Got the train down to Heathrow.Spent the night @ terminal 2 coutesy of BAA.Didn´t fancy 120GBP for a civilized alternative.Pitched under stairwell.
Only temporarily unfortunately. I have decided it is time to visit the great ancient civilisation of the south Americas. I have never been before so it will be the first time for me south of the old border. Follow my blog I will be adding pictures and videos along the way. You can write incredoulous […]
By the way, the pilot on the flight back tried the trick with the air vents. I ignored him. You don’t get ME twice, Virgin Blue.
We had time before heading for the airport to visit the Te Papa museum – which has got to be the best museum I have ever been to. Entry’s free, and there are about five levels with some awesome exhibits and displays. We wandered through Bush City finding out about plants, animals and their habitats, […]
The trip back to Wullington was uneventful, although some unsuspecting Kiwi suit emerged from the toilet cubicle at the Shell garage to find me puking my ring into the basin – the expected hangover having by now kicked in. I would obviously rather have vomited in the toilet, but as he was in there, what […]
Still no hangover, though I could feel one nudging at the fringes of my perception. John’s breakfast was again adequate but unremarkable, and his cleaner, Mary, appeared on the scene. As we were about to leave, he mentioned his wife, Karin. Where was this mysterious Karin, we wondered, and did she know about Jenny and […]
Again – no hangover to speak of. John put on a reasonable breakfast, and then Jacq started up the automobile and we hit the road, bound for Greytown. If you have been to Berry or Leura in New South Wales, Greytown is very similar. There are lots of craft shops and coffee shops, and a […]
Next stop – hiring a car with the help of the very friendly woman at the Sharella Motor Inn, then full steam ahead to Martinborough. The sleepy wine-country town of Martinborough exists for one reason only, it seems: so its townsfolk and visitors can get pissed. Or so you might be led to believe if […]
The best bit of the gardens is the cable car, which runs down to the city centre. It costs next to nothing and it stops at other stations on the way, including Wellington University – must be a novel way to get to lectures. You have to wonder what kind of stupid pranks Kiwi freshers […]
Up and out, mercifully without a hangover, and ready for a stroll through the Botanical Gardens, which and cover of series of hills, with specialist gardens like a scented garden, a duck pond, and a great kids’ playground with a mini-deathslide (aka flying fox).