Elisabeth Easther looks back on her big collection of small town stories.
More than four years ago, I hatched an idea for a weekly travel column, it was to be a love letter to the small towns of New Zealand highlighting their quirky charms. But, before getting properly stuck in, I needed to come up with a title. For a long time I couldn 't quite decide whether it should be Tena koe Te Kuiti, Gidday Gore or Hello Hamilton — clearly I have a fondness of alliteration. As it happened, Kia Ora was the winner on the day largely because it's warm, it's welcoming and it's as much a thank you as it is a hello.
As the years rolled by, I wrote 223 of these civic snapshots and, along the way, I went on some truly memorable journeys. Sometimes I'd visit the place in real life (so much more fun) but, more often than not, I'd do my exploring on the telephone with each story starting with a call to a perfect stranger. Finding the perfect person to be my source on the ground was critical to the story's tone. It had to be someone who loved their town with all their heart and was also able to share that love with me. As part of that weekly quest, I'd ring schools, real estate agents, hairdressers, people or organisations whose websites looked welcoming.
I used to say I was looking for the town's biggest cheerleader and it was always clear when I'd found them.
And having found that person, I also had to trust they were giving impartial information and not just grinding their own axes as time went by, I became pretty good at reading between the lines. Although there was that one time when noses were put out of joint in a little West Coast settlement — I had no idea there were two residents' associations and it turned out they did not get on one bit.