Continuing in our series of Migrant Tales, first hand accounts of the migrant experience of New Zealand taken from locations around the net.
Today’s tale was first published on the only uncensored, not for profit immigration forum – expatexposed.com.
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New Zealand Is A Dump!
Posted: Wed May 02.
I live in New Zealand, a country in the Antipodes, and here is my Top Ten list of things I hate about New Zealand, starting at number Ten and counting down.
10. The Weather – It constantly changes. If it rains it is extremely grey and gloomy. If it is sunny it burns.
9. The Hole In The Ozone Layer – Thanks to industrial countries like Germany and the United States, we have a great big hole hanging over our heads which exposes us to the harmful rays of the sun. I go outside for two minutes and I am severly sunburnt.
8. The Government – their policy is to keep kicking you until you are down.
7. New Zealand Law – You get fined for everything here!!!
6. The AllBlacks (NZ’s Rugby Team) – they symbolise everything I hate, beer belching idiots, idolising maniacal baboons undertaking homo-erotic acts.
5. The People – The people here are soooooooooooo dumb. A chimpanzee has more intelligence. They are all drunk and stoned, and therefore have no brains or ambition in life.
4. The Traffic – I live in Auckland, we only have a population of around 1 million, but the traffic here is horrendous. The Public Transport system sucks, you have to catch two different buses to get 5 minutes down the road, and don’t even talk about the trains …. India’s are more glamourous.
3. The Drivers – they all need thick glasses – they are blind,there are so many accidents here, and the bus drivers try and squash you with the bus. I’ve lost count with how many times I’ve almost been crushed by a bus.
2. The Lack of Opportunity – the population is too small, so no matter what you do, it is unsustainable.
My number one on the list of things I hate about New Zealand is ………….
THE FACT IT HAS NO MONEY SO I CAN’T GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Continuing our series of Migrant Tales, first hand accounts of the migrant experience of New Zealand taken from places around the net.
Today’s tale was first published on the forum at ExpatExposed.com, the only fully uncensored New Zealand immigration discussion site, completely free from commercial interests.
My partner and I wanted to move to Australia to work and live.
We tried for 2 years to get long term work in NZ to save for the move to Australia, got 1 job each but short lived as the employers now just kick you out when the “3 month trial” is up and we did everything to in our power to be the best workers possible so that we could keep our jobs as we needed them badly but the employers can say anything they like and dismiss you for no reason then just employ another as there is 40 or more going for every job they are never short of people and they get away with paying you at the lowest rate ($13.50 an hour) as they only have to pay you more IF they keep you on (pass the 3 month “trial”).
I did a welding course and got my tickets within only 14 weeks for the Christchurch “rebuild” got a temp job but didn’t last long then got a 2nd for a month then a 3rd for about a week then i was only getting work for like 1 – 2 days a week maybe if I was lucky, my partner had nothing! My welding tickets seemed to mean nothing in interviews anymore, After applying and door knocking, we were not getting enough to pay the $230 a week for the rent so I had to get to the doctor and say I was depressed because everything we did got us nothing (my only hope of keeping us off the street was a benefit) so I got a sickness benefit for 4 months and sold my car and moved to my partners mum and dads house and saved, we applied for jobs in Melbourne and the first 20 i applied for I got an email and he even offered me the job and I could start when we get there!!
4 months later I’m still working, my partner found work the 2nd week we got here and its awesome and we would never go back to NZ.
New Zealand is a rotten life of stress, worry and poverty, drunk teens, teen prostitutes, teens huffing butane and dieing, teens shooting their caregivers, parents putting their kids in the dryer and hanging them on the line, schools full of drugs and videos of kids bashing each other posted on YouTube, milk and cheese that costs twice its worth, no work, get paid less and taxed more every day, unemployment high but unemployment benefits getting cut and no jobs for the unemployed, food prices that go up every day, unsolved murders and rapes, police doing unthinkable crimes and getting away with it, a messed up government that act and fight like children, Asians and Indians that flood in every day and get treated like kings and we (new zealanders) get traded like trash and that’s less than 2% of the crap that goes on there! If we were still there we would still be FU%#ED and I reckon on the street with no house.
