Wellington to Randomness
Just when you think you've left London behind, a bit of London turns up unexpectedly. On Tuesday, Wingnut was approached by an old man wanting to know if he was English. It turned out that the old man was from Bethnal Green as well! And had gone to the school down the road from us, where he'd watched German planes fly over from the playground and he'd heard the V2's in Victoria Park and all that kind of stuff.
Unfortunately, he also turned out to be "saved" and had a burning desire to tell us about this. We must be wearing stamps on our foreheads because the day before we'd been picked up by a Samoan taxi driver who's sermon of the day was "go forth and multiply." Which he'd done, going by the evidence.
Wingnut has been treated to various Wellington standards, starting with the weather... "So this is why they call it windy Wellington." Ah yes, happy memories of struggling to stay on my feet.
The rain sent us into the national museum, Te Papa. Wingnut really liked the Maori section because he felt it still had a connection to Maori now. The objects were presented in a way that made them part of a living history instead of dead objects in a sterile museum.
Unfortunately, he also turned out to be "saved" and had a burning desire to tell us about this. We must be wearing stamps on our foreheads because the day before we'd been picked up by a Samoan taxi driver who's sermon of the day was "go forth and multiply." Which he'd done, going by the evidence.
Wingnut has been treated to various Wellington standards, starting with the weather... "So this is why they call it windy Wellington." Ah yes, happy memories of struggling to stay on my feet.
The rain sent us into the national museum, Te Papa. Wingnut really liked the Maori section because he felt it still had a connection to Maori now. The objects were presented in a way that made them part of a living history instead of dead objects in a sterile museum.