Friday, March 2, 2018

Last Days In Welly

Our next to last day in Wellington, February 26th, it rained all day--our 5th or 6th all day rain in New Zealand so far this year--and we hunkered down in Rooby, at the Evans Bay Marina, reading, blogging, and planning. Next day, the 27th, we drove up to surburban Porirua, Plimmerton actually, for an appointment to get Rooby checked over, a new water pump  installed, and other minor items. Cruzy Campers, from whom we have rented Rooby, has an excellent reputation for maintaining their vehicles, and this was about the mid-point of our 80 day rental.
Before the rain, I did some more walking in downtown Welly;
here the beautiful art deco fire station

The city abounds in sculpture

And this example was right at the marina

Scores of self-contained motor-homes enjoying the freedom
camping at the marina

Packed in quite tightly

A bit of the marina

Rooby; to the right is a French-type personne from Bordeaux;
he and his wife were traveling/working NZ for a year; I doubt
that NZ's tourist infrastructure could survive without the
thousands of young persons, mostly from Europe, who come here
on working holiday visas

Like sardines; but nobody complaining

At a memorable outdoor furniture shoppe in Plimmerton

View from Plimmerton beach

Resident

Huge croquet club

Nice folks here

Ascent Of Mount Victoria

We've walked around on Mount Victoria several times--mostly for LOTR sites--but never really walked all the way to the top and to the observation deck there with its 360 view of the whole area. This time we did it.
But first, lunch, not at this building, which turned out to be an
interestingly painted parking garage

But at the Mount Vic Chippery, ranked #1 among such
 establishments; here, examples of their frites

The menu

And staff

And my lunch, with the kumara chips; Vicki had the pulled
pork

Just up the hill is the very old tram tunnel, under Mount Victoria,
which opened up the Miramar peninsula for development; now used
exclusively for buses

Helpful map

"Get off the road!"


On a trail-side bench

Vicki points to the now nearly unrecognizable "Hobbit hide-out,"
where Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin hid from the Black Rider

Thousands of Ring Waifs have since hid here, including us, in 2009

Look closely; Radagast stil frequents the place

Looking across to Miramar, and Wellington's signature

Beyond Miramar, the channel to Cook Strait

Pano of City of Wellington

From left to right

Thus

Harbor-side and harbor

More of harbor

The tan building right of center is Te Papa; Greater Wellington,
including Lower and Upper Hutt and Porirau, has a population
just over half a million

Airport to the left and Cook Strait

A ferry heads out toward Picton; it was a very windy day,
especially atop Mount Victoria

Book Lovers B&B, near the start of the trail

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Gallipoli: The Scale Of Our War

Having been to Gallipoli and many other WWI sites, we wanted to see Te Papa's current temporary exhibit, "Gallipoli: The Scale Of Our War," put together largely with monumental and monumentally impressive exhibits by Weta. The scale of Commonwealth participation, and sacrifice, in the World Wars is often not fully appreciated. (Ask me about Dieppe).
By no means our first visit to Te Papa Tongarewa, the wonderful
national museum


The central exhibits are 3x-4x life-sized and the most convincingly
life-like I have ever seen

All based on the experiences of 8 individuals

We were at ANZAC Beach in 2010


All kinds of subsidiary exhibits, artifacts

Understandably, very little from the Turkish side



Trench warfare...

Model of an NZ fort



An NZ nurse learns that her brother has been killed
ashore 

A respectful note from Ataturk; when we were at Gallipoli,
there were numerous visitors from Australia and New Zealand
at the battle sites and cemeteries

Gallipoli, with its 500,000 casualties, was a mere skirmish by
WWI standards; the Kiwis who survived were then shipped off
to France and Belgium to an even worse hell

Flanders Fields...

An eloquent evocation of the fact that the Maori were a large
part of NZ's WWI effort; they argued that effort could not be
considered national unless they were part of it