Return to Himatangi.

 

There's not a lot to do at Himatangi Junction if one is looking for a good time. In fact, the word the locals use is 'nothing'.

Richard (of RBB) was not there to see the sights, or to sit in a bar, or to see a movie, or to visit fancy restaurants, or to go sky diving. He was there to clean the pottery. This had become a regular event for the much admired blogger. Though out here no one even knew his name or the fact that, in Nuova Lazio, there was a park named after him. No, up in Himatangi he was just another stranger with a pottery to clean.

He'd bought a new tool to attack the grass - a fancy weedeater with a blade thingy on one end. He had thought of The Curmudgeon when he realized that this was a tool that needed assembling. He wondered why these things couldn't be sold in one bit. Was their assembly some sort of test?

"It must be that Part C goes into 
Part D but, hang on, that would
mean that we don't really need
Part E."

Now he needed the weather to hold. He certainly didn't need heavy rain while he was attempting to cut thick grass. That's for damn sure. 

He'd stay a night in Palmy. Foxton was much closer - a sort of bigger version of  'the junction' with a cold hotel, their own brand of fizz, no restaurants and a windmill. Palmy meant a longer drive at the end of the day but, really, it was no contest. Not if you wanted to eat proper food and sleep in a warm bed.

Not that long ago Foxton had promoted itself as 'New Zealand's fox town'. There was a picture, at each end of town, with a happy looking cartoon fox on it. Whoever came up with the idea was driven out of town and the good folk of Foxton built a windmill.

They opened a cafe nearby and called it The Dutch Oven. Someone else was driven out of town and the cafe was renamed when it was pointed out, by someone passing through town, that 'dutch oven' was a phrase used to describe farting in bed.

No one really knows why Foxton went all Dutch. Maybe it was just the furthest thing away from the 'fox town' idea?

It would seem that Himatangi has steered away from such blunders, but the reality is that Himatangi simply has nothing at all to offer.

Still, both places have been good for the hotel and motel industry in Palmy.

Okay, I have things to do, things to pack - a machine to assemble.

Ciao tutti.