Cuba St restaurant highly recommended, eager to visit and hungry. Neh. Opportunity smiles on the wanderer, the flaneur, with time on hand and in good spirits. Rarely do I visit Middle Eastern places. A steady trickle of hungry citizens unburdened by surplus cash. My dinner, a kebab excellent. Fresh greens, plenty of them, bolstered by a seasoned lamb filling. And the sauces were generously added as I talked to the owner, a cheerful fellow who slipped out of Iraq twenty years ago and is unafraid of day to day hard work.
Next time I visit Cuba St…
Time to go home. A stink Wellington day. Get up in the dark, Uber man arrives in strong wind. My e-ticket is unrecognised at the airport – so this now becomes somebody else’s problem and a calm uniform sorts it out. Sitting in tail end of the aircraft at the terminal we are bounced up and down in the wind. I am hoping for a fun takeoff – but it is totally well behavd and under control. We clear the wind scuffed Wellington Heads.
Leaving Wellington, no sighting of Mt Taranaki, cloud.
Land, my bag one of the first out, shuttle bus to Manukau, diddle around coz late, from seat upstairs in the bus to Thames.
Next day, interrupt sister sweeping drive. Cuppa tea, gossip, bikkies
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You are an inspiration Uncle David and 1 of few people I know, I aspire to be like. I know a lot of famous dickheads and you are not 1 of them. I keep telling Mum she married the wrong Legge. Yet, I can play guitar and sing better than any of you, cause she married the Legge available to her at the time.
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