Sorry but its all true.
Continuing in our series of Migrant Tales, first hand accounts of the migrant experience of New Zealand.
Today’s tale was left as a comment on this blog and is reproduced here in full.
“Well, I look forward to the day I can leave. I have lived here for over 3 years and they have been 3 of the most boring, depressing and lonely years of my life. I lived in Fort Lauderdale, USA for 4 years and then I went back to the ‘motherland’ South Africa to see if I could make it work and try and ‘brush’ off the crime issue, but my wife and I decided to leave SA for ‘greener’ pastures and so I headed to the clean, green & adventurous NZ…more like propaganda! Anyway, I fell for it. I was in Wellington for a year and as soon as we got our residency I had to leave because my partner was also suffering from a mild dose of depression and boredom and the worst weather that I have ever encountered in my life. We booked our first tickets out of the place back to my country lifestyle in Port Elizabeth, South Africa. It felt wonderful to be back home, to be close to family, and to soak up the great weather…We just felt alive again! Well, we couldn’t stay there forever, so we decided to come back to not lose our residency and also the crime situation and job prospects for a young white male in South Africa are few and far between. If it wasn’t for the crime and political situation in South Africa, I highly doubt we would have ever left the place to come to NZ.
Another major disappointment for me is the lack of wildlife in New Zealand. Going for hikes or doing anything outdoors, I noticed that the forest(bush) had minimal birds and wildlife. It felt like a place that is completely devoid of any wildlife. I know that most native species are threatened, endangered and extinct because of the NZ people and government waking up a little to late to try and conserve what they had left. Their poor conservation efforts has resulted in the demise of most native species in NZ. What a shame! All they have now is a forest that is overrun with with invasive species of both fauna and flora.
NZ small towns are soulless and dead, it’s not pleasant walking around any town, there was nothing much to see or do. When my wife and I did a few road trips around the North island, I didn’t see any nice towns or villages compared to the towns in Italy and Brazil that were full of life and culture! It was cold, damp (most of the time wet), dreary, boring and so called ‘clean & green’ That’s must be the joke of the century. Cost of living in NZ is a complete rip off. Renting a decent one bedroom apartment in Auckland will set you back R400 a week which is insane compared to what I used to pay in the USA and SA. Food prices are way too high! The beaches are not that great and the weather in Auckland is terrible.
Don’t get me wrong, NZ has some nice places, but it is way oversold. I typically advise people that NZ has simply perfected their marketing. I might sound very negative and full of it, but remember this is just my opinion. New Zealand does have it’s + compared to South Africa in that the crime rate is low especially violent crime, minimal corruption within the government compared to the ANC, less materialistic and also no poverty stricken areas when compared to SA.
My wife is studying and after 2 years we will be leaving. There is no way we could ever live here. It is just a stepping stone even though the last 3 and half years feel like a complete waste of time. I’m getting older and with every year that goes by I keep asking myself why on earth I ever went through with it…The best answer I could come up with was the political and crime situation in SA pushed me to pack up and head overseas. If I had it my way I would of stayed in the USA. I felt alive and well there!
Anyway, it is what is for now. I must just be grateful!
“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now was once among the things you only hoped for.” Epicurus.”
Continuing in our series of Migrant Tales, first hand accounts of the migrant experience of New Zealand taken from locations around the net.
Today’s tale was first published on the forum at Expatexposed.com.
If you are studying as an international student in New Zealand you may find the following story disturbing.
This is it. This has been in the Herald and the Dom Post now:
For me, although most people think the university is making a crazy decision, this is an example of the cronyism, laziness, self-interest and mind-numbing bureaucracy that makes up a good chunk of the prevailing institutional cultures in NZ.
I won’t say that this applies to all institutions, but I have a hard time imagining that what happened to me would happen anywhere else.
But for those too lazy to click a link, imagine this:
- A university caretaker tasked with security steals a PhD student’s $800 phone from the bathroom of the building early one morning.
- That morning, the caretaker tells the PhD student he hasn’t found any phone in the building that morning.
