Arriving in New Plymouth at lunchtime was a real treat, the sun was
shining and it was actually warm. A short ride to the digs and it was
out into town, only 4 hours to kick off and some serious pre match to
Was I in Wales I thought as the streets, shops and drinking
establishment were all dressed up and it looked and felt like
The Taranaki ground was in superb condition and with an almost full
house the game got under way. The biggest cheer of the night was from
all supporters for the try from Namibia, the rest of the game was one
sided Namibia having a tough game only 4 days ago against the Welsh, a
week off did not help their cause, but fair play to them they never
gave up despite the score line and at the end of the game they were
awarded their World Cup medals.
Following that they did a lap of honour and many fans stayed on and
gave them a rousing farewell (richly deserved).
Anyway back into town for a beer or two and to “The Crowded House Bar”
well it should be renamed “The Rammed pub” as it was full from end to
end as were all the bars; locals, Namibian and Welsh all partying.
Then dawned the morning after, the town was dead at 10:00 am with just
an occasional fan to be seen (probably on his way home). A quick 14k
bike ride round the coastal walkway (with a wave structure similar to
that suggested at one time for our Marine Drive) and we were ready for
a late lunch followed by an even later tea in what has now become a
ghost town. The only sight to be seen on New Plymouth High Street is a
camper van with French supporters cooking a late meal.
The caravan moves to Hamilton for the next instalment at the week end
but we are having a couple of extra days in New Plymouth (a really nice