The morning after the train trip we were up nice and early and having breakfast in the hotel restaurant. One never expects to feel like you are getting the best value for money in a hotel restaurant and this one was no exception. After some food we headed out to find Te Papa, the national museum. There’s been a bit of controversy recently about learned people calling it a disgrace, but we think it’s absolutely lovely and you could lose days in there.
Well we lost only minutes before it became very apparent that the toll of the previous days early start/late finish had utterly battered the kids. They were ratty and grumpy and we were gratty and rumpy. We tried food, running about, chlling out, but in the end had to call it a day early. They just weren’t improving.
We made our way back to the hotel via a sushi train restaurant which the girls love. Back at the hotel we got our heads down and slept. And slept. And slept.
That evening we went out for a birthday tea for Emily of noodles and dunklings (dumplings). We were served by a Brit who was in all likelihood smashed off her head on something a bit stronger than paracetamol. We snuck in a ride up the cable car before the sun went down and the girls had a play up on the botanic gardens playground, before heading hotel-ward to find an ice cream.
Oddly I have virtually no memory of Saturday prior to hiring a pedalo. I really cannot remember what we did!
The flight back was really uneventful and smooth. We got utterly confused about what we’d seen from the windows. It seemed like Mount Egmont was in the wrong place.
