Jeremy Black tells Elisabeth Easther about skiing, surfing, crocodiles and luxury hotels.
My father used to run the Rydges Hotel in Queenstown so I grew up there and, having been brought up in hotels, hospitality is in my blood. Queenstown was quite different back then, compared to what it's like today. Back then, during winter, every Monday was ski day. We'd all turn up to school with our ski gear, then get on the bus and go up the ski fields for the day. After school and during the holidays, my sisters and I would spend time running around the hotel and causing trouble. Three months ago I moved back to Queenstown, to manage the same hotel my dad used to run. It's fair to say he's pretty proud.
After I finished university — I did a Bachelor of Commerce at Otago, majoring in business management and economics — I went over to London to do my OE. When I first arrived, I got a job on a shearing gang outside London, in a small village called Helmdon, and each day we'd head to a different farm to shear. That's definitely not what I thought I'd end up doing in London. Before then, I'd never shorn a sheep in my life.
After I'd saved enough pounds to go travelling I went to Greece — I'd definitely go back there — and Croatia, the Netherlands, Germany and Morocco. And every time I ran out of money I'd come back to London and do things like construction work or landscaping. I didn't want to get locked into a full-time, career job — I just wanted to earn enough money to keep travelling.
In Morocco, we went trekking in the Atlas Mountains. There wasn't much planning, we just hired a local guide and set off. We ate the local food, interesting stuff like sheep brains and snake. The snake was cooked on a fire. I'd describe it as being similar to chicken. When I visit a place, I like to eat the sorts of foods locals eat. When my family went to France for Mum's 50th birthday, I ate frogs and snails, traditional French cuisine. And I really loved the snails, the escargots.