Thinking inside the box

The last several days have been spent packing up our worldly possessions. We’re shipping a fair few boxes home while we journey through South America, meeting it on the other side of the globe. This involves lots of guestimation and lists, in which luckily I and Dora excel respectively.

We'll never know why Matt
was eating my head...

It was Dora’s turn on Morning Tea baking duty, so Thursday evening saw us taste-testing several meringues (verdict: ✓).

The main event this weekend was our leaving party, and New Zealand’s General Election. Most of Wellington was more focussed on the former, and arrived at our flat to help finish the ‘Phatt Rob Doger’ homebrew.

We Uber-ed to Joe’s Garage for the next stage of the evening – Quaff my Bluff. The game is as follows: person pours out generous taster of wine into everyone’s glasses, reads three pretentious tasting notes – one true, two fictional – and everyone then guesses which is correct. Everyone’s a winner, some more than others.

The night then continued to a bar, a club, and Burger King. All were fun. Dora particularly enjoyed Burger King, where she played basketball and raced arcade-style racing car games. After a recuperative lie in we headed to the tip to recycle the few items we hadn’t manage to sell or giveaway, and had sausages from the resident hot dog van (‘Rock Dogs’).

We spent the last of our energies watching a film in the cinema with Tim and Sophie. I had some gift cards from work, so spent as much as I could stomach on chocolate ice cream and milkshake.

Artistic hot dog shot

This week: completing our packing, eating increasingly eclectic meals as we use up our food supplies, and I bid farewell to work.