A Cultural Experience

“How would you like a cultural experience?” I asked him. “What do you mean…cultural experience?” he asked. “Margaret and I are going to North City Mall. That will be a cultural experience….. The Boxing Day Sales…” . He declined the opportunity. And the Boxing Day Sales were indeed an experience. The first experience was finding a car park. That hurdle overcome, the next experience was battling our way amongst the other shoppers to reach the stalls and shops we wanted to visit.
The last experience was finding a table to sit at in the food hall. Well, we survived and it wasn’t all that bad. In actual fact I have been in bigger, noisier crowds in the past like the MBK department store in Bangkok.
Back at Margaret’s I needed a sleep to recuperate. I have spent a bit of time this evening organising a partial Blip-Meet for early tomorrow morning. Partial in that three of a group of five of us are regular Blippers. A photographic foray is planned from 7.30am. We will wander along the Wellington Waterfront and capture the magic to be found there. . Maybe we will be able to convert the other two photographers into Blippers…. We shall see…