- Six months later, in a serendipitous act, the PhD student tracks down the phone and finds it to be in the possession of the caretaker.
- He collects evidence after remotely installing apps to the phone and hands it to the police.
- The police are great: they arrest him, charge him and he appears in court.
- The PhD student tells the university what’s happened.
- After a two week investigation, where the PhD student isn’t consulted in any way, the university tell him that an investigation has been completed. The caretaker will keep his job. The caretaker will have to write the student an apology and buy a new SIM card. The student will also have the opportunity to tell the caretaker how he feels in a mediation session.
- The student objects most strongly, and tells the university he does not want to participate in the restorative justice process. Rather, he would like to see the caretaker suspended and then his employment terminated. The student tells them he does not like the idea of sharing the campus for the next two years with the man who committed a crime against him and who lied about it to his face, and he may consider withdrawing from the scholarship and the PhD if this is the final outcome.
- The university tell him that they are satisfied with their processes. They are “disappointed” in the student for not wanting to take part in the restorative justice offered, as the offender was keen to take part. They tell the student that they wish him “All the best for the future.”
- The student approaches the Dean of the Faculty of Graduate Research. The Dean says he is very concerned, but refuses to translate that concern into using his power to do anything.
- The suggestion is that the student put up with it; that he doesn’t use the campus; that he should carry on at the university regardless.
- The student withdraws from the PhD, as no one has treated him fairly and he fears for his property. He loses his scholarship. The university then take away his teaching position as the student cannot guarantee that he will be in Wellington for the entire semester.
- The student and his partner lose 1/3 of their income.
- The student applies to another university, but another scholarship is highly uncertain. If the student doesn’t get another scholarship, then career opportunities in New Zealand are so poor he will have to move back to Europe and change careers. Aside from the time wasted trying to find work in New Zealand, he will have wasted a year of study and thousands of dollars in immigration costs.
- The caretaker has kept his job. The caretaker pleads guilty in court and applies for a discharge without conviction. If he is granted the discharge without conviction, then he will have stolen while tasked with securing university buildings, destroyed a student’s life and security, and get away without consequences.
- The student will have to leave Wellington. He may have to be separated from his partner of 4 years, whom he moved to NZ to be with. At the very least, it will cost thousands of dollars to move to another city; at the most, it could cost tens of thousands to move back to Europe and get his partner a visa. They face a separation of up to a year if he has to go back to Europe.
This is how justice plays out at Victoria University of Wellington: they care more about the caretakers who steal than they do about the postgraduates. This isn’t the first time I’ve had problems with the Kiwi attitude of “lump it or leave it”, but it’s the first time that someone has committed a crime against me and then looks like he’s managed to walk away in a considerably better position than I’ve been put in.
I’m devastated. I can’t sue: you can’t sue people on contingency here because the courts don’t award damages like they do elsewhere so lawyers won’t operate on contingency. An initial appointment will cost hundreds of dollars, and they’ll charge you that to tell you that you won’t get anything from it.
The university has taken this attitude because this is the attitude that large public organisations in New Zealand take: there are precious few mechanisms in place to bring people to account, so they act with impunity. In my case, the university have acted like they did and the weak, spineless responses of senior academic staff have enabled it. It was far too much trouble to take a stand for a PhD student: much easier to force the student out and keep the thieving toerag of a caretaker.
Accountability is lacking: it’s a systemic problem that isn’t fixed by the quasi judicial bodies designed to open up the processes, because they don’t do the job they’re supposed to do. Often they’re selected by the people they’re supposed to be policing (for example, Anthony Hill, the Health and Disability Commissioner) and most of the time they lack basic competence because their actions are never systemically reviewed like they are in other countries.
This has to be a warning: people need to know who’s running the universities here. I would say that especially people in Asia need to know. They may be astounded to realise that the university is willing to expose their children to this kind of risk.
Help me out – spread the word outside NZ – spread the blog inside! There needs to be accountability, and if the university won’t provide it, and if the offender is trying his hardest to avoid it, then the people who have the potential to be affected need to know.
