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Travel Log - Friday and Saterday
Friday 3 March
Okay. So we're headed down to Dunedin, was told that we'd crash overnight at a SCA friend's house. Okay. No prob. We brought the camp beds, expecting to crash in someone's spare room or living room.
Didn't happen.
Nope.
We end up getting directed to a friend of our SCA friend's house, and put in a Guest... well... Wing. Bedroom and bathroom off to one side of the house. People are extremely friendly, making sure that we have everything, inviting us to breakfast (espresso machine) and giving us a key to the house.
@_@;; Whoa. And they don't even bloody -know- us. (as I'm typing this, sitting in the kitchen, talking on a table that used to be a wooden wagon wheel and talking Macs)
Um... lessee... on the way down we stopped by the Moeraki Boulders. What makes these boulders fascinating is that they're almost perfectly round. All the way around. And they're as wide as I am tall. And they're just sitting in the sand looking like a bunch of eggs or carriers for pod people.
You'd expect to find out that the ocean rolled the rocks perfectly round, but that's not true. Evidently what happens is that these are like Earth Pearls. Something in slit and pre-historic mud irritated the ground around it and built up a protective layer around it, like a ocean does a pearl. These then slowly are un-buried by the ocean, where fissures are formed and they eventually break open. And are fairly hollow.
The Moeraki Boulders are even more rare because of their large size. This happens world-wide. ^__^
And need to post vocabulary words sometime later. Sleep now.
Saterday 4 March
No shit, there we were driving through around the Waverly district of Dunedin trying to spot garage sales when we find one at a church union. Coolness, we wander in hoping to find duvets cause it's getting damn cold and maybe some feast gear, wood plates and the like.
A friendly older gentleman directs me to the back, where there's more stuff. I'm figuring we're striking out on both accounts, so I head back. And spot the ugliest chair among the exercise equipment and children's cribs. "Hey, David!" He's just come in the room and I wave him to the chair. "I found a period chair!"
David walks over and cracks up. It's a wood chair, some ornamental cuts in the legs and is quite clearly handmade. The guys working there are looking at us like we're nuts. so we explain that we're re-enactors, etc etc and marvel over the hideousness of the chair.
David asks how much. The guys hem and haw, now that they know how much we -like- the chair, they'll have to charge more, but give them an offer... I offer a dollar. David offers them $10. They like David's offer. I edge up to $5, and they're still not keen on it, so I offer to split the difference, $7!
-we got the chair for $10. Ah, well.
So I pick up the chair and start to carry it out. And run into the door. Everyone makes concerned sounds. "I'm making it more period." I say firmly and continue to carry it out, running into another doorway on the way out.
And suddenly now that the chair is bought, people are commenting that if it hadn't been sold, they were going to get it and hey, wasn't that the chair Henry the VIII sat in?
We also got some goblets. Heh.
Then for lunch, we stopped at a cafe called, and I shit you not, The Flying Squid.
-What are the chances of that?!
Okay. So we're headed down to Dunedin, was told that we'd crash overnight at a SCA friend's house. Okay. No prob. We brought the camp beds, expecting to crash in someone's spare room or living room.
Didn't happen.
Nope.
We end up getting directed to a friend of our SCA friend's house, and put in a Guest... well... Wing. Bedroom and bathroom off to one side of the house. People are extremely friendly, making sure that we have everything, inviting us to breakfast (espresso machine) and giving us a key to the house.
@_@;; Whoa. And they don't even bloody -know- us. (as I'm typing this, sitting in the kitchen, talking on a table that used to be a wooden wagon wheel and talking Macs)
Um... lessee... on the way down we stopped by the Moeraki Boulders. What makes these boulders fascinating is that they're almost perfectly round. All the way around. And they're as wide as I am tall. And they're just sitting in the sand looking like a bunch of eggs or carriers for pod people.
You'd expect to find out that the ocean rolled the rocks perfectly round, but that's not true. Evidently what happens is that these are like Earth Pearls. Something in slit and pre-historic mud irritated the ground around it and built up a protective layer around it, like a ocean does a pearl. These then slowly are un-buried by the ocean, where fissures are formed and they eventually break open. And are fairly hollow.
The Moeraki Boulders are even more rare because of their large size. This happens world-wide. ^__^
And need to post vocabulary words sometime later. Sleep now.
Saterday 4 March
No shit, there we were driving through around the Waverly district of Dunedin trying to spot garage sales when we find one at a church union. Coolness, we wander in hoping to find duvets cause it's getting damn cold and maybe some feast gear, wood plates and the like.
A friendly older gentleman directs me to the back, where there's more stuff. I'm figuring we're striking out on both accounts, so I head back. And spot the ugliest chair among the exercise equipment and children's cribs. "Hey, David!" He's just come in the room and I wave him to the chair. "I found a period chair!"
David walks over and cracks up. It's a wood chair, some ornamental cuts in the legs and is quite clearly handmade. The guys working there are looking at us like we're nuts. so we explain that we're re-enactors, etc etc and marvel over the hideousness of the chair.
David asks how much. The guys hem and haw, now that they know how much we -like- the chair, they'll have to charge more, but give them an offer... I offer a dollar. David offers them $10. They like David's offer. I edge up to $5, and they're still not keen on it, so I offer to split the difference, $7!
-we got the chair for $10. Ah, well.
So I pick up the chair and start to carry it out. And run into the door. Everyone makes concerned sounds. "I'm making it more period." I say firmly and continue to carry it out, running into another doorway on the way out.
And suddenly now that the chair is bought, people are commenting that if it hadn't been sold, they were going to get it and hey, wasn't that the chair Henry the VIII sat in?
We also got some goblets. Heh.
Then for lunch, we stopped at a cafe called, and I shit you not, The Flying Squid.
-What are the chances of that?!