THis is the first NZ blog post! I didn’t take any photos in the airports in Hong Kong, or NZ, or at JFK for that matter because I had this scenario in my mind wherein as I pulled out my camera Dwane “The Rock” Johnson would come flying out of nowhere, dressed as a secret service agent and tackle me to the floor. So all the photos below are from after I arrived in Aukland.
But first, some brief notes about the flights:
1 On the way to Hong Kong about half of the TV’s worked, luckily there was an empty space between me and the other woman in my row. She fell asleep and I snagged it. She snost she lost as they (never) say. However, I was uber-paranoid about sleeping for fear of leeping, e.g. having her lay claim to the monitor, from that point on.
2 When I was sure that my hostile neighbor was fully tucked into her sleepy lady eye cover thingys i took the opportunity to doze as well. We were both woken up by the fact that our feet were wet, and the flight attendants were lifting them and tucking extra blankets under them. What I hope was water was seeping out of the bathroom and soaking the carpeting, and since we were in an exit row, right next to the bathroom, we got it the worst.
We bonded over the injustice we were both suffering under and began to share hopeful theories with one another. “It must be from the sink,” she began, “airplane toilets can’t overflow. ” “Yeah,” I thought, “that’s not so bad.” However, at this point the man seated behind us, a gruff American man with thin hair and a red nose, leaned forward and shared his wisdom, “It smells like crap” he barked, “people don’t crap in the sink, so water from the sink don’t smell like crap.” His logic was infallible.
In retrospect, I believe he might have been covering for the fact that he crapped in the sink. A mystery. He had eaten three of the complementary dinners.
3 The second flight was far less eventful. I had 3 glasses of wine, and one and a half ambien that professor Kirk had given me that morning and I was out. I awoke to a cacophonous chorus of babies whose volume fluctuated, but never seemed to die out entirely.
Ok, enough about air travel. Now onto Aukland. Sorry for all of the sideways photos, I couldn’t be bothered to rotate all of the photos.
the first work of art i saw, and arguably the finest. Painted by India Donald, “Son!” when she was just a little tot.
chilling by the pool.
A myriad of dope things/signs on K’ Road:
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4 How ill is this?
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some works from galleries. THey have a pretty nice art scene here, although a lot of shows are closed for re-instillation. Again sorry for sideways stuff.
Frank “STELLLLAAAAAA!” (cue shirt ripping off)
met up with Melina yesterday and got a beer. She was on route to work at a Vineyard and for a Chocolatier (Sp?)
Ping Ting’s Thick
some brollick ass lillypads. Imagine the amount of tongue you would get kissing the frog prince that chills on one of these.
the Maori’s kill the textile game
as do the weird Christian people to I guess.
Primary colors
Nine foot tall, wingless, extinct Emu type animal. Probably the end all be all of New Zealand culture.
Winners of good student art competition. 1
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3. It’s as if someone turned Ada Katz into a hound of some sort.
Bye guys, sorry for the length of the post, more shorter posts to come.
