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Wellington and Sevens
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After Kaikoura we made our way back to Windy-Wellington. The highlight of the trip for me was getting back on the little Cessna Caravan for the trip back over to the North. I sat up front while the kid driving the plane (he looked 20 yrs old) turned to do the safety demo ("Lifejackets under your seat, please keep your seat belts on the whole time"). As for Wellington itself, I was happy because the IRB Sevens were in town and we were treated to quite the show (for those who don't know, Sevens is an abbreviated version of the traditional rugby game). I was a little disappointed to find out that the tickets were all sold out but we managed to have a lot of fun nonetheless. You see, apparently Sevens is a bit of a gong-show. After we checked in to our really nice hostel (Nomads Wellington) we went for a walk around the city towards the Stadium. Along the way we encountered many groups of people dressed up in some pretty fancy costumes. There were the convicts, the Cops, the World Leap-Frogging Champions, the Oompa-Lompas, the gold-sequined girls, the guys on rollerblades dressed as babies, etc. All told, it was pretty impressive to see groups of 10-25 people walking the streets in these very elaborate costumes. As were followed the crowds down to the water, we stopped outside a two-story bar that was jam-packed with hundreds of Sevens fans all dressed up and watching people negotiate the boardwalk directly in front of the bar. It was here that we stood for over an hour killing ourselves laughing at the shenanigans being pulled by the guys dressed as babies. These guys would walk all girls across the boardwalk but halfway through they would stop and point out one of their comrades sitting on the terrace of the bar. This guy would then hold up a sign saying something to the effect of "Show us your boobs!!" As soon as the girl finished reading the sign, the entire crowd of about 200 people would start counting down from 10 - 9 - 8 etc until the girl would either runaway down the boardwalk (4 out of 5) or flash the whole crowd (1 out of 5). Good times.
After the Flashing and Counting, Alia and I went for a few beers, lamented the fact that the 'A' Team had split up, watched the rugby and went to bed.
Next Stop: The Auckland Express
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