Salient: Victoria University Students' Paper. Vol. 28, No. 5. 1965.
3.00am: Somewhere, somewhere, a bell was ringing ... time to get up and go to tournament. An administrative blunder meant we were all going to have to report at the air centre at 4.20. Cursing the name of Hassed, we set off down Norway Street.
4.40am: Came off the bus at the airport just as a porter pushed a wheelchair across the lounge. The way our NZUSA delegates looked, four were going to be needed.
5.02am: We boarded our nice chartered Viscount.
5 .09am: We disembarked from our Viscount while the groundcrew replaced a burnt-out warning light.
8.25am: Arrived at Canterbury University. The place seemed crammed with familiar faces framed by green and gold scarves. How would this intrepid bunch of sportsmen (and women) fare? Time alone would tell—just as well time is a notorious loudmouth.
10.00am: We wandered around the University looking for the NZ USU meeting. Once we found it, we had a peaceful time whilst all delegates discussed eligibilities and other interesting matters.
9.13pm: We left NZUSU, a wee bit tired of sports wrangles after six hours relieved only by half an hour's tea-break. We visited the Studass coffee bar, which had an atmosphere so thick and smoky that it appeared to absorb sound—or maybe it was the jazz band playing the traditional modern jazz, that made it impossible to hear or be heard.