I’ve applied to another university, and the two people who want to supervise me are Canadians, which may or may not make things slightly better. But I’m not holding out much hope.
The worst part is that the faculty at Vic is more international than anything else. The Dean of the FGR is English, my supervisor is Australian, most of the faculty is European. I’ve actually had a lot of support from ordinary students and many Kiwis, but it seems like the part of the university system that can do something just doesn’t bother. Too much effort!
The problem is that layer of bureaucracy that’s occupied by spineless idiots. I know, for example, of academics that took and stand and were frozen out of the community for other reasons. I know it’s a risky move, but I have nothing else to lose.
But trying to excuse criminal actions and favouring the criminal over the victim is a step too far. I hope the courts will take the effects of the theft as seriously as they are and reject the request for a discharge without conviction. But the problem is that you’re at the judge’s mercy.
It’s Vic’s loss – and even more, it’s NZ’s loss. We’re both highly qualified, we have a lot of money in Kiwisaver, and if we have to go, we won’t be coming back.
I’m not hugely fond of the place – I’ve dealt with the cronyism, lack of systems of accountability, lack of ‘stick’ to make people take action to correct bad behaviour. But I have a wonderful partner, her family is great, and we’re happy together wherever we are.
This is Wellington though, and everyone I’ve had to deal with on other issues has been from the **** civil service in Wellington. I’ve heard that the further south you go the better it gets, which is generally my experience.
Most people are astounded when they get told. The police have been really good. They made it very clear that they disagreed with the university’s actions. Victim support, again, really good. The journalists I’ve spoken to have also been astounded at the attitude of the university.
But you know what it’s like here: a decision gets made and it doesn’t change, no matter what the circumstances. People bend reality for their own purposes, ignore what they like and try and justify their decision on grounds that would get them sued to high heaven anywhere else.
But you can’t sue here, can you? Not unless you want to syphon off your savings into a lawyer’s bank account and get no damages and no costs, but a win in principle.
Continuing in our series of Migrant Tales, first hand accounts of the migrant experience of New Zealand.
Today’s tale forms the first part of an exciting new series by a guest author. If you have a tale you’d like to share with us please leave your submission in The Agora, along with instructions for how you’d like it presented.
In Part One of Retardicon 6 British migrant ‘Escapee’ tells the unwary reader of the pitfalls of owning property in New Zealand, specifically that most unique of New Zealand problems – the leaky home and of the shockingly poor construction standards of the average Kiwi home.
Retardicon 6 (part 1)
Five years ago my wife and I moved fromto Retardicon 6 (you might know this loathsome place as New Zealand – we know better). We arrived on 2007. We arrived back – blessedly – in the on Christmas day 2012. Our story isn’t the tragedy you find in other posts on this site in as much as we were never trapped by this sly, dirty, back-stabbing society of inbreds and they weren’t able to drain every last cent of our capital from us, as is their intention with all immigrants – au contraire, Rodney. We have in fact brought a nice chunk of their capital back home with us. But I can confirm the nightmare that everyone here posts about.
I first moved to Retardicon 6 late in 1990 with my first wife. I have to say that my experience back then was good. I lived in a smart area of Auckland’s North Shore – Campbell’s Bay, with a house overlooking the. I won’t bore you with the usual tales of boating and fun, just say that I enjoyed it while constantly being aware of how isolated it is down there. And if you are one of those people who thinks that the world has shrunk and everywhere is just a plane ride away, I’m going to laugh right in your face. Until you’ve faced the prospect of making long-haul journeys on a regular basis, you have no idea. England to or Florida don’t count. Mere bus rides by comparison. Since I have to be in two or three times a year, and England once a year, I can tell you how isolated Retardicon 6 is, and how soul-destroying travelling ANYWHERE from there is (except Sydney or Melbourne, perhaps). If you find yourself in a position where the pennies count (as many who come down here quickly do) you will really feel the psychologically depressing sense of isolation, especially if you have left loved ones behind. If anything were to happen to them, it’s not a simple matter of getting in a car and going round to see them. Not even a quick one-hour hop from Spain or France. By the time you’ve arranged a flight – if you can afford it – it’s going to be the best part of a week before you are back, frantic with worry the whole time. By then it might be too late. Good luck if you watch a lot of television and think you can get on a plane the same day. You MIGHT be lucky, if you can stretch to a business-class ticket. Even then, door to door, your travelling time is going to be over 36 hours. Yes it is – time in the air is going to be at LEAST 24 hours, but it’s not just the time in the air. It’s getting to and from airports at each end, having to be there 3 hours in advance of the flight time, a MINIMUM of two hours at each stop on the way. Unless you fly (via Los Angeles) you’ll have more than one stop, and each of those stops will definitely be more than two hours. Add it up for yourself. And imagine going through it when you are frantic with worry.
