Another hike another light house. The only light house in New Zealand to have a female lighthouse keeper. Mary jane Bennett was the wife of the previous keeper, George Bennett, who drowned in the harbor in 1855.
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Another hike another light house. The only light house in New Zealand to have a female lighthouse keeper. Mary jane Bennett was the wife of the previous keeper, George Bennett, who drowned in the harbor in 1855.
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The Petone Winter Carnival is kind of like a mini Burning Man. Sideshows, burlesque, and impromptu wooden sculptures on the beach are set ablaze at nightfall. It was somewhat hard to be impressed coming from a culture where novelty and spectacle are carried to the n-th degree, but it was nice because everything was on a more human scale.
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For the first time in a long time, it was almost sunny on a Saturday. Naturally, we celebrated outdoors. We went to Queen Elizabeth Park, which is known for it’s mature costal forest, tram (which is one small car on an equally small track), horse stables, model aeroplane club and most importantly sand dunes. We were sold on the sand dunes and took our camera for the special occasion. To our dismay, the glorious sand dunes were covered in native plants. So, we enjoyed more rolling hills by the sea.
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Last weekend we went out for a walk to Red Rocks. Apparently the Maori believe that Kupe, yes the same Kupe that was hunting a giant octopus in one of our previous posts, came here hunting for shellfish. One clamped his hand and his blood stained the rocks red.
Besides a location for the misadventures of the famous Polynesian explorer, Red Rocks is known for it’s New Zealand fur seal young bachelors who were unsuccessful at achieving the status of breeding male in South Island colonies.
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While chatting with a local gallery owner, he mentioned that the ferry service was halted today because of the stormy weather. He suggested that we drive over to the coast to see for ourselves. So we did. Oddly enough, we ran into quite a few other Wellingtonians driving around the coast and staring into the turbulent sea. And, we weren’t the only one taking photos either.
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If you buy the type of bread that is rectangular, sliced and in a plastic bag, you have two choices in New Zealand. One type is labeled sandwich, the other is labeled toast and they look identical.
So, we did some pondering and then some investigating. As it turns out, toast bread is sightly thicker for toasters. And sandwich bread is a little thinner than toast bread for an unknown reason.
Naturally, we asked the question: “What if you want a toasted sandwich?” Supposedly, you would then use toast bread for your sandwich.
This lead us to conclude that sandwich bread and toast bread is one of the world’s great marketing scams. People all throughout New Zealand are tricked into buying two loafs of bread, when one would suffice.
We’re glad that we eat traditional european bread. It’s not rectangular, sliced or in a plastic bag. And, since it isn’t labeled we are free to do what ever we want with it. So, I can even dip my slice of bread in soup.

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We live in the Las Olas de Cuba apartments which translates to “the waves of the Cuba.” When received our quarterly gas bill from body corporate, El Che was on it. This piqued our attention for several reasons:
Have we discovered the biggest and most obvious conceptual oxymoron in the history of oxymorons? Apparently so. Because in 1840 a survey party, traveling on a boat called the Cuba, landed near Wellington, with the task of surveying. So, that’s why there is Cuba street. And without any trace of profound thought, Che and Fidel’s photos and names popped up about 15 years ago to help market the trendy cafes which were on Cuba street, a street with absolutely no connection to the country, culture or politics.
We can only assume that if he knew, he would be upset and therefore haunt our body corporate.
Also, the word cuba comes from a Taino word meaning “where fertile land is abundant” or “great place.”