Exams are over, and seem to have gone well.
I am now putting myself into boxes, in preparation for my move back to Christchurch. I have a habit of packing far too early, and I’m not actually leaving until a week Tuesday, but I’d rather do it this way round than the opposite extreme.
Thanks to the local Four Square, I am well supplied with cardboard boxes. I favour the ones bananas come in, as they nice and strong to prevent the bananas getting bruised in transit, they have good handles on the sides, and they have separate lids that fit snugly over the top, so that you can open them up again to get back out all the things you packed too early.
For the non-banana boxes I have a lot of duct tape. I have been trying to purchase duct tape in this city for some time, but my everyday travels have seldom taken me close to any duct tape shops or itinerant duct tape salesmen, and supermarkets seem to be unaccountably reluctant to stock this basic household necessity. So having finished my last exam on Friday, I set Saturday aside for the Quest for Duct Tape. I elected to conduct this on foot, as is proper for an endeavour of such moment, and was so pleased with its success that I carried on walking until I reached the top of Mount Wellington, bearing my duct tape in triumph.
Mount Wellington seems to be the Forgotten Volcano of Auckland. This is a shame, as it’s very impressive, and has a marvelous view from the top.