In Which a Road Trip is Arranged

Sundays in Auckland are slow days. There are still throngs of people moving about, but they're smaller and a bit less hurried, with fewer places to go. I spent the day exploring Auckland further. I didn't have time to climb Mt. Eden, the extinct volcano in the city, with it's oddly terraced slopes and, I'd imagine, commanding view. I did manage to wander into a poorly labelled women's clothes store, though.

At night the Globe bar, which is a semi-affiliated neighbor of ACB, had an all you can eat pizza special for $10. You got one beer free and free rein on a towering stack of Dominoes pizzas that might have, on a good day, been called mediums in the states. I had one slice with onions, potato wedges, and barbeque sauce. I'm still not sure if it was good, but it sure wasn't bad.

There was a drawing for drink vouchers, in an effort to get the after-party going. There being far more tickets than people, everyone got a couple of numbers for the draw. Two of my numbers were called consecutively.  I didn't think to give the second to one of the guys I was hanging out with, though, so my luck was at least partially for naught.

Far and away the coolest of the aforementioned fellows was a guy from Toronto named Mike. It turned out he had just bought an old Mitsubishi Gallant at the Sunday Car Fair and was planning to road-trip down to Wellington over the next 10 or so days in time to see Stereolab. No shit, I said. He was hoping to find a person or two to split the cost of gas. Is that so, I said.