A few words.

Since I’m behind with all this blogging, I’m not going to go day-by-day and bore you to death. I will only tell you the good things. That being said, this needs to be shared:

First of all, the bucket fountain on Cuba Mall has been dismantled. Sad face!

Secondly, on Friday of that next week (Oct. 10, if you need a date), I was walking down Courtenay Place in search of sunscreen and toilet paper, when I noticed an odd sight coming towards me on the sidewalk. Now, remember, this is Courtenay Place, possibly one of the busiest streets in Wellington.

Walking down the sidewalk was a woman openly breastfeeding her baby. I’m not talking about discreetly breastfeeding, where the baby’s head and her boob were covered with a nice little blanket with bunnies on it. Oh no, everything was just hangin’ out, bouncing around as she strolled down the sidewalk. I wanted to do a double take, but really didn’t want to see it again.

Then again, I suppose there are stranger things to be seen in Wellington. Like Blanket Man. I haven’t mentioned him before, I’ve realized, and I have no idea why. He is worth mentioning. He’s a homeless man who, on a good day, sits on a corner of Courtenay Place (his favorite corners are the one outside of Burger King, and the one outside of the sports bar) wearing a loincloth and a blanket. The blanket sometimes varies in color, but there is always a blanket. He has matted dreadlocks, and not many teeth. I am not sure if he speaks English, though I assume he does.

Blanket Man is a bit of a celebrity here in Wellington. If you don’t believe me, Google him. Just type in “blanket man.” Dude’s even got his own Wikipedia entry.

Lastly, since this post has been nothing but random, I feel like I have to mention that I have been told at least three times now that I am not American. I’ve had a drunk guy argue with me that my “accent” is fake, an Israeli guy assume I was a kiwi, and a guy in Rotorua thinking I wasn’t American even though I was standing and talking next to Jamie at the time. What’s up with that? I know I still have a very strong American accent (probably made worse recently by hanging out with Jamie and her Cincy twang), but apparently it’s not strong enough? Haha, who knows. I just find it funny, especially since it exasperates Jamie so much.