Back to the narrative though. My first wife and I split up, and I met and married my current wife, a Kiwi girl, in 1996. A few months later, we emigrated back from there to England. She was desperate to leave and I could never quite work out why. We had eleven mostly lovely years in England, but in 2004 we sensed that England was living in an economic bubble and that while Retardicon’s economy was backward by comparison, it was relatively stable. In particular, Auckland’s property market was inflating steadily, driven by demand. So we decided to park some of our capital there. I went back to Retardicon early in 2005 and bought four houses in Auckland, which we put into the hands of a property management agent, attached to one of the major real estate agents. This is where we should have started to smell a rat about this vile little country. Several times, after I got back to England, I had the management company call me telling me of problems with one or other of these properties that needed attending to. And the prices quoted for fixing these issues seemed exhorbitant to say the least. The final straw came when an estimate for fixing what was a simple issue came in at $6,700. Luckily, we had my wife’s father to call on and he went to look at it, got a builder he knew to go with him, and the actual price for the fix came in at $650. YES, a tenth of the gouging criminally inflated quote from the management agent and what was obviously a crony builder of hers. I wonder how much inflated profit they have shared over the years…
In 2007, in a fit of madness, I persuaded my reluctant Kiwi wife that we should leave England and go back to Retardicon 6, to have a couple of years there, then realise our assets. If only she’d hit me over the head with a hammer and brought me back to my senses. But she didn’t, God bless her. And as I say, we arrived in Retardicon 6 on Christmas Day, 2007.
Our intention was to cash in on the profit we’d made on the houses I’d bought, taking our time to do it, and enjoying our time there in the meantime. It didn’t work out like that though. Not a bit of it. The first months were spent sorting out various problems with our properties that the management agents (lazy and arrogant beyond belief – traits we were going to discover to be the norm among Kiwis) hadn’t addressed or even ever told us about. We just got everything ready to start putting them up for sale in late 2008 when the credit crisis hit. Disappointing, but we’d sit tight and sell once things had righted themselves. Auckland, to be fair, didn’t dip as much as most of the rest of the world. But we know better than to sell in a buyers market – which is what it had become. And thus began five years of misery.
We decided to stay until things started to look up financially, and look after our properties ourselves. Our first contact with the disgusting, sly, cunning kiwi way came when we wanted work doing on some of our properties. NOT ONE SINGLEwould give us a final price for doing the job. They’d all tell you what needed doing (and this differed – sometimes wildly – from contractor to contractor) but even when pressed, none of them would give us a price. This is astonishing, coming from England where we are used to contractors assessing the job and quoting you on how much it would cost to do. What the gouging, sly, cunning kiwis did was tell us that they wouldn’t know the final cost until the job was underway and they could assess how much time/materials were going to be involved. We soon discovered the kiwi that this is the kiwi way. No job has a uniform price – the lousy and often unqualified (at anything) kiwi “builder” is sizing up how much he reckons he can rake out of you. I put builder in quotes just then because the very best kiwi builder is less skilled than a toddler with a box of Leggo. And this country has the brass neck NOT to recognise building qualifications from other countries. There is one reason for this, and one reason only; they are frightened to death of immigrants coming in and showing them up. No joke, this is true.
