The Adventure! The Drama! The Fast Food!
(all names have been thinly veiled by the use of initials in a pathetic attempt to protect the... innocent?)
Who can say what madness took place as our intrepid young historians journeyed to Wellington?
As for me... I read a book. But it was a scary book, ok!? ooooooohhhhh!
The wait at the station was in-termina-ble (get it? No? Look it up!)
They gathered at the appointed time: heads were counted, emergency cell numbers distributed, second breakfasts consumed. The Fellowship (of the... Ring-tones) was complete and we set out for the Archives.
They journeyed through the Mines of Moria (Featherston Street underpass) and crossed the Ford of Bruinen (crossings at Lambton Quay and Kate Sheppard Place).
After negotiating the Swinging Door of Doom, they entered the Archives and were a little underwhelmed by the lack of supporting displays (renovations). At least they respected the space in the Document Room (cough!)... on to the public tour of Parliament!
Mana was earned here as the young historians were polite and attentive throughout - many also gave insightful answers to the questions posed them by the guide. Many positive comments were made to me about the group - RESPECT!
Ambling along Lambton Quay gave an opportunity to browse the dazzling displays of shoes and accessories in shop windows. Many were tempted, but resisted the urge to indulge in retail therapy.
Maccas was indeed blessed by our visit. Even the grumpy tray guy grunted as though he appreciated the extra work we gave him to do. I also thought they were being very tolerant by allowing JS and SJ to consume Subs at our table while MB stole chips from RC & JH. It's all a learning experience. Honest!
The History Seminar was... there - enough said.
Then on to Te Papa! MANY treasure hunt forms were completed and returned... MANY!
The debrief on the journey home was extensive and covered comparison of notes, sketches and mind-maps, and uploading multimedia files on portable devices - phew!
We went, we saw, we got home safely (though I had to scrub my eyes with a steel brush after seeing Blanket Man in all his glory!)
More photographic evidence - of the trip, NOT Blanket Man!! - is available here
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