In Auckland for a funeral

Well the overnight bus trip is over- thank god. It was forgettable although my so-called bed, a reclining chair, was separate and did recline somewhat, but I would never call it a bed! I got some sleep but mainly late in the morning, by which time we had arrived at the Star City Casino, on the seamy side, not on the ritzy side, so I was glad to get away from the dirt and fatigue and pretend I was a high-roller in the foyer cafe of the casino on the other side.

So a coffee and mini croissant started my day at seven a.m. and am still deciding if I'll change into my funereal robes here or at the Funeral Parlour in Dominion Road..we'll see.

It was cold and rainy when I exited the bus, freezing actually, worse than I remember it was in Wellie. So much for Auckland's warmer weather, and I was not prepared for this. Next time, if there is one, I will bring Pam's lovely throw blanket to cover me in the less than warm bus.

I wonder how the funeral will turn out, it is a big question mark...hopefully good for Pam's sake who will will be under a lot of stress and emotion.

Recovering in the bar at Star City

A lone texter...

American barman.

Russell Brand in town playing up again..

Richie meets Liz

A couple of hours to spend before the service so with a splash of male Chanel at the big department store and good directions from the charming Asian salesgirl how to catch the 258 bus to Mt. Eden, I am ready for the Indian onslaught. Pam has texted me -  she is excited and nervous, but will have it all under control. But first a visit to Auckland City Library for another coffee and some protein, soft poached eggs, to start what will doubtless be an exhausting day.

Library café

After the funeral....

At home with Pam after such a big day which was one I will remember for a long time. Pam totally organised the service and it was made even better by a selection of blues amd hip hop music which was Philip's favourite. All his Indian family were there and his parents and older brother were extremely upset and in shock at seeing the death mask of this once beloved son whom they hadn't seen for three years. It was a touching cermeony which resounded with the love Pam felt for Philip as she cared for him at least for over twelve months with his fast progressing lung cancer.

Philip's parents and favourite brother with Pam

Ezeta, the beautiful daughter with her cousins