October 3rd, 2000

ian

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We ran to the car through the pouring rain and our car stumbled to Taita station, where we ran through the rain again to catch the local train to Wellington.

Then onto the main line train. This left only a couple of minutes late, but the weather throughout the day continued as dire, as we stared amazed at the flooded fields through most of the North Island.

At Palmerston North, a half hour delay while we changed locomotives, at National Park, a delay while we aited for the southbound train to push a freight train up the Raurimu Spiral, another delay near Mercer as work on the line dropped our speed to near walking pace and then a change of driver near Middlemore.

They weren't having a good day, but a lady I chatted to in the buffet car seemed to assure me that they never do.

When we did arrive, there were no taxis waiting, except for a non-Engish-speaking driver who was waiting for someone called Ken. I called for a taxi on the mobile, and he called for more when he saw the incredible scene.

A late night, no story, just drinks for the boys and straight to bed for all of us.
ian

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Today was a better day. We got up at a moderately early hour and had a continental breakfast in the restaurant at the Kiwi International on Queen Street. We were just preparing to go to Rainbow's End when there was a sudden downpour. As the rain eased off, we walked some of the way down Queen Street toward the Imax complex. As it turned out, it was only a light shower, so we went to Rainbow's End after all. The taxi fare there is more than I remembered it being, however.

The day had nothing wrong with it - we rode the Goldrush three times, the log flume once and went on everything we could except we missed the Cinema 180. Probably not quite the same as Viv and Chris, who will be at Disneyland anytime now. Still, a fine day, a happy day most of the time. We saw a silent magician called Charlie Chaplin, who dressed and acted like the tramp of the same name, but was performing sleight-of-hand magic of the usual type. I still find seeing such things in real life much more enchanting than the same on the idiot box.

After the trip back to town, the boys both wanted showers (they had missed out last night) so we did that hile I phoned a couple of friends in the Auckland area. After that, we set off down Queen Street again, this time looking in more detail at the Imax Centre and dining at Planet Hollywood, whose pices are evidently much lower than I had been given to believe. The portions were large enough that nobody wanted a dessert. I may come back and say more about these two days another time, but I probably won't, so I won't promise.