Most galleries are not open early in the week, so I earmarked Saturday afternoon August 5 as the day to do a gallery crawl. The day began with my first film of the NZIFF, Manifesto, at 11am at the Paramount, which had the day before celebrated its 100th anniversary.*
On my first night in Wellington (Friday August 4) I was going to go to an Italian restaurant that I had enjoyed last year but I saw a notice in the YHA about the Friday night Cuba St food markets. After I had unpacked, had my afternoon coffee and settled in, I wandered over.
I have now seen four films as part of the New Zealand International Film Festival, and have one more to go. Three out of four of those films have been documentaries, and I have already done a brief post on one of them, I Am Not Your Negro.
Although it is now my third night in Wellington and there is much to report from the time I arrived to now, I am compelled to write about this documentary which I have just seen as part of the New Zealand International Film Festival (NZIFF).
The Takaka YHA is is similar to the one in Raglan, on the west coast of the North Island, where I stayed a few days last year and had my second surf, in that it is so relaxed and welcoming that people don’t want to to leave, and there are always quite a few people … More Takaka to Picton
After a quiet day following my expedition into the wilds of Farewell Spit, I ventured back on the horse by making my way back up there to do the walk again the way it was meant to be done.
A lot has happened since my last post but instead of catching up chronologically, I want to record the most recent events while they are still fresh in my mind.