Not long after we arrived, we learned of Leaky Home Syndrome. Apparantly, almost all the homes built by these “chimps with hammers” (otherwise known as New Zealand Master Builders) in the 1990s and early 2000s suffer from this. And no, no need to scratch your head wondering what this is; it’s exactly as it sounds. These houses LEAK and because they are all built using wooden frames, they ROT FROM THE INSIDE!!! Can you believe that? Kiwi houses ship water (and boy, does it rain in that God-forsaken hole) by the bucket. Cost of repair is often the same as building a new house!
The houses affected for the most part were those built with some form of cladding over the timber frame. We owned one such house, but luckily ours wasn’t officially a Leaky Home. Which is not to say it didn’t suffer from leaks here and there. You have to understand that the odd dribble of water coming into your house now and again is considered normal in Retardicon 6. I have heard New Zealand houses described as “Wooden Framed Tents.” This is true. They are utterly unsanitary to live in. Cold and damp beyond belief. I have never, ever ever anywhere else in the world encountered mold growing on the walls and ceilings of a LIVING ROOM (not just the bathroom) but this is common in the houses of Retardicon 6. Not just the odd spore either. Whole patches of black mold appearing. The damp is all-pervasive. No wonder kiwi inbreds have a higher incidence of respiratory complaints than anywhere I have ever been.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that Auckland winter temperatures seem mild; the pervasive damp WILL KILL YOU. 12 degrees C in the insanitary Auckland damp will chill you to your bones. We’ve just enjoyed a couple of weeks of lovely snow and ice here in England, with sub-zero temperatures. But it was dry, and outside with my dogs it didn’t feel anything like as cold as being indoors during an Auckland winter does. Of course, those of you who’ve set your hearts on emigrating to Retardicon 6 will discount this. You won’t believe it. Right up until that first damp cold day you encounter. By which time it will be too late for you and your family as you huddle around the calor gas, fume-emitting heater. No such thing as central heating in Retardicon 6. There is a plethora of heat pumps that the gouging thieves will fit for you at an inflated price, but at best they’ll only take the chill out of the re-circulated air. They won’t heat your home.
When we came to sell the one house we had that was constructed in using cladding, we got to see just what kiwi building construction consists of. We had to have a piece of interior plasterboard removed from inside the integral garage so that some of the rotting timber frame could be replaced. I also got to see that the house, like all kiwi rubbish homes hadn’t been built on a foundation worthy of the name! The house consisted of a timber frame with plasterboard sheets pinned to the inside of the frame, forming the interior wall, and some sort of cladding just a couple of millimetres thick pinned to the exterior. No insulation in between. NOW can you see why these houses are all horribly damp and cold? Even the much-vaunted “kiwi weatherboard” house is no better. Timber frame with plasterboard on the inside, and very thin (often Cedar) overlapping planks (weatherboards) on the outside. Following the Leaky Home debacle, this traditional weatherboard home was held in great store. But they are just as cold and damp as the newer builds. I’ve owned both types so I do know this. For the record, weatherboard homes don’t have to be built in such a shoddy “she’ll be right” cheap, unfit for purpose fashion. You’ll see weatherboard houses all over the United States and Australia, and these homes are different animals altogether. Sealed, warm, dry, cosy, insulated. It’s not that it can’t be done; it’s just that lazy, arrogant, cheap, grasping, unskilled kiwis can’t do it.
This is the end of part one of what will be a short series. In subsequent episodes, if the editor of this blog allows it, I’ll cover topics such as the inbred hypocrisy of kiwis, kiwi cowardice, kiwis and driving, kiwi arrogance, kiwi intellectual stupidity, kiwi racism – and more.
For God’s sake, think think and think again before ever committing to taking your family to this hell on earth, especially if you can’t afford to come back.
DON’T MAKE THE MISTAKE OF THINKING THAT NEW ZEALAND IS JUST THE SAME AS AUSTRALIA – IT’S FAR FROM IT!!!
If you can get into Australia – go there! It’s a wonderful country by comparison with Retardicon 6, and I can say that from experience. If you can’t get into Australia but can get into New Zealand, don’t kid yourself that New Zealand will be just as good. It won’t. And you will be consigning your family to a living hell.