Found an outdoor summer theatre production while traipsing through Hagley Park today. What are the chances...the park is ginormous...
I was actually stalking a bagpiper through the park because he looked interesting, lost him, and ended up at a 90 minute production of the History of New Zealand (abridged) Much innuendo and egg cracking ensued and I got to see my first Hakka. Heh.
(a note about the Hakka)
IT IS THE HOTTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN.
The Hakka is the dance men do to be scary and manly. They bang on their chests, they stick out their tongues, they bellow, they thrust their arms and legs around like weapons. It's suprising how fabulous men being men can be.
(back to the story)
This all happened after I stumbled upon the world croquet championships. Who knew they even HAD such things? But they do, and white is the color, apparently, for all fancy pants types of sports.
Oh, and then I bumbled into the Arts Centre, which used to be the old university but now is home to a conclave of artists, independent cinema and theatre and a small wine bar. It is, in a word, heaven. In a fit of friendliness ( I know, I know, how suprising) I met a weaver and her apprentice who practically adopted me on the spot. Tapestry anyone?
And now, here I am, about to go back to my roost for a jacket cause it got a bit nippy.
The last thing? I found chocolate. Oh yes I did. At the Fudge Cottage. Heh heh heh. Good job me.
Who's coming to visit first?
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Jaime, You need to come to Thailand and find me some weavers and men beating their chests! How do you do it? It must be the qi.
How exactly do you lose a bagpiper?
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