Month: February 2005

Leaving of Wolverhampton

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.

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I will be adding pictures and videos along the way. You can write incredoulous comments if you want, (i know who you are), or not bother if it bores you.

Lonely Planet
Have bought Lonely Planet – Peru. Seems a little overpriced @ £13, perhaps its all that extra stitching the ‘Planners insist on adding.

Still, they make good reading material on the plane, and i have been swotting up already.

I believe some of the country is in rainy season.
Peru is a true ‘country of contrasts’, on one hand you have desert and on the other you have jungle depending on which way you are facing.

More later.

Te Papa Museum

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, before checking out an interactive earthquake machine, an exhibition about relations between settlers and Maoris, and a video on some of the settlers who had made New Zealand their home. Whether or not you think you are a museum person, I would recommend that if you’re only in Wellington for one day, you check out this place.

Vomit

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 option did I have? He didn’t seem to see it that way and got rather arsey about having to wash his hands where I had just vomited, despite my pointing out that I’d done my best to wash the worst of it away.

Monday

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 Mary? Was John a secret bigamist, and was Martinborough a hotbed of salacious steamy sin? We’ll never know. What’s more, we hadn’t been to any of the vineyards which constitute Martinborough’s raisin d’etre (sorry). And it’s too late now, though I’m sure they’re great, and we did try some local wine at Est – which was very good.