We did leave however and headed to New Plymouth
. Not before we had moved yet more stuff around the car to fit in 'Berties' massive cage into the back. All the moving about meant that we now sat in squashed contorted positions without the use of second gear, as the toiletry draw was now the third passenger in the front seat, whilst the puppy laid flat out legs akimbo in his cage in the back....onward though. We had planned a little cultural experience in the city and parked up outside the Govett- Brewster gallary. Excellent directions meant we were able to park up right outside the gallery in the shade and have a look round. We had read that it often had modern art exhibitions with local artists being premiered it all sounded at bit edgy, just the ticket we thought.
Well what more could two cultural geographers want, when on arrival we were notified that the whole gallery had been handed over to the work of a Irish geographer who's exhibition was called 'Accelerated geographies'. We read some info on the walls and noted how loud the exhibition was as by the door ear phones were handed to us, think road works ear protectors not ipod headphones. We read up on the Artist and the information on her work, it took us right back to university days of talking absolute utter garbage and passing it off as geography. Well it turns put that Alex Monteith (the featured artist) was chuffing amazing at doing just that
. Pyschogeography, heard of that?...no we hadn't either. The exhibition was a series of short looped films, often taken from various camera positions being projected onto the walls, symotanously. For example an aerobatics display by the NZ air-force had been recorded from the five different planes, where all the cameras were shooting the rear view of the planes. All five of the films were being played at once simotaniously and next to each other. Phew anyways it was quite good, we discovered it was generally about extreme hobbies, people challenging themselves and the environment. Double Phew. Any questions ask Ania!
I bought a coffee on the way out, and the next five hours were taken up by driving. Ania did her first stint of the holiday and got on very well, although because we are slower than all but tractors does sometimes result in traffic jams behind you and some large lorries over taking now and again, which can be a bit disconcerting. We stopped for lunch, the puppy and not much else. We decided to stay near to the motorway, so we could get and early start the next day. Error, we chose poorly and stopped at a very bad motor-camp outside Aukland. We paid, had a look around, got a refund and drove to another, a bit further away but much nicer, also it had mini golf, and indoor swimming pool (except the bit that made it indoor had been blown away in the wind) and a beach. We were late, so we setup camp did a dog walk and ate a meal of pork stirfry with plum sauce and loads of veggies. Fearing the worst would happen again, I walked Bertie after supper, before bed and again at 1am, but more of that tomorrow!
We were awoken the next morning in the wee hours to a raging caged dog trying to get away from the smell that he had just created in his cage. So Ania woke me up and I set too cleaning up. As they say cometh the puppy cometh the cleaning! The day started properly at 7am and we set to our tasks at an alarming rate, knowing that an early departure would help us achieve the long distance that we needed to cover in the day. We had struck luck in the campsite and luck with the weather to, it was a lovely sunny cloudless morning with little or no wind to speak of. We decided that for the puppy to travel five hours in the car then a good old fashioned tiring out was in order. So I set to, on a run along the rather lovely beach. Ania meanwhile was left to re-pack bedding. After a run, a dip was desired and the sea was noted to be 'less cold than anywhere else so far'. We continued and completed the pack up, showered and broke the fast. All whilst really wishing we didn't have to leave the lovely campsite.