. It told a short story of a daydreaming boy called Thomas and his quest for a lost ball. The story was told through sweeping text which appeared on the walls, floor and on black foam trees. It was like a treasure hunt for the story! Along the way, pieces of sculpture, paintings and projection films were cleverly tied in to the story. Really fun! The second exhibition was a by a contemporary Moari artist, amazing. Very blunt over the Treaty of Waitangi and the oppression of Moari culture over the last 200years. I’d love to see a few pieces hanging at the Treaty ground in Waitangi, ha! The Science of Fashion exhibition was really nothing spectacular in my opinion… Merino wool’s been around for ages and it’s barely science. The majority of the pieces were poorly made, loose threads everywhere! Overall, unimpressed. We were going to go onto the Rugby museum, which houses the ACTUAL whistle used to start the first game of every world cup. Wow. Oh, but unfortunately that little treat had to wait as they’d closed for renovation for the 2011 world cup, when I’m almost sure they’ll be overrun by whistle-gawping fans. Now for a real treat. We went back to the ‘Op shop’ Helen made me go past twice yesterday. Incredible. I love British charity shops, but they’re always so cramped and only have one dithery little lady to sort the stock, which always ends up looking like a jumble sale. This was immense. About the size of a swimming pool in floor space with huge sections for homeware, books, accessories and clothes. I bought two sweaters (the South island warm-wear quest is now over) and an lbd. Not that I’ll get to wear it for a long while! The garage had called us by this point and said Jenny would be ready for 2:30... So after a bite to eat, a walk in the wrong direction and a coffee we collected the camper. Hopping back in the front seat to navigate Helen to Waipukurau, aia noticed a huge gash in the dashboard plastic… which had obviously been done when the tradesmen were taking out the window screen
. Idiots. So we called Kea-office, they love us now. We’re non-liable so we set off. Just as we left Palmerston North, the trim for the windscreen half flapped off on Helen’s side! So we pulled over and called the garage. They were really apologetic and sent someone out to glue it on. Palmerston should be avoided in my opinion… it seems to be like the Bermuda triangle. Luckily, we’d pulled off with a good view of the Tararua wind farm, the largest wind farm in the Sothern hemisphere… Nantglynites have nothing to whinge about. Mum was getting a bit sketchy about ‘bad omens’ and we had a discussion over whether to try for our original destination of Waipukurau to dive on to the longest place name tomorrow… Helen and I decided we’d come this far so we’re not quitting now! After setting off, we drove through Manawatu Gorge, my vertigo isn’t that bad, but I was leaning in away from the window and making myself as narrow as possible when we passed through it for 5 whole minutes. The video describes how close the white line of the road was to a vertical drop! We arrived just before dark at the Waipukurau holiday park. Some very creepy ‘permanent campers’ fairly reminiscent of ‘The Hills have Eyes’… no late-night wanders to the wash block tonight then.
We awoke early and were at the garage to drop Jenny off at 8a.m. As it’s so early and no ‘attractions’ were open, we decided to have breakfast out today. Helen is treating us to breakfast at Moxies café, which I picked out of the Lonely planet guide last night. Helen and Mum had fry ups and I had Pancakes with apricot compote and cream, yum. Not sure if it’s a local thing - but these are really thick and taste wholemeal-y. After breakfast we had a wander around ‘The Square’, a very neatly manicured garden in the centre. We wandered around of few shops, mum was accosted by a manicure lady… she escaped with two shiny nails. When 10a.m. finally rolled around we went to the Te Manawa Art gallery. Free entry to 3 exhibitions, ‘Bottom of the Garden’, ‘Tirohanga o Mua: Looking back - Robert Jahnke’ and ‘Science of Fashion’. The Garden exhibit was wonderful! Aimed at children but so easily enjoyable for all ages