So in a bit of escapism on my Tuesday morning following an absolutely awesome time in Gisborne with a pretty rocking bunch of people, here are the photos (mostly overexposed and I can’t be arsed editing. heh):
We watched people fish. Ate ice creams. Looked out to sea. Marvelled at the giant concrete wharf and its history.
Where many a brunch was enjoyed and afternoon naps were taken.
Han learned surfer-lingo: “Never drop in!” “Cut back!” “Floater!” and “Outta my way kook!” (The last was used on me during my futile attempts to surf while Han and Jed tormented me)
Paparazzi-ed the surfer boys (and girl!) while they checked out local spots for decent waves.
While I love Wellington to bits (once more – with feeling!), sometimes I would just love to be out doing real work in a real place. Who knows… these next couple of months might see some changes in my general working environment. Good old forced change.