Goodbye Wellington (saddest of sadfaces) and Palmerston North
It made us sad!
So many great people, such a cute little city, lots to say goodbye to. Wellington, for example, is a place where, when buying a birthday gift for one’s husband, you can run into pet pigeons and their owners:
Apparently the pigeon was sickly and getting beat up by other pigeons, so this lady took him in. These photos don’t show it well, but it was the most beautiful pigeon I’ve ever seen – apparently he takes showers with her? Also he wore a diaper and a harness. It was pretty adorable. Even the shopkeeper wanted in on the cute pigeon action.
During our last few days in Wellington Grant and I hit up Six Barrel Soda Co. They make their own soda syrups – I had hibiscus:
If you’re in Wellington you have to go and try out their ice cream floats – definitely the best I’ve ever had. Also they had scrabble, and an interesting view:
In case you can’t tell, that is one of Wellington’s (many) strip clubs/brothels that was across from the shop. Dinner *and* a show! (well, not much of a show, those windows are pretty much closed folks, no such thing as a free lunch and all that…. now this getting awkward and I’ll just stop. Mmm ice cream floats!)
RIght before we left Grant had to go to Palmerston North to teach a contact course. (Basically, Massey has some graduate level courses that are taken online, and then at the end of the semester everyone travels to the Palmerston North campus to cram a whole semester’s worth of face-to-face learning into three days of all day classes.) Only one student ended up attending the class, and he was from Wellington – so great planning Massey! Nevertheless it was fun to see another part of New Zealand before leaving, although there wasn’t much to see and do in Palmy, there were beautiful skies and cows:
Impressive, no? We also found an odd area that had an empty pool, a seemingly abandoned bird sanctuary (full of birds we now see everywhere in Sydney – have I told you about the weird drowning feral cat/baby crying but louder birds? They sound like those things, we call them baby birds, and I cannot believe that I’m already beginning to not notice their COMPLETELY BIZARRE cawing) , and mysterious forest train tracks.
After that, our house looked like this for awhile:
Now, hello Sydney!