Today was overcast, but the wind has stopped, the temp has warmed up, and the

Richard headed out to Cuba Street to enjoy a little urban time, while I went to Te Papa – and spent two hours on one floor, that’s how


There was also the skeleton
of a famous race horse (it was creepy, and I don’t remember the horse’s name, I
was so creeped out by it), examples of invasive species (including the
innocuous rabbits, and the deer which are now farmed), and amazing Maori
fishhooks made out of everything from bone and shell to scrap metal. All decorative, of course, because
Maori implements and
devices are works of art, not just functional objects.

I’ll need another day or so
at Te Papa, since there are two more levels I haven’t even started. Plus all the fun interactive exhibits,
like a room full of boxes and luggage and the viewer gets to pretend they’re a
Customs agent, and search out all the potentially invasive hitchhiking
creatures – tarantulas in the bananas or pineapples, moths in clothing, bats in
boxes, all kinds of creepy crawlies.
We had lunch at a lovely
café by the wharf, with two traditional waka (canoes) at one end, and what I
think is a marae (Maori meeting house) at the other end. We had the traditional fish and
chips. They had a great Maori
drawing for children to color, so of course I took one and colored it, then
turned it in for their contest. No
idea what one wins. (And I put my
own email address instead of my parent’s, LOL.)

Then a walk back to our
hotel, though I stopped off at St. Paul’s church, an old timber church built in
1866. According to their signage,
this is one of the world’s best examples of a timber church – and I have to
say, the interior looks something like a ship, with gorgeous wood beams and
supports as well as ceiling and walls, and lovely stained glass windows. It was a very pretty and peaceful
church – and then a group of bell ringers began the bell ringing ritual. There were five people in the bell
tower, each with a rope that attached to one of the five different bells – and
each bell is a different size, and thus has a different tone. One of the men explained to me that
they do a sequence of pulling the ropes that results in 120 different
combinations of bells
without repetition – leaving out that some of these were
actually permutations, meaning the combination might be the same but different
sequencing. (Remember factorials
in math class? That weird equation
that uses an exclamation mark? So
that it looks like you’d say the number with enthusiasm? That one. So, five different bells would be 5! = 1 x 2 x 3 x 4 x 5 =
120 different combinations and permutations. Cool, huh? I
really like factorials, if only because 5! looks like you’d say FIVE!!!!! Cracks me up every time. Okay, math digression over.) Anyway, it was really interesting to
see the five people (all middle-aged or above) ringing the bells, taking turns
being the person calling the sequence and the timing, and when to end. Plus seeing the bells up in the
belltower, swinging back and forth, and ringing out in that wonderful clear
tone that only bells can produce.
Just a very lovely afternoon.

We’ll see what the evening
brings!
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