And, at this point, I really hadn't had much to eat, so we decided to grab some burgers at Burger King. So, then we had some time to burn in the Melbourne Airport before our flight to Hobart, Tasmania. Oh, and the guy who stamped our passport was unnaturally cheerful for someone working in Immigration. I'm just glad I left my knuckle dusters and ninja stars at home. "ALL SHURIKENS AND NINJA STARS MUST BE DECLARED AT CUSTOMS." Awesome!įinally, "ALL ELECTRIC FLY SWATTERS MUST BE DECLARED AT CUSTOMS." Apparently, Electric Fly Swatters look like small, plastic tennis rackets. "ALL BLOWGUNS MUST BE DECLARED AT CUSTOMS." With a picture of some intricately carved, dragon shaped blowguns. "ALL KNUCKLE DUSTERS MUST BE DECLARED AT CUSTOMS." Accompanied by a picture of some brass knuckles. Then, "ALL TASERS MUST BE DECLARED AT CUSTOMS." "ALL WRIST MOUNTED SLINGSHOTS MUST BE DECLARED AT CUSTOMS." First, it showed a picture of what looked like a pistol: "ALL B.B.
Ninja chicken whopper tv#
I say this because it may sound like I'm making some of these up.Īs Sarah and I were standing in line at Australian immigration, there was a TV monitor that was flashing a number of things. Now, for this next little bit, I want to say before hand that I am not making any of this up. I think that Sarah and I have both reached the point where we've flown enough on this trip that we just slip into auto-pilot for the duration: Sit in seat. The flights went fine, and fairly uneventful. but I won't try to explain it further since, like most modern art, when described, it seems less "cool" and more "dumb." After a little wandering and scoring Sarah some hokey pokey fudge, we made our way of to the Christchurch Public Art Gallery, where we saw number of interesting exhibits including Reboot, "An energetic multimedia exhibition of contemporary art from the Jim Barr and Mary Barr Collection, showcasing acclaimed young New Zealand artists alongside international luminaries." My favorite probably being a video piece involving a breakdancer spinning on his head.
The following morning, we had a few hours to burn until our flight, so we caught the trolley again, and took it to the Arts Center, a group of small artist galleries, coffee shops and cafes in the campus of the old college. So, after a few drinks at the Twisted Hop (a great little pub that brews its own beer in Christchurch), I decided to do something about it. As a result, I was starting to look a little Shaggy Baggy™. As you may have noticed, I haven't trimmed my beard since starting the trip.
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