This
morning we got up at 8, so that we were able to skype with the two at home
which was rather difficult due to the 12-hour time difference. We did this at
Courtenay Place, a place of which my mother has some memories too, so she was
happy to see us sitting there. Afterwards we had breakfast in a nice café where
the pigeons came and went. I begin to love cappuccino.
We then
spent about three hours in the Te Papa, the national museum of New Zealand.
Most of the things I remembered from when we visited Wellington in 2002 are
related to Te Papa. For example a big black stone ball in the entrance lobby which
can be turned. Or the earthquake house in which one is simulated, the big whale
skeleton, the Maori meeting house which is now prohibited to enter, and a big
ugly rubber baby that can be animated by pulling levers. After having had some
sentimental and emotional moments we had a Chai Latte in the café, where my NZ
friend and I used to run around the tables, next to a long Maori war canoe.
We bought sushi
in the “New World” supermarket, where we used to buy our groceries when we
lived nearby in 2002. Then we took a walk to Oriental Bay, where we had rented
a house back then. It was great to
see all this again, the beach, the round beach house, or the red-nosed ice
cream selling truck (that still exists after such a long time!). I also liked
to hear things my father told me that I forgot already.
From Oriental Bay we directly “hiked” over the
hill back to the motel, where we caught the last few sunbeams for our pictures.
Because we had plenty of time left until we would meet our dear friends for
dinner, we waited in the cold for some time. The one couple, our former
landlords and neighbors, came way too early, too. But the other family, our
other neighbors who had girls in my age, didn’t show up. We began to worry
about them, but found out that they completely lost track of time. So we had an
enjoyable dinner for four and planned a breakfast with the other family the
next morning.
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