I can do the shows! We found out that I could do everything in the shows apart from the hoop. Yay! Poor Mum having to do a pole solo by her self in the boiling heat. Secretly I was pleased that I didn’t have to do the hoop, because performing in the heat is grueling.
Because my thumb was so sore from the bike crash, I had to throw Dads juggling knives with my left hand. Unfortunately he caught the sharp point of one in the webbing between his fingers, leaving a deep, fleshy, gross hole! Poor Dad!
Finally it didn’t rain!!! Wow! O.M.G! Incredible!!
We parked for three days at Plumbers point, schooling, harvesting Avocados and playing with Tiwai and Lettie.
On Wednesday Mum left for Queenstown to M.C Miss pole dance New Zealand, and teach Yoga at the N.Z summer pole camp. She would be gone for five days so Dad, the boys and I would have to fend for ourselves!
I have been pleading with Dad for months for a real fruit ice cream. Finally the planets aligned and he actually stopped at a real fruit ice cream shop. I was in heaven!
Some of the Gypsies suggested the looking glass gardens for a visit. So we went to check them out. Google maps took us on an adventure, up a steep, winding, gravel road with low hanging trees and imminent slips. People had to reverse so that we could get past. We finally ended up at the looking glass gardens.
The looking glass gardens are an assortment of fairy tale and nursery rhymes displayed as statues, structures and installations all set in many acres of sloping forested landscape. It was wonderful! Apart from Dad playing a nasty trick on me. There is a huge flight of steps running from top to bottom of the garden. Dad walked down half way to look at a structure to see if it was interesting. He called out to say it was great and I should come down. It turned out to be a simple roof to rest out of the sun. Sweating my way back up the steps, I was not impressed as you will see in the video.
Pikowai campground was our host for Wednesday and the fair-grounds in Ohope for Thursday night. Then it was setup. With Mum away, Dad and myself would be doing all the work.
Well that all from me for now. Bye!
Frogs! Frogs! Frogs! The one good thing about the fact that it was raining, still was all the ting green frogs hopping around. The Gypsy kids filled buckets with water, grass sticks and stones making habitats for the frogs that they caught. Mine was sir hops-a-lot. Can you see my handsome prince in the image above? Look closely. Thanks Julia!
