Shelley took the Batmobile to new
speeds to get me back for this post.
Okay, I'm back from a place called Wai-iti. It's a little place just past another little place with the unfortunate name Urenui (sounds like urine), which is about 40km north of New Plymouth.
|Wai-iti. The toilet wasn't on the main grid but it worked well.|
|Another shot of Wai-iti.|
On Saturday we went down to New Plymouth and had a guided tour around the Len Lye gallery.
You can take selfies in the reflection
of the building.
Here's a closer range one that
shows off my shorts'
The guy who we were visiting (in Wai-iti) is a fire chief at a volunteer station in New Plymouth.
We all got to have a ride in a fire engine. I waited 65 years for this experience.
I'm not in the picture because I'm taking the photo, but
I really did ride in the fire engine.
Back in Wai-iti I was careful to keep my practice up.
|I have a few violin gigs on the horizon.|
Talking of horizons, I took this amazing photo before knocking back a few more Chardonays.
On the way home we stopped for a slightly late breakfast and I had a piece of fish and some chips - I knew this was a mistake.
We got as far as Patea before it became obvious that I needed a toilet...
NOW!Patea is a sleepy little place on a Sunday. There's not much open.
No museum or library or classy pub serving brunch - these are the first places you seek out when you desperately need a toilet.
|Nice monument but not much help.|
To my delight the toilet was clean and contained both paper and soap for the clean up. It even had paper towels for the final stage - hand drying.
I will always feel grateful to the good people of Patea for supplying such a good facility for a desperate traveller.
I'm back at school this week, but with a much better understanding of Len Lye and what the different coloured hats that firemen wear mean. I also know that they refer affectionately to the fire engine as the pump. Isn't that sweet!
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