculine activity.

In the center of the glade there was set a radio cabin to broadcast the show.

That guy proposed to burn gas “on-camera” and was really pleased with the result.

The day was breaking and people both old and young started gathering on the glade.

As for this “brutal Gandolf” I planned to keep it for one of the posts on any of the following themes: “Russia is shit”, “There is no God”, “Mortgage for louts”.

Gondolas are being transported about the ground.

Spectators started to spread checkered blankets for picnics across the grass.

That’s how a hot air balloon looks when folded.

It was dawning. The first to take the air were professionals: the companies providing tourist services. Three quarters of an hour cost 300 NZD

The inscription on the orange trailer is “An egg a day is now OK”. The fact is New Zealanders watch the cholesterol level. Doctors recommend to eat not more than a dozen of eggs a week. Perhaps there even exist some low cholesterol eggs which are “harmless”. A ready advertising hot air balloon looks this way.

After the sun rose the television screw from Morning News  came.

Hot air balloon show is a family holiday.

Hot air balloons, even being semi-inflated, are really huge structures and an awfully ineffective  transportation.

For the balloon cupola not to be moved by an accidental wind gust and the flame not to burn a hole into the balloon’s shell, one of the crew members usually holds the balloon by the rope tied to the top of it.

I liked that a single man was able to hold that huge construction with wonderful ease.

One by one the balloons took a vertical position.

The moment, when an enormous balloon stops being a shriveled cover and starts gaining the shape, can be compared in effectiveness with the moment of taking-off.

As I have already mentioned the spectators were allowed to observe the process in the immediate vicinity with the air vehicles. 

The balloon with a nice inscription “hamilton” was the first to take the air.

This is one of my favorite photos in this report.

It is very important to watch the shell’s thin material not to be melted by the flame.

The person in the orange vest on the left is holding a fan to inflate the balloon’s shell which is still “lifeless”.

It seems to me that “web-marketing” in the Ultrait company brings in good return. More than thirty balloons participated in the show in 2012. Every year the organizers promise more participants, higher flights and more powerful balloons.

 

The very moment when a balloon is to be hold because it has already risen but has not tear-shaped yet.

A Kiwi guy with a mustache is watching the process of hot-air-balloons’ launching.

 

Pilots, one by one, take the air in their aircrafts.

The shape of the balloon on the left is a kiwi-shape (it’s with its back to you). The balloon on the right, as you see, is a kangaroo. And for some reason it is in mittens. The loudspeaker’s voice said that it was the first launch of that huge balloon, and that such balloons were very hard to make.

There is enough room in the sky. We didn’t have even the slightest feeling that the balloons could collide. But half a year ago, in January 2011, while landing, a balloon hooked a power line, caught fire and crashed down. 11 people were killed in that awful tragedy. No one survived.

If we don’t dramatize the event it’s spectacular.

 

A small-sized balloon of a single pilot was the last to take the air. There, in the right hand corner, you can see a kiwi-balloon facing the camera.

Over a period of one hour all the balloons left the take-off area and vanished into thin air. Especially skilled balloonists promised to get back by means of their balloonist’s intuition.

I hope you’ve liked my photo report and believe it to be interesting enough to share it with your friends. Thanks.