I flew to Wellington early on a clear morning. Seated on the left side of the plane I had a good view of fields, rivers, and settlements, with the sun gleaming on snow-capped alps. A good friend met me at the airport and drove me to her home for tea, scones, and chat. Driving past the Carillon we saw a platoon of soldiers – a reminder that it was Armistice Day. Wellington is busy preparing for the premiere of “The Hobbit” and inner city banners proclaim this.
After a late lunch at Floriditas in Cuba Street we headed to the Circa Theatre to see Dean Parker’s play “The Grapes of Wrath”. This was a compelling story of three young students who travelled in 1974 to observe Mao’s China. Later acts showed them back in New Zealand in the late 1980’s and more recently. Local political and economic scenes featured with some clever dialogue and excellent performances. Anyone who lived through those times would have memories triggered by this play, and others would find history faithfully and entertainingly depicted.
An Italian meal at Scopa rounded off a most enjoyable day and I was delivered to my hotel beside the St John’s Conference Centre to get ready for the next day’s meeting.
“Meals out, much talking, and a play
all part of a capital day.”