I grew up in Dunedin, we had a lovely home in St Claire two streets back from the beach, and I had a wonderful misspent youth, surfing and being a member of the surf club. When I left school, I decided to pursue a farming career, however, things changed after I had a motor vehicle accident — that altered my outlook on life and I decided to go to Queenstown, to look for the joy in the moment. As I'm a people person, I thought hospitality looked interesting and it was there I fell into tourism and I never looked back.
Queenstown was a trip back then with a permanent population of around 900. After a few years, I moved to Australia as a trainee with Koala Motor Inns, going through all the departments when I was offered a job at The Excelsior Hotel in Hong Kong. It was the days of Olivia Newton John and we'd roll up at Kai-tak Airport at midnight in our platform shoes and bell-bottoms. We're put in the back of the latest Mercedes Benz and whipped through the harbour tunnel to Causeway Bay. On arrival, the striking 6ft 6in, doorman who opens the car door is wearing a beautiful red tunic, black boots, white trousers, he opens the car doors and into opulence we went. The lobby is massive, there are 800 rooms, 10 to 12 food and beverage outlets, a supper club, shopping arcade, dentist, doctor, you never needed to leave.
The Excelsior was the first hotel in Hong Kong to get revolving doors and when we put them in, there was a queue of people a couple of kilometres long all lined up, wanting to come through the revolving doors.
On our day off, sometimes we'd catch a ferry and go to Lantau Island. In those days you could lie on the beach all day covered in baby oil and not worry about it. Or we'd go to the casino on Macau, lose all our money and use our passes to get back on the hydrofoil. Working six-day weeks, you made the most of your day off.
Next stop was The Regent Pattaya in Thailand.