Great Town Adventture - Part Two

The train pulled out, but still the adventure continued - what a day.

(Next immediate challenge required negotiating a double inline buggy into the ladies at the aging train station - I have decided forget weights, clicky brakes or foot pedals, ease of folding and trendiness, the ultimate test of any buggy is (drumroll please) getting in/out of the loos out in the public domain. They usually have a double door arrangement where the doors open opposite ways. And a crazy shaped space in between. Here is where buggy companies should be test their products. Top marks to the Vibe today, got in without any swearing, lifting, or door frame carving, and got out even easier with help from a lovely lady whom held open one of the doors. May she be blessed with a long life of bladder function.)

So it was time for lunch and armed with a picnic we hunted for a park. From just outside the station I spotted a lovely tree adorned park a short walk away - complete with its own beehive! The workers bees must have been busy today, as we didnt see any but Little Brother did see a big big big man (statue) and Big Brother practised for a career in protesting by getting himself stuck in a pile of railings. Little brother spotted a seagull and a few pigeons, and suddenly yelled out 'Turkey?'. Checking my watch I assured him the turkeys were still probably in morning session, but he was likely to see some anytime soon when they adjourned for lunch!!!!

After a 10 minute dash into Kirks (bad news, couldnt get buggy through just one of the doors - had to wrestle open two and perform acrobatics with my chin to propel buggy while holding doors open by doing splits - a very good look) and a wander along the waterfront, a play at Frank Kitts park and an overdue dose of sunshine I have to admit you can't beat Wellington on a good day.

Refueling at Te Papa Cafe with a Hot CHoc (still voted best in the city) and a few jellies (genius marketing stroke) was followed by a quick check to see neither the Giant Squid or the Giant Moa had grown, moved, or procreated since we last saw them. And after a shake in the shakey house I dragged the boys (literally screaming) out of Te Papa and over to our friend Stanleys house.

Big day, so big, infact, I confess I rang Stanley's mum from the bottom of the incredibly steep hill and she came down and picked us up! The greatest adventurers of all need to realise their limits (Sir Ed didnt try to do Everest twice in a day, did he), and when they have jolly well earned that cuppa and a lie down.