This is really yesterday's entry.
Sometimes there's a fine line between life and magic realism. Yesterday I walked to work, because it was a beautiful morning.
Walking through the park, I chanced upon twenty-or-so people all walking Irish wolf-hounds. It was this fantastic and weird moment.
I kept walking. There were children riding donkeys. In the park. In the middle of the city. (This is not USUAL).
A man on a penny-farthing rode by, wobbling.
Ok, so a little bit further down the track, I realise there's some sort of weird historical fair going on. Lots of people in Victorian outfits. Ladies in hats. Tents. More donkeys. Buggies.
Outside my office, a brass band was playing the theme from James Bond.
It was Waitangi day - we're supposed to be celebrating bi-culturalism. Instead, there's this weird "We are white" Victorian vibe going on. So strange.
I still don't know why or what or how.
The day before (Saturday) it was the Pasifica festival at the Arts Centre. Lots of drumming and the blowing of conch shells. Lots of hip-hop singers outside the office. People wearing t-shirts with Che Guevara on them, with the legend "Che Guevara, New Zealand." I don't know what that means.
I'm kind of baffled. Some days it would be very possible to believe that you had gone stark, staring, raving, drooling, mad as a skunk in this city. It's so pleasant, but so WEIRD.
Walking through the park, I chanced upon twenty-or-so people all walking Irish wolf-hounds. It was this fantastic and weird moment.
I kept walking. There were children riding donkeys. In the park. In the middle of the city. (This is not USUAL).
A man on a penny-farthing rode by, wobbling.
Ok, so a little bit further down the track, I realise there's some sort of weird historical fair going on. Lots of people in Victorian outfits. Ladies in hats. Tents. More donkeys. Buggies.
Outside my office, a brass band was playing the theme from James Bond.
It was Waitangi day - we're supposed to be celebrating bi-culturalism. Instead, there's this weird "We are white" Victorian vibe going on. So strange.
I still don't know why or what or how.
The day before (Saturday) it was the Pasifica festival at the Arts Centre. Lots of drumming and the blowing of conch shells. Lots of hip-hop singers outside the office. People wearing t-shirts with Che Guevara on them, with the legend "Che Guevara, New Zealand." I don't know what that means.
I'm kind of baffled. Some days it would be very possible to believe that you had gone stark, staring, raving, drooling, mad as a skunk in this city. It's so pleasant, but so WEIRD.