We started in Wellington at around 6 am on Friday. Then we spent about 20 hours travelling back in time to arrive at LAX around 6 am on Friday morning. Then we told sleep to get bent and spent the day in the Happiest Place On Earth. So, a 37 hour Friday, spent pretty perfectly.
There's this local initiative going on among the nearby lunch establishments, including the one where I buy overpriced salads of dubious nutritional value. They've convinced area artists to donate handmade bowls, which are sold at a premium with all of the proceeds donated to the Wellington food bank. This is a perfect strategy to extract money out of public servants with disposable income and it worked like a charm on me.
Now, I would love to say that I was completely motivated by altruism when I bought this gorgeous bowl. But the truth is that I was more motivated by the fact that it is unique and therefore will be easier to track down when one of my coworkers inevitably steals it.
Still, it's a pretty grouse bowl.
Today I went exploring with the big guy and got fantastically lost in rural Hutt Valley.
You know you're not in Kansas anymore when you are being heckled by pukeko on your morning walk.
Spotted on a walk through sleepy Upper Hutt at 7:30 this morning.
I have so many questions.
