After the last monster post, you’ll be pleased to know that this one is a nice short one.
Monday in Wellington was something I was looking forward to for the most perverse of reasons – I wanted to see a traffic jam. Seriously, not only is Wellington New Zealand’s second largest city and the country’s capital, it’s wedged between a bay and a mountain range.
Monday morning got us up and about in a rather more organised manner, and had us out looking for food by eight am. A couple of doors down from the hotel we found the D4 bar, where we sat outside on the canopy designed to keep the pedestrians below in the shade. The food was good but irrelevant to this…
“When,” we asked the waitress, “is rush hour?” Read the rest of this entry »
I’m not doing a very good job of getting this done in a timely fashion. Thankfully my readership is
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A sunny Sunday in Wellington…
It’s probably an apocryphal tale, but there is a famous story about the Brits and the Merkins playing war games in the North Atlantic against a computer controlled enemy. The theory was simple enough – one team against the other and if your ship was ‘destroyed’ you shut he hell up and played dead. The computers aim was to get supplies from one side of the battleground to the other, while the humans had to stop them.
It all went well enough, and everyone had lots of fun and drank lashings of ginger beer with their lunch. Until they tried to work out what the computer had been up to. Statistically it was getting through more frequently than it should have done. And it was always losing the same boats early on in the battles.
It took time, but they worked out what the computer had been up to.
It had ‘realised’ that its convoy was as strong as its weakest member. So it was intentionally sacrificing the same weak ships over and over again so that the rest of the convoy could hammer on ahead unhindered.
You may be wondering why I’m telling you this. You’d not be alone. Read the rest of this entry »
I was about to tell you that this bit was boring. The problem is that I think I said that about yesterday too, and that’s really not fair.
The run from New Plymouth to Palmerston North was a wonderful run across a south facing coast, with some lovely countryside to the north and incredible seas to the south. The view ahead of us was of a glorious mountain range. But we got very few photos, so it made it quite dull for you to read about – unless you fancied reading about how incredibly incredible everything was and how stunningly stunning the views were.
As you can see on the map, the road from Palmerston North to Paekakariki takes a very promising route down the western coast across open plains between the incredibly incredible mountains and the stunningly stunning ocean. Between being the important word… Read the rest of this entry »