We've been told that New Zealanders bunch their holidays to take advantage of the summer weather, and so far we have no reason to dispute that. To us over-worked Americans it seems like there's a holiday every other week. This weekend was Auckland Anniversary Day. It is observed throughout the Auckland Province, even though Provinces don't exist in New Zealand anymore. As with most holidays, the more the merrier I guess. Plus, those that observe the holiday get Monday off.
Anniversary Day commemorates William Hobson's arrival in New Zealand. He was dispatched by the crown to be the first Governor of New Zealand, and negotiate a land swap with the Maori. Six days after his arrival the Treaty of Waitangi was signed, and at least as far as Great Britain was concerned, New Zealand became a colony. Even though William Hobson was a distinguished member of one the greatest Navys ever, his true skills were in negotiation; if there was dispute or minor quarrel he was the man to call upon.
These days Anniversary Day is a chance for Auckland to show what makes it special, a chance for the city to strut like a peacock with full plumage. Of course when you strut with your feathers out there's a chance you can get wet, as happened to Auckland this weekend. Even though it rained most of the weekend, we were able to dodge the raindrops just enough to see some really cool stuff and have a ton-o-fun.
Aucklanders claim that it's the City of sails, and judging from the magnificent boats, there's no reason to dispute them.
Bungee jumping is everywhere in New Zealand, people even bungee jump from the Harbor Bridge in Auckland. It's safe to assume that is is the closet any of our party will come to bungee jumping.
New Zealand has great seafood, and Aucklanders love their fish. Kiwis are also highly skilled at the art of face painting.
Auckland City Council flies in street performers from around the world to ply their trade during the festival. Rachel was able to get into the act.
Here Rachel learns the important lesson of not accepting money from strange men. Too bad she had she had to learn it on the street.
Rachel Had to carry the bowling ball that was to be dropped upon the performer's stomach while he laid on a bed of nails. Obviously Rachel's not a golfer.
My daughter looks like a fairy face-planted into her face.
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