Twelve hours? Bloody hell.
Driving out of Wellington, a cry of joy was heard from Sarah when we managed to reach 25 kms/hr... after about an hour and a half of driving up the Kapiti coastline. No trying to keep pace with a ROGERB this time round. Kudos (and some of our loose change) to the guy who had given up trying to shift his furniture in the traffic, pulled over to the side of the road, and started playing songs on his guitar to the cars which were crawling past while sitting on his car's bonnet in the sun. I suspect he made a bit of cash and received many a cheer.
Oh, and Wellington has a "Fragatorium". Which is cool. Sarah thought it had something to do with Fraggles. Cutey.
Palmerston North. Pants.
The one, the only... does this make her famous? (anyone got a nice photo?)
(Thanks to Tim) It would appear that someone has already done my PhD idea. There is nothing new under the sun...
(Trip is going well. Arrived in Auckland under the cover of darkness. Preparing to mount a proper recon mission early tomorrow morning. Possibly after easter eggs and coffee.)
Posted by saint at April 11, 2004 12:43 AM | TrackBackhttp://www.thestrip.co.nz/home-images/02.jpg - found at thestrip.co.nz ;-)
Posted by: heq at April 12, 2004 12:57 AMBloody hell, multiple posts. Tim and might have to make facial hair a TBALC requirement methinks. You pansy. (Or not really. Who knows. 'You pansy' seems like the appropriate response for some reason, I have no idea why...)
Posted by: Cardinal at April 12, 2004 11:45 PMNot quite the right one there Mark :)
As for the multiple posts, crazy, eh? Now you have to go and post something, Cardinal, it's not like you have a thesis to do or wnything...
Mm, no thesis to do.
Posted by: Saint at April 13, 2004 10:11 AM