When I stepped out of the plane at Wellington airport in February 1973, I was greeted by a cold wind, my first taste of Windy Wellington. Inside the airport terminal, I was greeted by Susan, the overseas student coordinator. She made me feel most welcome on my first day there.
Over the course of the next 4 years at Victoria University, I remember with great fondness and nostalgia the fellow Kiwi students that I travelled with to Mt Ruapehu for our ski trip in after a 3-month training course at the Uni Gym. I will never forget Alan and Bob, our Gym instructors, Alice, Brian and everyone who helped me when I fractured my left ankle on the last day.