We left Hawaii on Monday and arrived in New Zealand on Wednesday. I hope Tuesday didn’t miss us too much. After a couple of days recovering from the shock of time travel, we flew from Auckland to Christchurch, where we picked up a hire car. After the flash, eyewateringly expensive, American rental cars, I decided to save some money by booking a ‘budget’ car. Budget, means functioning but ancient, and covered in dings.
Our whatsit for connecting the iPod to the car speakers didn’t have a hole to go in, so we set off on our long drive south towards Dunedin with just the radio for entertainment. Except we couldn’t get the radio to work. So we just had ourselves for entertainment. The two and a half hour journey went something like this…
“How long will the journey take us?”
“It’s about as far as Paula’s house, maybe a bit further.”
“Are we nearly there yet?”
“No, we’ve got at least two hours.”
“Let’s play Rock Paper Scissors!”
“Ow, he bashed me with his rock!”
“Mummy, she’s being really annoying, get her off me!”
“No, he’s being annoying, he keeps touching me.”
“Are we there yet?”
“He pulled my hair, it really hurts.”
*sounds of loud arguing*
“WILL YOU BE QUIET, I CANNOT CONCENTRATE ON THE ROAD.”
“When are we going to stop?”
“He’s kicking me, tell him he can’t have an ice cream tomorrow.”
And so on, you get the idea.
This morning, we set off shortly after breakfast and a play on the zip slide at the holiday park we’d called home for the night.
Ned was strapped in and given his iPod to listen to The Famous Five. Eve acted as DJ with her iPod and Dickon listened in using the headphone splitter. The two and a half hour journey went something like this…
There’s a lesson in there somewhere.