No more pokees!

This will be the last posting for a while... have blog fever!

So Australia apparently has a gambling problem. I think that sounds a bit racist. But just about every pub has an arcade style back room full of the pokees - fruity machines, although not old-school gambits (admittedly we didn't have those at school, despite growing up in Lincolnshire) as they are armless. They were addictive, but luckily no long term effects were suffered, mainly due to only being in Australia for 10 days. Akira, on the other hand, may be a little worse for wear by the end of September.

I won about $7 one time. Ace!



This pokee theme did lead to the naming of Tombola's right nipple, "Pokee" (he kept getting the left one out, which was called Puka Puka after a Maori named bridge we passed. See, we did take note of the cultural "thang").



I feel, seeing as (1) I've been on holiday and (2) I have a nice new digital camera, that I maybe ought to include a landscape pic, seeing as I have so bloody many of them. This is where we stayed for a few days, where we saw the whales etc (Kaikoura).



Here are funny phallic kiwi door stops:



And finally, I went for a meal in a Japanese restaurant in Wellington one night. This amused me greatly:



Now surely if they were that amused by Uglies freaking out, they could have just put some bouncers on the door?

That is all for now.

Moon.xxx